Coco's Past

Coco stood towering above all, his piercing gaze sweeping over the battlefield. The deep purple aura radiating from his armor made him appear almost godlike—an embodiment of death itself.

Captain Barnes had only recently begun harnessing Aura, but Coco had been wielding it for decades. He didn't just use it—he mastered it. And with a staggering power point of 67, he was a force beyond comprehension.

"Was that all he had?" Coco whispered, his voice carrying a sense of disappointment.

On the third floor, the Rangers stationed beside the President trembled. Their Captain was defeated. The last sliver of hope they clung to was slipping away, and with it, their chances of escape seemed all slipping away.

"Rangers aren't much, are they?" Coco sneered,