Chapter 212: Moving on, no time to waste.
'To not only survive but to seize victory… he'd have to be a late-stage third-tier combatant at the absolute minimum. No…' Henry's internal assessment spiraled into a darker, more visceral dread. 'Stronger. Perhaps a peak-stage third-tier? And you're telling me a monster like that has been prowling our territory without a single whisper reaching my ears?'
Henry was floored. In the hierarchy of the kingdom's color districts, an unaligned warrior of that caliber was a rare find, a blue diamond amidst common quartz. Within the borders of their own viscounty, those who could truly claim the title of a peak third-tier were few enough to be counted on a single hand.
