Outside of the military school, a large green militarized pickup truck was waiting. With several Chosen waiting next to it.
Azrael didn't hesitate; his eyes narrowed briefly using [Inspect].
What he saw made him frown.
Ascension Level: [Proven]
Purity Rank: [Blessed]
Five men and four women, all with the same power parametrics.
'They must be newbies.' He figured. Not that he wasn't technically one as well, just that his Purity was one Rank higher than theirs.
'I just hope that they will not hold me back.'
Silently he went to them.
"And just as I was saying—"
A bald man was busy chatting with a disinterested woman.
"—We are going to be a team from now on. So it will benefit us if we exchange contract information—"
Unfortunately for the bald man, his attempt at courting ended in failure as Azrael suddenly appeared, making him recoil backwards.
"Gods! I didn't hear you at all!" The man spoke loudly, bringing the attention to him.
