The next day. Sun rays fell on the busy streets of Arhal City.
Even though it was early morning, the entire city had long since awoken.
The hum of mana-powered vehicles filled the streets, and glowing screens on nearby buildings flashed the morning news. Life had returned to normal.
Inside the Golden Scale Academy, in a large hall, a middle-aged man with purple hair stood on the stage.
Before him, several people sat in scattered seats. Some were young. Some were old. At first glance, they looked unorganized, but there was a pattern.
The people who sat on those chairs were all [Mythril] rankers. Seraphina was one of them.
The purple-haired man was Damon Cross. One of thirteen [Origin] rankers of humanity.
Even though he looked middle-aged, his age was over two hundred years. In front of his presence, all twenty [Mythril] rankers in the room kept their silence.
Damon looked at them and began.
