Ben encountered a Hall-level adventurer who was clearly the cream of the crop, not just the tea.
In the darkness, Ben held incredible advantages; it felt more like magic than skill.
But the conditions for promotion to Hall-level were harsh; mere overwhelming strength was not enough. One also needed a deed celebrated across the land, leaving many stuck at the Heroic Level, unable to progress further.
Yet, Heroic Level adventurers were already rare. Most adventurers were the kind that bragged to their buddies about knife scars and earned their meals in jail.
A vastly different breed from the so-called elder brothers.
Ghost Eye Mad Blade, Saleret, had made his appearance.
True to his nickname, he wore an iron mask as terrifying as a demon's face affixed onto his own, revealing only his eyes which gleamed blood-red in the darkness.
