Shadow Slave

The five Ascended were surprised by such a colorful description, but quickly got over their shock. No one seemed to have doubts about Sunny's credentials, and for a simple reason — there were no weak Masters. Every person who had chosen to challenge the Second Nightmare and survived was an elite by definition. So, his Rank was the only proof of competence he needed to be accepted by them.

That was not to say that these government officers felt threatened by Sunny's accomplishments. All of them were experienced, battle-tested fighters... specialists. They had well-deserved confidence in their own capabilities.

Master Jet looked at them and smiled.

"Since we have already started, let's get introductions out of the way. Some of you may know each other, while others are relatively new faces…"

She went down the line, introducing each of the Ascended that were going to serve as the backbone of the First Irregular Company.

The oldest among them was a muscular man that seemed to be in his lat forties or early fifties. Of course, as an Ascended, he looked incredibly well for his age. Master Randall was mature and grizzled, with grey hair and a full beard that perfectly suited his chiseled, masculine face.

The black bodysuit lay snug against his well-pronounced muscles. Everything about the man told that he was a seasoned, consummate soldier. His presence was solid and steady.

Master Randall might have not fought side by side with the members of the First Generation when the Spell had appeared, but due to his age, he most likely witnessed its descent as a child. His well of experience was of great benefit to the company… in fact, one would have expected him to be in charge instead of Soul Reaper.

However, even if the man had any thoughts about that matter, he did not let them show.

her good-natured, friendly demeanor. Ascended Jesse looked almost like the opposite of Master Jet: she had straw blond hair, a healthy tan, sparkling blue eyes, and radiated a strange feeling of warmth. Coincidentally, she was the closest to Soul Reaper in

slender body brimmed with energy and barely suppressed strength. The relaxed attitude hid a sharp and cutting edge. This Master seemed to be

So were the others.

Her curly hair was dark brown and tied

relaxed that it almost seemed inappropriate for this important meeting. Her beautiful face was aloof and nonchalant. The sleeves of her bodysuit were rolled up, revealing toned forearms and a solid tattoo that turned one of them

had stood up to salute Soul Reaper when

of the same age as his female colleague, with honest eyes and a gallant bearing. There was dark stubble

but felt that the man's Aspect had at least some relation to defense and protection. He sensed that if Master Dale decided to stand his ground, very few things

slightly older and stood in stark contrast to Master Dale. His cold eyes, inexpressive face, and chilling

most offense-oriented Master of the bunch, but that quality was not without subtlety. On the contrary, it

kind of fighter who utilized cunning and stealth to destroy the enemy with one

with Sunny and Jet, the five Masters were going to lead the First

Ascended had a nickname. Masters Randal, Jesse, Winter, Dale, and Davis were also known as Vandal, Mustang,

one, which made

can always

He blinked.