The mind of the Hyperion demon was a tempest of turmoil, far from any semblance of peace.
He could scarcely trust his own eyes.
The reality unfolding before him defied belief.
He was being matched, no, he was being steadily outmatched.
And the one responsible?
A mere nineteen year old human.
An Ecliptic rank cultivator.
When they first received intel on Anthony, skepticism clouded their judgment.
After all, no one should be capable of reaching such a level at such a young age.
But with time, some began to rationalize it, he was, after all, the descendant of three Supreme Monarchs.
With access to virtually limitless resources, it was conceivable that they could forcibly elevate his mana rank.
Yet that line of reasoning led to a troubling conclusion: such a descendant would be little more than an empty vessel, one who possessed power, but lacked the refinement, control, and understanding required to wield it with purpose.
