Isaac glanced at the nearly finished battle below the city wall and silently shook his head. 'As expected, in an Extraordinary world, the power of an individual can truly surpass that of the masses!'
Caesar was only a half-step away from becoming a High-level Knight, not even a full one yet. Faced with over ninety Quasi-Knights, more than a dozen Knights, and over a hundred Non-Rank Demons, he had wiped them out in the blink of an eye as if he were merely swatting flies.
One could only imagine how powerful he would become after reaching the rank of High-level Knight...
So, even though the battle wasn't quite over, he had lost interest in watching. He figured he might as well use the time to get back to his research. Although his work on Flesh Mimicry had hit a bottleneck, he thankfully had many other projects he could switch to.
But just as Isaac was about to turn and head back to his Mage Tower to continue his research, his older sister, Cheryl, called out to him.
