Spell Weaver [Book 2 Complete]

Jonathan’s eyes widened as he activated his own scanning ability to look at the Rift. The color drained from his already tired face while he read the information.

Damien must have had a similar ability, since he started muttering at the same time. “Son of a bitch. He’s right.”

Greg stepped forward, and as he spoke, his voice rose in volume. “You said they were trying to break through. How could you get something this critical so wrong?”

“Asshole,” Martin said, as he flicked Greg in the ear. “Dude was there doing more than you were. Shuddup.”

Before Alex could respond, Jonathan held up his hand. “That’s enough, Greg. None of us could have predicted this. I wouldn’t have even known it was possible to increase a Rift’s rank.”

Alex groaned internally.

“What exactly does this mean, though?” Sam asked, looking between them.

Alex leaned some more of his weight against Sam and felt his limbs tremble from the strain of his earlier magic. “It means that instead of facing D-Rank elves in the 30 to 60 range, we’re now going to have to face C-Rank elves… Levels 60 to 90.” He paused and let the implications sink in for those around.

Jonathan spoke up again, staring at his boots. “The level range on Earth is what? 3 to 40-something? Even the elite Hunter teams are barely in the high forties.” He grunted and looked at his team seriously. “How long do we have?”

As if answering his question, a new blue window appeared in his vision.