"But there's one thing I still don't understand…" Blob said quietly, almost to himself, his tone reflective.
Max glanced at him. "What?"
Blob didn't answer immediately. His eyes were fixed on the towering colossus in the sky, brows furrowed, as if trying to solve a puzzle that made no sense.
"Even when someone below the Legend Rank triggers the Wrath of the World," Blob began slowly, "they simply die. Instantly. Their fate, destiny, and luck aren't strong enough to take form—let alone descend and defend them."
He turned to Max, his voice solemn. "Only those who've reached the peak—true experts breaking into Legend Rank—possess fate powerful enough to intervene. In those rare cases, their Manifestation might appear to shield them. But you…"
Blob paused, eyes narrowing at Max.
