'The power to alter fate.' Zylus stuck by his own words for quite a while, but understood the meaning behind them completely. It wasn't much, yet it wasn't too little; it was the beginning of the consumption of the truth. And Zylus inherited all this knowledge during the time he had connected both his systems, officially becoming 'The Transcendent Soverign.'
After ten minutes of doing so, every top five, each of them had left the hospital room. Zylus had now felt more secure, his muscles felt capable, and his actions were doable. And now, Zylus felt as if the weight of the world leaned on him.
The eighth rank's healing ability, comparable to that of Ivy's, had helped Zylus again.
He got up from his hospital bed, no nurse in sight, just a letter that was left on the table on the left of Zylus's bed. He picked it up, reading the following:
