"It's about time." Essence Stalker muttered to himself as he gazed at the Rank 7 Guild Hall before him. He wore an expression of solemnity and valor, as he planned to take on one of the heaviest and craziest tasks available to a player.
Essence was going to Class Up into a Divine Class!
During the First Inter-Player International Competition, he had easily dominated everyone with ease, causing widespread depression, desolation, and fear. Essence had enjoyed the feeling of the masses looking at him and realizing that he was simply on a different tier.
However, his fight with Kiran had left him feeling unhappy, stifled, and aggrieved. How dare that fellow with that yee-yee ass haircut actually make him sweat in battle, forcing him to transform?
As for the beat down by Draco's Avatar, Essence had no qualms with that.