Meanwhile, Patriarch Rylan kept silent during their conversation, aware of the ingrained pride of the gods' chosen. To him, this was a good opportunity to humble them and make them understand that there are many more things far beyond what they can grasp in this world.
Back on the platform,
The warrior observed Leif as he recovered his composure and returned to his feet.
"I think I have gauged your level of strength accurately," the warrior said.
"Oh, and what do you think it is?" Leif responded with a raised brow, his tone filled with doubt.
"I'll give it a rating of a two-star Vylkr vine," the warrior replied. "You can't handle a three-star Vylkr vine, can you?" he asked, noting Leif's surprised expression.
Leif quickly recomposed himself and shook his head in response. "You're right; my strength is sufficient for two-star Vylkr vines but insufficient for a three-star Vylkr vine," he admitted.
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