Coco stood tall over all others, his intense gaze scanning the field—the profound purple aura from his armor surrounding him gave an almost divine presence—an embodiment of death.
Captain Barnes had only recently begun harnessing Aura, while Coco had been wielding it for decades. He didn't just use it—he mastered it. He was a force beyond comprehension with a staggering power point of 67.
"Is that all he has?" Coco whispered, his voice filled with disappointment.
On the third floor, the Rangers stationed beside the President trembled. Their captain had been defeated. The last sliver of hope they clung to was slipping away, and with it, their chances of escape also seemed to be fading.
"Nowadays, the Rangers aren't much, are they?" Coco sneered,
The President stepped forward, fully aware of the seriousness of the situation. No one remained here who could confront Coco. Resisting would be pointless—his best option was to surrender and wait for his allies to arrive.
