Chapter 753: Erased
The ripple showed the entrance island, so visually crisp and clear it seemed like I was looking out a window at it. It included details that could only be seen with the Oracle of Eternity, except...more. A few remnants surrounded the gate, weapons drawn. For the first time, I could see their souls and the power coursing within. Gathrin himself stood in the front, at the peak of the eighth level.
"That can’t be right," I whispered.
Fate glanced at me, a smile tugging at her lips. "Only eighth, hmm? You expected more?"
"He fought that dragon!"
Fate shrugged. "Your fate spells cannot be compared to anyone on your level, right? The gap between the eighth and the ninth might be incomprehensible to you now, but to an existence like the remnants, it is but a child’s step. The power of the sea is vast, yet it’s powerless against a well-built ship and seasoned crew."
That was insane, upending every scrap of traditional wisdom Enusia had to offer. Fighting at a level disadvantage was asking for death. Every time I was forced into that situation, it was luck alone that saw me through. But the gap between eighth and ninth transcended everything before that. Yet, despite knowing that...
"A boat only has one purpose," I said softly, looking back at the remnants. "Everything it has and is can be harnessed to its fullest."
"But the sea is spread wide, incapable of bringing its power together. From my perspective, mortals, no matter how powerful, are like the sea. They simply lack the capacity and experience to compete with immortal beings."
"That’s why demons are so strong," I said.
"Demons are a little different. Infernal mana is...inefficient. And, until they evolve, they are incapable of comprehending concepts like training and efficiency. Even after, they thrive on instinct. But those that are cunning and wise are not to be trifled with."
"Like Rash’alon. Fyren tried to warn me, but..." I bit my lip, squeezing my skirt.