Isla watched in horror as she witnessed the collision of two giant forces. Young Sebastian was thrown hundreds of meters away from Magnus' attack.
"No..."
Magnus soared towards the location where Sebastian had landed after his attack, discovering him on the verge of unconsciousness.
"Release that man to me immediately, and then you may offer your explanation as to why you sought to aid his escape," Magnus was still in his battle mode, knowing full well what this boy was capable of.
Sebastian stared at the majestic sight in front of him. Even a seven-starred master like him was incapable of at least running from him. So this was what it looked like to be born talented.
Graced with the blessing from the Goddess herself, with pure white wings as proof of his divinity...
Their existence was like the polar opposite of each other.
While he needed 70.000 years of training in that hellish realm to attain peak human strength, the boy before him merely needed to be born.
