Marcus watched Michael with envy. Though a powerful tier-one beast himself, Marcus was a creature of brute force, lacking the sacred or scholarly attributes to absorb divine power.
He whispered to Miaomiao, clearly disheartened:
[Only Michael can convert Outer God power into mana. You think I'll ever have something I'm uniquely useful for, sis?]
Understanding his frustration, Miaomiao reached over with a paw and patted his head.
[You'll find your role, Miao. Don't worry too much.]
Marcus bowed his head. His brilliant, cunning sister had become a vital support to Michael. Meanwhile, he felt like little more than muscle, useful only in direct combat—something even a lower-grade beast could do.
And now that the war was over, mages and knights alike would start lining up to extract his magical essence for their research and rituals. He couldn't help but wonder: Would he still be needed?
