Chapter 10: Marked but Unproven
Azrael entered quietly, doing his best not to attract attention. He was likely the last to arrive before the introductions began.
Fortunately, most of the young men and women were already caught up in conversation and paid him little mind.
The first thing that came to his attention was the pristine condition of the place. It was well lit, not like the places he had grown accustomed to reside in. The air was pleasant to the lungs, just like the one outside, without any hint of dust or harmful particles.
His dark eyes narrowed as he scanned the people gathered.
’Just like I suspected,’ he thought, expression unreadable.
Nearly every Chosen present was beautiful—fair-skinned and with well-developed bodies. Part of it was due to the system, the rest from the intense training they’d gone through. Their physiques were well-defined, muscular, with little fat. That much was obvious, even beneath the expensive attire some wore.
’Still, none can even hold a candle to Seyra, I guess that is the difference between power.’
He stepped forward, merging into the crowd. Was he supposed to make allies? Maybe. It could help in the future. But he’d never been the type to get along easily with others.
Case in point: even during gathering missions with literal criminals, they had found it unpleasant to interact with him, so what would these privileged young Chosen possibly feel?
Unsure if engaging in conversation was worth it, he opted instead to observe them. A few things stood out.
First, groups were already forming, divided by the most damning and influential factor in human society: wealth.
There were the obviously rich, their clothes practically screaming privilege. Azrael had never seen people wear actual gold and silver on their clothing before.