Lazarus had formed his wings and floated harmlessly to the ground. He folded his arms. "S class wouldn't change who I am. My soul doesn't falter for things such as rank. A title doesn't give me strength to beat an opponent. The knowledge and support of my friends and guild does. If I end up with the S class ranking, it wont make me any stronger." He sighed. "Heaven tells me that I might be cut from existence at any time, the same applies to all of us. I'd prefer not to trouble myself thinking about petty ranking, and focus on getting the book which will help us to restore our friend back into existence!!! Or have you forgotten about that?!" Lazarus turned on the spot and storm back inside the guild forcefully opening the door and slamming it shut. He crashed into a chair, furious. Wes was his friend.