Killing a rank two monster in a single strike — that was the stuff of legends, a feat whispered about among average first-class parties. And yet, here Damon was, with only half his party present, planning to do exactly that to a rank two Mist Knight.
It would've been wildly ambitious. Those who had reached higher-class advancements were already superhuman.
Damon himself was proof — even without magic, he could sprint a kilometer in moments.
He still remembered his encounter with the evil forest wendigo. Just a rank one monster, yet it had closed the kilometer-long distance between them in the blink of an eye, before Damon could even think of escape.
He gripped his sword tighter.
He wasn't the same boy he'd been weeks ago.
Funny. Just weeks. And yet it already felt like years since he'd gotten the system.
He surged forward toward the Mist Knight in front of him — Thren. Part of him expected the corrupted knight to vanish into mist, teleport away, or pull some other trick.
