Mark studied the translucent window floating in front of him, and couldn't help a smile spreading across his face.
After being stuck for so long, so painfully aware of his own weakness, things were finally starting to move forward.
Now he had in his hands the tools to grow stronger on his own, without endlessly depending on someone else's power.
It was, without exaggeration, one of the best days he could remember since arriving in this world.
Mark was still savoring that satisfaction when Alice and Bayle approached him.
And they weren't coming alone.
Behind them came the half-human generals, heads bowed, shoulders hunched, completely subdued.
Just a little while ago, they'd been begging Focalors for the privilege of tearing him apart with their own hands.
Now they didn't even dare lift their eyes.
The moment they got close enough, they dropped to their knees before him, trembling as if a single wrong word could cost them their lives.
