Elius' knees buckled.
He staggered forward a step.
The laughter around him still raged like a festival of mockery, echoing in waves—one guy had started beatboxing while others pretended to bow at Elius like cultists.
But Elius…
He was somewhere else.
He wasn't thinking about them anymore.
He wasn't thinking about their mockery.
Because none of them—none—understood what was about to descend upon this world.
If Radiant Man acknowledged him…
If he really told him his origin…
Then the Solarion Empire would come.
And unlike in the comic, Elius wasn't the protagonist.
He wasn't even supposed to exist.
He wasn't a Solarion descendant.
Could he even pass?
Would Earth survive if he failed?
No, he thought, panic blooming in his chest like poison.
No, no, no—he cannot. If they come… if they test me… if I fail—
His vision spun.
His breath came in shallow gulps.
