FreshwindElara had just reached Level 20. The Shadow-Stained Gryphon King was a respectable Level 15, and the Three-Winged Dark Gold Bat King was already Level 18. Marcus, however, remained stubbornly anchored at Level 28. He watched their progress with a mixture of pride and a healthy dose of envy.
Still, the experience from fighting monsters above his level was nothing to sneeze at. In this short session, he had already chewed through 30% of his current level. At this pace, hitting Level 30 was less a challenge and more a matter of clocking in the hours.
"Hey Stone, check that out. Absolute unit, isn't it?"
Marcus followed FreshwindElara's gaze. Lumbering toward them was a stone giant, easily twenty-five feet tall, hefting a massive, spiked club that looked like a prehistoric baseball bat. It was leading a small, shambling crew, advancing with the slow, terrifying confidence of a freight train.
"No kidding. Alright, hang back."
