High Grade

What they sensed shook them.

All of the human extractors: dead.

All of the Martial Apprentices: dead.

All of the Martial Squires had sustained injuries from merely the side effects of the collision.

Just like that, a titanic crater spanning a city had been formed.

At the epicenter stood a masked Martial Senior, kneeling on the ground with one knee. His fist was buried in the ground, right at the neck of a female corpse.

Right where her head should have been.

Without an active Martial Heart accelerating the metabolism of the osteoblast cells leading to a temporary hardening of bone while the Martial Heart was active, she could never have survived a powerful charged Senior-level blow to the skull.

That was not what shocked the Martial Artists into silence.

It was the fact that this Martial Senior had somehow approached the entire extraction squad without anyone ever noticing!