Everyone formed their own images inside their minds about the Lesser Angel.
Different minds produced different images, unique to their own, but there are clear patterns—the Lesser Angel is supposed to be the one with the lowest potential to become strong, the one who isn't compatible with their own divine bloodline, the weakest.
And despite the varying imaginations, none were quite accurate.
Not even close.
Unlike what they expected, the Lesser Angel who stepped out through the gate wasn't a meek and weak student. He radiated intense battle spirit that made it clear that his body was capable of incredible feats. His posture showed a man who never backed down. And there was a chill to him that sent a shiver down their spines.
A sensation that warned the onlookers that it was better not to mess with him.
As he climbed the arena, the other participants stared at him from behind their masks.
