But it wasn't because they didn't have anything to say. It was because they couldn't. Every single experts present—young or old, genius or veteran—was too stunned to form words, too blown away by what they had just witnessed.
A 1st level Master Rank youth, wearing nothing but a plain white mask and known only by the name White Death, had not only stepped into Grinders Haven, the hardest mode in the Battle Realm, but had completely obliterated a 2-star master at the 3rd level of Champion Rank—Roger Hale, a famed powerhouse of the frost region.
And not just defeated—he had erased him, engulfed him in black flames, made him scream in agony, and then crushed him into nonexistence with a single explosion.
It was impossible. That word kept ringing in everyone's minds like a chant, like a desperate excuse for what they had seen.
