Chapter 211: Level 4 Talent
Rhys landed first, followed by Dalin and the others as they hopped down from the hovering vehicle onto the city walls, rain beating against their shoulders in steady sheets. Without wasting a moment, they moved toward the group gathered there, footsteps splashing against the soaked stone.
As Dalin spotted a familiar face, she stepped forward, her eyes narrowing with interest. Her fiery gaze swept over the figure standing before her, analyzing every detail with open scrutiny.
"Good to see you didn’t let the Ravencourt surname fall into disgrace," she said, her voice sharp with its usual arrogance. The mocking tone in her words made her intent clear—this wasn’t praise; it was a jab.
She could clearly see her cousin hadn’t just survived the trials of the other world—she had held onto her player identity and risen to become the strongest in the city, carrying that truth with the pride of a crown worn in plain sight.
"I can’t say the same for you, little cousin," Evangeline replied, her smile polite but her eyes piercing. There was a quiet sting behind her words, sharpened by familiarity and rivalry.
As her gaze moved past Dalin to the rest of the group, it became clear that Dalin wasn’t the strongest among them.
Her eyes paused on Selina.
Even under the heavy rain, Selina stood out. Her expression was calm, almost detached, as if the chaos around her didn’t concern her in the slightest. Strands of midnight-purple hair stuck to her face and shoulders, but she didn’t seem to notice. There was something steady about her presence, something that made Evangeline pause.
She’s strong.
Then her attention shifted to Victor.
That same smug, idiotic grin was plastered on his face, like it had never left. He looked as if he didn’t take anything seriously, but Evangeline could sense otherwise. There was something coiled beneath that laid-back, fake demeanor. A pressure. A weight. A talent too immense to be hidden completely, even under the mask of a fool.
As a member of the Ravencourt bloodline, she shared Dalin’s natural talent for recognizing power. Looking at the trio, Evangeline could tell each of them was as strong as she was—if not stronger.