At the back of the trio's minds, a single thought lingered like an echo that refused to fade: Anthony must have possessed something, some hidden resource or artifact, that had allowed him to elevate the talent of his subordinates to such extraordinary levels.
It seemed inconceivable otherwise. How could the world, vast as it was, produce ten individuals of such staggering talent at once, and not just scattered across races and Domains, but gathered together under one captain, within a single team?
The world could indeed birth such prodigies, but naturally, they would emerge across different lands, among diverse peoples, over spans of centuries. Not here. Not in one place, not in one race, not under the leadership of a single man.
And yet, here they stood, Anthony's subordinates, each one a living anomaly.
Still, this suspicion remained only that: a thought.
