At present, Sansa's strength rivaled that of a high-tier SS+ rank fighter.
And after mastering her ability, one could argue she had reached the peak of that tier.
But now that she'd absorbed all the Seed had to offer…
There was nothing left to awaken.
In other words ..her path ended here.
'Stronger battles await us… against monsters far more powerful ..like those of the Upper Seats, who have begun to emerge.
When that time comes… I won't be able to offer you much at my current level, Frey.'
Sansa was being completely honest—at least when it came to him.
She had no one else to confide in about these fears.
Ever since she sensed their enemies approaching for the first time…
She knew just how terrifyingly powerful they were.
And when the time came, Frey would be the one forced to face them alone.
If he did, he would die.
Sansa couldn't bear that thought.
But the weak had no right to choose in the world they lived in…
Frey understood her feelings perfectly.
