Emerson gritted his teeth and looked up, his eyes seeking out the other Masters.
As they met Emerson's gaze, their eyes flashed with displeasure as they thought, "You didn't choose us first, and now you dare to consider us again? Did you think we wouldn't mind?"
His talent may be commendable, but only seven have achieved immortality in the thousands of years of Monington's history. For those who could not reach such heights, regardless of how advanced their talent became, they held limited value.
Emerson's face was filled with despair.
Had he known this would be his fate, he would have accepted Wilda's proposal during the assessment.
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