You're a monster, right? How about you talk to them?
Souta's eyes adjusted as he saw through the heroes that entered the city.
The strongest one was a person who broke four shackles. The second was three shackles, and the third was two shackles. The remaining was at the peak of solidifying realm.
A powerful group of people had arrived, but Souta knew that only the strongest one had received the blessing among the seven of them. The blessings that God could bestow on their followers were limited, so it was impossible for everyone to have them, or else there would be an army full of blessing users.
'SS-rank...' He muttered inwardly before he averted his eyes.
He was sure that if it was a person who broke one shackle, then their group could handle it even without Eilish's help. After all, they've gotten stronger ever since they fought Clan Leader Rowan in the Witch Clan Territory.
"So strong..." Eztein muttered in shock. He could feel the aura emanating from the so-called heroes.