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[Wave Five Cleared]
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Sylas stood amidst the carnage, his breathing steady and even. If not for the heated steam coming from his nostrils, one would have never guessed that he had undergone a bout of physical exertion at all.
He looked down at his hands as the sixty-second timer wound down.
Not good enough.
He felt like there was more to gain, more to unearth, to pull out of himself. But Sylas also felt that he was quickly running to his limits as well.
There was no way he could progress to an S-Grade Race. The gap was too large. There was still so much runway within the bounds of an A-Grade Race, but he had no idea how to unearth that potential either.
He didn't have impurities to worry about. He had been lucky enough to expunge those. His Foundation was already as perfect as it could be for an F-tier.
So why did he feel so lacking?
