Inside a gigantic golden battleship.
A mustached man with graying hair, neatly combed back, held a white command baton as he gazed through the battleship's main window, flashing with data displays, at the sea of clouds below.
"If you hadn't insisted that I come personally, I really might have missed such a magnificent sight!"
The man wore a neat white mustache. He was not particularly old, at most just under sixty, yet the ruthless bearing of one who had held the power of life and death since birth naturally seeped from him.
"Human potential can actually reach such an immense level." He watched the man below, who was stirring the entire sea of clouds with his own strength.
"Once you capture him, I want the firsthand experimental data."
From the other side, a tall figure wearing a silver-gray metal mask spoke in a low voice.
"I'll share the data with you. But first, we need to defeat this man completely. I don't think that will be easy."
"I like everything difficult in life." The white-mustached man smiled. "Because for me, life has offered almost no setbacks. If he can let me experience that feeling, I think I'll be very pleased."
The tall man in the silver mask said nothing. He only cursed idiot inwardly. But the other man's status was far too lofty and weighty; even he did not dare confront him head-on.
Below the battleship, the enormous white sea of clouds twisted into the terrifying shape of two arms.
The giant white hands, one on each side, crashed toward the battleship.
The white-mustached man glanced at the silver-masked man, and the two paused.
"Then let Your Highness Nesseran do the honors," the silver-masked man said in a low voice. Truthfully, though he was unwilling to admit it, the other