The world for Cresty had stopped breathing.
She had seen [Will of Torga] before. In the tower — the quality of it, the way the room became legible, the way Lexel moved through things that had been obstacles a moment before. She had built it into her model. She had assigned it a weight.
She had been wrong about the weight.
What she was looking at now was different from the tower. The tower had been floors and geometry and monsters that the skill simplified into problems. This was Brunks — a Level 32 Warrior class captain in [Berserk], muscles reddened, every pore producing sweat, growing in size with each heartbeat, the dark potion doing what dark potions did when someone had decided that surviving mattered more than the cost of surviving.
̶[̶L̶v̶3̶2̶]̶ [Lv27].
Equal. For ten seconds, equal.
