Overwhelming Strength

Genesis's face darkened as though storm clouds loomed overhead, and the gravity between his brows seemed almost enough to freeze the air. His gaze remained locked on the battlefield not far away, where Emperor Company's Super Soldiers were displaying strength beyond imagination.

He had never imagined that he would feel such an intense sense of oppression from anyone other than Sephiroth.

The feeling of being crushed beneath a massive mountain, unable to breathe, stirred an indescribable fear within him.

What did this mean?

Genesis knew perfectly well.

A monster like Sephiroth had always been the peak they could only look up to.

Yet now, there were actually two people—perhaps even a third, and more—who had reached that level.

Then what about Angeal and me?

What did people like us, who had always thought so highly of ourselves and considered ourselves Shinra Company's elite, amount to?

Genesis was filled with indignation and fury. He refused to accept this reality, refused to acknowledge the gap between himself and Sephiroth, and even more so refused to watch Shinra Company fall into such a dangerous situation.

"Surrender. Emperor Company will not refuse your joining us."

Dante's voice echoed across the battlefield. He did not continue his pursuit, merely standing where he was with the Rebellion Greatsword resting on his shoulder, his eyes cold.

Genesis and Angeal looked at each other, and both saw helplessness and despair in the other's eyes. They knew they were no longer a match for these two Emperor Super Soldiers.

If they continued fighting, it would only be futile. They might even lose their lives.

But surrender? Were they truly willing to surrender?

Genesis and Angeal were both Shinra Company elites. They had their own pride and dignity. To them, surrender meant betrayal. It meant giving up everything.

But reality