Sylas felt a suffocating pressure even from so far away—so much so that he didn't dare to take a single step forward. It wasn't a matter of fear; that wasn't what he was feeling right now. It wasn't that he might die if he went forward—it was that he would certainly die.
The gap between himself and death right now was the breadth of a single step. He knew that the moment he took just one more step forward, he would enter the range of something he couldn't fathom.
'D-Grade. There's a D-Grade overlooking the encampment…'
A D-Grade—someone who had crossed the Level 100 barrier.
It was said that every Grade was divided into a Tier of its own, and that much was true. But from his research, Sylas had also seen that there was something particularly special about the Level 100 barrier.
It was almost like F-Grade and E-Grade were two smaller steps prepped for the large leap that was D-Grade.
