{mass release 1/4}
{Title: Dark Saint}
{Description: A savior coated in black, a demonic masked man—whether he be a demon or a saint, it is unknown.}
Drake's eyes flickered at the notifications before him as he read the description of the title. For a moment, he had thought his title would have brought him an ability of some sort. But looking at it now, it was just a simple name.
How glorious, he thought sarcastically, pushing off the ground with the little strength he had until he was sitting on the tiled floor, staring at the entire room.
From the pounding in his head, he could tell he was out of intelligence—or maybe almost out. So, in more ways than one, he had gotten lucky finishing the battle when he did. No… not lucky. His predictions had clicked in nicely.
From afar, he could see the Cohort still regaining their composure from the disarray and slowly starting to approach him, their eyes darting cautiously around the battlefield.
