Overpowered Wizard

The early morning shifted toward late morning. More blocky clouds appeared in the sky above the bombed out and devastated basin where Castle Grimrock had once stood.

A thousand men and women milled about nervously as two overtly powerful Master Rankers prowled among them. The leaders, a Level 70 Storm Blaster named Dawson and a Level 75 Blessed Cleric named Gisella, were the only two capable enough to serve as guides.

The guides weren’t necessary. They were merely a show of compliance and cooperation – puppets, really.

That way, nobody would do anything too stupid out of fear or irrationality. Or they would risk annoying Hannah, which could lead to a large swath of them getting harmed by a flex of her power.

Zarian and Hannah could easily sift through the masses on their own with their heightened aura abilities. Zarian, of course, would be better at it than Hannah. But she was growing more adept at working with aura.

While she lacked his finesse and artistry, she made up for it with down-to-the-basics effort. Her Mysticism stat had grown immense, too, getting further ahead of Zarian’s, at least when comparing raw stats.

Having high Mysticism lent her some more leeway even though she wasn’t a wizard like him.

Zarian couldn’t help but observe her. He was observing himself, too.

They were so much different now compared to who they were before Operation Save The Cook. Zarian felt as if the earlier version of him was dumber, weaker, less sophisticated, and less of everything.