"Wait, don't tell me. Is he going to be the sixth? There's no way, right? He can't possibly be undefined."
The man who spoke slid down the wall that he was leaning against as he watched the showing with wide, unblinking eyes. He didn't want to miss a moment of what he was seeing. This is the sort of thing that you tell your grandchildren in years to come and he was realizing how fortunate he was to be seeing it!
"Is he really going to be a SOVERIGN? I mean, that's not possible, right? I can swear he was struggling against disaster classes just a few months ago. What sort of absurd growth rate is this?"
No one could answer his question, and they just had to keep their eyes glued to the screen to keep watching. They knew that from the display that Mark was giving right now, there was a very high chance that they were witnessing the birth of the sixth SOVEREIGN.
…
"Move, girl."
