At the deep layer of space (9th layer of space)...
"So, it takes a Rank 6 being to kill the Predator?" one of the survivors asked, his breath ragged and uneven.
A few scattered figures were visible, their auras strong yet faltering. Each of them was at Rank 5, and though their strength was undeniable, their breaths were labored. Their bodies bore wounds of varying severity—some shallow, others deep enough to expose bone.
"Kill?" one of them laughed bitterly. "Hah! Even ten more Rank 6 beings couldn't kill him." His voice carried the weight of experience, for he had faced the Predator himself.
"So strong… what is it?" the survivor asked, disbelief etched on his face.
"Haha, the story of that being is quite tragic, you know," the knowledgeable one replied, his voice laced with sorrow.
"It all happened eons ago," he began, his tone somber. The others listened in silence.
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