Seth stood in awe, his gaze fixed on the lifeless body of the Eighth-Class beast sprawled before him.
He had anticipated a swift end, but the combination of attacks Old Man Raito had orchestrated was nothing short of remarkable.
This was the very benchmark Seth had aspired to reach—a demonstration of the formidable power he aimed to attain before his impending return to the institute for his final year of study.
"Here, hold this." Seth snapped out of his reverie as the mana core of the Byson was placed in his hand. He hadn't even noticed when the old man had retrieved it.
"Be careful with that; it's a Class Eight Beast core," Old Man Raito warned, a playful twinkle in his eyes.
He smiled knowingly before continuing, "With this, you've just acquired something valuable enough to cost you the head of King Vedor."
The old man's words took Seth by surprise. "Excuse me?" Seth asked, his astonishment evident in his voice.
