"What kind of freak is that human? Not only is the Angel's power terrifying, but even the Elf's power is no less than that Angel from earlier."
"The strength of this Demon is close to Totem Tier Two, yet even so, it was instantly killed by this Elf!"
"Where did this human prodigy come from?"
"If they can continue participating in Totem level competitions, does this mean..."
"The Divine Pattern might be taken by this weakest race, the Human Race!"
All around the Kratosium, whispers spread like a plague.
The previous disdain and mockery towards Aster Grant had now transformed into fear, suspicion, and a barely noticeable panic.
However, Vera, at the center of the discussion, was deaf to all the noise.
Her emerald eyes were like icy ponds, her cold gaze locking onto the leading Frost Serpent among the Dreadbeast Faction.
A concrete killing intent spread unrestrainedly.
If not for these Dreadbeasts' existence...
