At the Divine Plane…
Two massive beings knelt, gasping for breath, their bodies drenched in sweat. Before them stood an even larger figure, arms folded and gaze steady.
"We couldn't even touch him. He didn't use his arms or legs," Marcule thought, a mixture of awe and frustration clear in his expression.
"It got to a point where we begged him to move back—it was just too much. We couldn't even get close. And then, he beat us just by squinting his eyes," Kira reflected, struggling to keep her power steady.
"You two did well, honestly," Mark remarked with a smile. "At peak Rank 2, you're among the strongest. And Marcule, with your elemental power, few can match you at mid-Rank 2."
"Aargh… What kind of strength is this?" Marcule groaned, struggling to his feet.
"Yeah, Mark, isn't this gap a bit much? You're practically Rank 3. You could destroy a universe now, right?" Kira asked, barely able to stand.
