"Collect the corpses then, if you want to."
A sudden voice echoed out in front of him. It was the Original, who could control the wind, the man, who had killed the physically-attributed bulls with ease.
Now that he could visualize him better as he was closer, Nial could perceive his chiseled face, his muscle-packed body below the large robe he was wearing, and the powerful aura the man suppressed with ease.
'Is he also as strong as Kirlia?' Nial wondered for a moment, feeling a bit dumbfounded that there were so many stronger Originals than he believed mankind would have.
'Why is the public knowledge and reality so different? I think the officials announced that the highest rank an Original attained until now was the Low Tritan rank with seven Advanced Origin rings.
However, Kirlia, the Leader of the Sacred Knights, and this man are definitely not just at the Low Tritan rank!'