The atmosphere within the Bureau shifted from exhaustion to full-blown chaos the moment Clyde's identity was confirmed.
The face that had haunted their records, the ghost behind the escalating chaos across countless higher realms, had a name now. They finally found hiss face and his history.
The anomaly had a name. it was Clyde.
The same man who had cut a bloody path through numerous monsters undergoing the Selection Stage—a process that was supposed to test, judge, and elevate worthy individuals during the apocalyptic collapse of their native realities.
Countless Earths, countless realms, all monitored by the Bureau.
For so long he had been like smoke, they can see him in glimpses but impossible to hold.
But now they had him.
And the Bureau, once calm and clinical in its detachment because nothing can touch them, had become frantic.
