Moon had seen enough.
The spirit was powerful. Its speed, reflexes, and combat awareness were all well above anything the wolves or the PanPig had shown. If he had to estimate, it sat at the peak of 0-Star, possibly touching the lower edge of 1-Star.
During his evaluation at the association, Moon's combat power had been measured at roughly three acupoints.
A low 0-Star Evolver.
On paper, the spirit had the advantage. But the evaluation hadn't accounted for everything. It didn't factor in the C-Rank Elemental Staff nestled in his hands.
It didn't account for the spiritual energy now flowing through his first acupoint, strengthening his elemental output. It didn't consider the twenty-two skills he could draw from at any moment, each one giving him an option that most Evolvers simply didn't have.
And it didn't include Mirage.
Moon looked at the spirit one more time. It was still playing with the woman, deflecting her attacks, that faint smile sitting on its face.
