Michael didn't even know what happened until he was dragged inside the large tent.
The tent was spacious but it was crowded with dozens of Descendants lying on mattresses. They were wounded and had to be tended to. Some lost a limb or two, whereas others were covered in deep, visceral injuries. Injuries caused by elemental wounds were also visible everywhere.
It was not nice to look at.
Michael felt a little weird staring at the Descendants in front of him. The strongest prodigies of the youngest generation were in front of him, beaten up, some even on the verge of death. Were those Descendants really the same people Michael had been worried about?
Reflecting on his behavior, Michael felt that everything was just a big joke.
"I think you understand what I want to do," Maria Seraph said, still holding Michael's hand. Her fingers were intertwined with his and they locked hands.
