Chapter 12: The Rift Calls
The first thing Azrael’s eyes landed on was a man lying on the ground. His skull looked crushed, like it had been hit by a cannonball.
’It’s a miracle he is even alive,’ Azrael thought. He was sure that should a mortal human receive this kind of injury, they would be as good as dead. The mere fact that he was still alive, even if he was in a critical condition, was a testament to how useful the System really was.
Silence fell over the cafeteria, not the chaos Azrael had expected. He had been sure that sooner or later the privileged Chosen would have started mocking or harassing those they deemed weaker.
That kind of behavior, he thought, would lead to chaos and a massive free-for-all.
To his surprise, he was wrong. Completely wrong.
"A beast," he muttered in awe, eyes fixed on the one that had no doubt attacked.
He had seen this Chosen when the introduction had taken place, but hadn’t paid him much mind. Not because he wasn’t impressed but because he deduced that he had been looking at security or some of the instructors.
However, what he was looking at right now was a Chosen. One seemingly near his own age, which only made things more bizarre.
Two and a half meters tall (~8.2 feet), dwarfing everyone in sight, with ease, two massive arms thicker than an average man’s waist. Broad shoulders that screamed primal power. Long brown hair and a light beard on the man’s sharp jawline.
Azrael himself was on the taller side, which made him stand out among the average fifteen-year-olds. He also had a fairly impressive build for his age. Yet, despite all that, he found himself genuinely impressed by the man he was looking at.
Standing on his feet, the massive behemoth towered over a group of privileged Chosen, they didn’t wear their expressive attire, being forced to wear the standard military uniform, but the jewelry gave away their elite status. No doubt they’d tried to prove a point by challenging the rugged Chosen, only for one of them to be sent flying by a single blow from the giant.
Azrael idly activated [Inspect], just to be sure of what he was seeing.