366 Nephilim

Eiro looked at the woman on the other side of the room. She was walking closer toward Eiro in a casual manner, as if she didn't care about any of the dead bodies here in the room. She probably didn't.

"So, you're the one that everyone's been talking about? The guy that's breaking all the rules?" The woman asked, slowly sitting down on one of the chairs before crossing her legs. The letter on the tag around her neck was 'C'. The third strongest individual in this organization.

And Eiro could tell that this woman was strong as well. Really, really strong. It might be a troublesome fight against her.

He thought that the difference in strength between the letters would be miniscule, but... It seemed like that wasn't the case. The difference between individuals seemed to only be increasing more and more the higher their ranks.