For several seconds, Ethan stood motionless, rereading those two system notifications, his eyes scanning line by line as if to make sure he hadn't misunderstood.
A fourth-stage elven mage, over a hundred thousand years old, who in life had already reached level eight hundred.
Knowing full well how status levels scaled at such heights, he could only imagine just how absurd her power must have been at its peak...
Ethan let out a long sigh, allowing his thoughts to run free for a moment.
Given her age, she belonged to the Ancestral Era—the most remote period known to history, practically the cradle of all intelligent civilization in Estria.
As a young man from the twenty-first century trapped in a medieval world, Ethan had naturally turned to his family's vast libraries, trying to make up for the lack of a cell phone and the quick entertainment he had grown used to.
Among the works scattered across the shelves, only a few dealt with the Ancestral Era—about ten in total.
