"I am not your enemy..."
As the calm voice rang out, Sulu slowly stepped out of the darkness.
"You are... Turing? Turing Alsace!"
The black fog dispersed, revealing Rhode's figure. His pupils were crimson as he stared at Sulu.
"You used too much of that power tonight. There's a risk of losing control—the crimson in your pupils is proof..." Sulu sighed. "Calm down."
As his voice spread, the black fog scattered, and the battle pieces reverted to ordinary chess pieces.
The crimson faded from Rhode's pupils, but he looked at Sulu as though he had seen a ghost.
It was his first time seeing someone twist another person's will and soothe someone on the verge of losing control through words alone.
"Above the fifth tier?"
Cold sweat seeped from Rhode's forehead.
He had heard the rumors. Any Saint who had advanced beyond the fifth tier was a complete "nonhuman," a true "monster."
"I merely noticed something interesting and followed you here to take a look..."
Sulu glanced around. "This isn't the place to talk. Let's go."
More than ten minutes later.
In a café outside Arkhamdo University.
Sulu sat across from Rhode, who had even set up an isolation ritual. "Who are you?"
He stared at Sulu, strongly suspecting that beneath that young skin lurked some ancient monster.
"I am simply myself."
Sulu smiled. "An ordinary university student who happened to discover what you were doing and followed you to take a look..."
Rhode did not answer, but his face was full of disbelief.
Sulu took a sip of coffee and casually asked, "What do you think Transcendents represent?"
"Strange and wondrous abilities, as well as danger!" Rhode frowned, but answered nonetheless.
Ever since the ancient demonic creatures had completely vanished, anyone who wanted to become a "Saint" had