X-019's thoughts grew colder, and more condensing.
His partner, Elyndra, who stood beside him and behind the Third Priest knew his thoughts.
Normally, she would have said something by now.
Something like, "Don't underestimate your opponent," or "Arrogance leads to mistakes."
But this time, she stayed silent.
Because, for once, X-019 wasn't entirely wrong.
No matter how strange Isaac's abilities were, no matter how fast he had grown, the people gathered in this hall were not ordinary opponents.
These were Lords who had survived for decades. People who had built power piece by piece, who had armies, resources, and systems refined over years.
They were the cream of the crop.
And Isaac… had only just entered their world.
Even if he had something special, even if he had managed to gather some advantages early on, it wouldn't be enough. Not here. Not against all of them.
Elyndra's gaze moved slightly across the hall.
