James and his team stared at the massive corpse, the copper scent of blood still clinging to the air. Shock weighed on them heavily, but for James, another realization struck with the force of a hammer.
'He was the one who killed the Tyrant… but how?'
The confusion wasn't misplaced. The Great Tyrant was no ordinary beast, it was a full-fledged Rank 6, a terror that had dominated this forest for as long as he could remember. To fell such a creature was a feat reserved for seasoned elites, warriors who had crawled their way through blood and death to reach the peak. Yet the boy before them… he looked far too young.
Noble lineage, perhaps? That would explain a foundation sturdy enough to reach Rank 4 by this age. But Rank 6? If anyone claimed to have seen such a thing, they would have been dismissed as liars, branded as lunatics who saw ghosts and demons.
James's mind churned with possibilities, but one truth was clear: this changed everything.
