[You have earned the admiration and praise of the Celestial God "Radiant Holy Tree"]
[Your erudition, resourcefulness, and courage have earned the Celestial God's recognition]
[Such an accomplishment can serve as a stepping stone for promotion]
Westheid felt a kind of "limit"—or perhaps a "lock"—shatter within his body, bringing a cathartic release, like thirty years of abstinence culminating in a single moment.
An unparalleled sense of liberation spread to every nerve ending. Amidst the throes of pain, there was also a warm, tingling pleasure.
This was completely different from the blood sacrifice ritual. That had simply infused his body with vast Magic Power, allowing Westheid to jump higher, run faster, become stronger, and have keener senses—a simple inflation of his stats.
Promoting his Tier, however, was a sublimation of his very being. The two couldn't even be compared.
It wasn't just a difference of a few numbers, but a leap in his fundamental nature and capabilities.
