"Those eyes... Are those... No... It can't be... The eyes of a..."
'Paragon?'
Pope Arzhel remained rooted on the spot as he stared in Corey's direction with a shaken expression of immense disbelief and even fear.
Numerous thoughts flashed in his mind, and some moments later, a drop of sweat appeared on his forehead.
'There's no way that kid is a... I definitely saw wrong... If he's a... Then that means the chances of us obtaining this world's core is extremely slim.'
'Should I report it?... No... It was just a glimpse... And if I'm wrong, I'll suffer for it... I might even get investigated and the consequences of that would be unimaginable.'
'I more proof... But he's just a Mortal... And they are always a lot stronger than this... They're usually in the ranks of Immortals... And they usually influence Great Wars that can shake the entire Universe.'
