Her eyes, sometimes bright and sometimes senile, were filled with shock.
A moment ago.
This guy had raised his neck and placed his life beneath the blade. That calm, frivolous expression had possessed a truly breathtaking beauty.
What was this? He could now blurt out something like, "Don't kill me"—the sort of remark that sounded... well, very much like General Shenche?
Acheron was genuinely stunned.
As if noticing her surprise, the man turned back and winked at her.
"...Sigh, it can't be helped."
"Over here, we've got an Emissary of Intellect."
He let out a deep sigh, as though he had encountered an unbeatable foe, radiating profound helplessness and frustration.
If Star Rail were treated as one big Terra, then Hunt Heavenly Generals, Great Lords of Annihilation, Emissaries of Abundance, and the like would be the epic heroes of their respective "nations."
They could wipe out an entire "army group" in a single night. Without heroes of equal standing to stop them, they could reduce a prosperous "nation" to ruins in an extremely short time.
Most Emissaries of Intellect did not possess that kind of destructive power—Emissaries were individuals specially favored by Aeons.
And the gifts bestowed by The Lord of Wisdom upon others—
Were usually "questions."
"How will you solve a certain problem? Will you obtain a particular answer in this lifetime?"
The gift granted by that omniscient Aeon, so omniscient it made people reveal grim faces to one another, was a road forward covered in thorns.
Not a giant god capable of smashing a planet into a little biscuit with one punch, nor a flame of destruction that could reduce all living beings to ashes.
It could be said that, if thrown into a beast-taming arena for a direct confrontation, a single Great Lord of Annihilation could take