With the tests completed, the new Reapers were sent to the kitchen for a final meal before sleep. Although it was barely nine o'clock, most of them were already exhausted after such a grueling day and welcomed the chance to rest.
Just like that morning, Nero took his plate and scanned the room for a seat. This time, however, no one approached him. Where earlier the tables around him had been filled with conversation and laughter, now the space remained conspicuously empty.
"Pathetic."
Asem appeared on Nero's shoulder, his expression openly disdainful as his Sky Eyes swept over the dining hall.
"Their hearts are fickle," the Guardian Spirit continued coldly. "They cling to others in search of power and approval. Most of them will spend their lives bowing to whoever they think can elevate them."
Asem paused, then smiled faintly.
"I look forward to seeing their faces when the truth reveals itself."
