Seas of earth crumbled down the walls of the valley. Boulders of ice, avalanches of snow, a chill that descended as whatever little heat there was rose…
It was destruction the likes of which could level cities, the sort of power a single man shouldn't have had any business having.
The people of Earth that had never leveled up—people who remained safe only because they had governments and powers protecting them from the dangers that had appeared in a world so very unfamiliar to them now—could only imagine that Sylas had long transcended the F-tier.
In fact, even some who were surpassing Level 40, approaching the limits of the F-tier and prepping for what it might be like to be a Level 51, believed the same.
Sylas was far too powerful.
That said… the intelligent among them noticed something odd immediately. The challenge of the City of Glass was tailored to their Tier. Those that had entered had been crushed by a power that felt no less overwhelming to them.
