[Organization—2]

In the white corridors where destinies are shaped, harsh training began. Adwar, his white robe gleaming like snow under the bright light, stood swaying. Blood flowed from his forehead, a testament to the fierceness of the battle he had fought. Before him stood Arthur, the boy with white hair and golden eyes, looking down at Adwar with disdain and saying in a cold voice, "Trash," before leaving without a backward glance, leaving his younger brother unconscious.

From a high vantage point overlooking the white expanse, Maliosun and his gray-haired assistant observed the scene with analytical eyes. "There seems to be a difference between Adwar and Arthur," the gray-haired man murmured, his voice laden with concern.

"Yes, Arthur is far superior to his brother," Maliosun replied confidently, as if he could see what others couldn't.

"What are their talent rankings?" Maliosun asked, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

"Well, Arthur could be SS or even SSS," the gray-haired man answered, as if proclaiming a prophecy.

Maliosun, surprised by the words, pondered the idea. "SSS... no one has been born in that rank for centuries."

Then he looked at Arthur, whose face remained as cold as ice. "If this child reaches that level, he'll be an extraordinary monster. We must exploit him well."

The gray-haired man hesitated, then said, "As for Adwar, he's most likely an A."

Maliosun sighed. "A... that's not good." The gray-haired man glanced at Adwar and said, "Well, it's not certain. With our help, he might reach S."

As Adwar regained consciousness, events accelerated around him. The once-safe white room transformed into an arena for upcoming challenges. Maliosun and his gray-haired assistant watched from above, as if they were gods determining the fate of mortals.

"We must closely monitor Adwar," Maliosun declared. "Despite his A rank, true potential lies deep within the soul, not just on the surface."

The gray-haired man, with a skeptical look, asked, "But sir, can Adwar surpass our expectations?"

"Time alone will answer that," Maliosun replied, observing Adwar slowly rising, defying pain and blood staining his white robe.

Adwar, with determination in his eyes, surveyed his surroundings. He knew the path ahead wouldn't be easy. Every fall was a lesson, every wound a step toward the strength he sought.

Above them, Maliosun contemplated the future, sketching a plan with consequences unknown. "We'll see how things unfold, and how these two children shape their destinies in this new world." The gray-haired man frowned; Maliosun's hopes rested on Adwar, who might reach S, but SS seemed impossible.

"What secrets does she hide?" the gray-haired man wondered, looking at Maliosun.