In time, while the people of StoneHaven stayed blind to the Chaos Eaters in their midst, and the guards seemed to savor the citizens' suffering, Halo readied himself to end it.
Training went smoother than he'd anticipated. His body had returned to how it was before the torture, maybe even stronger.
His power had reached its peak. He felt invincible, like he could hoist a mountain without breaking a sweat.
But doubt crept in. Something that made him wonder why he was chasing strength in the first place.
Jihriel Asterion, leader of NeverLight, the supposed hero, had kept his True Ability secret from everyone, even his closest allies. And still he'd become powerful enough to command a cohort.
He didn't know much about cohorts. But judging from what he'd witnessed, that tenth member of Vile of Hawks fighting with incredible stamina and strength despite losing an arm, and the rumors he'd heard, a cohort leader should be significantly stronger.
