Back inside the Greyson residence, the elders' eyes burned with a tinge of satisfaction as they slowly nodded toward the shimmering green screen. Soft murmurs spreading across the hall.
Despite all their expectations, they couldn't help but feel a bit of surprise. Those were level 25 Golden Wolves that he was tearing apart as if they were nothing.
Beasts that would require at least an experienced, coordinated group to defeat even one… were easily torn apart. The longer they watched, the more they couldn't help but marvel at how wondrous all of this was, finally understanding what a true genius was.
Still, even with all this, they couldn't help but notice he was holding back.
"He's toying with them," Mistress Aria muttered. A faint smile cut across her lips, her voice ringing across the hall.
The other elders nodded in agreement. They had watched him grow, increase the number of those monstrous blades to ten while their lethality spiked alongside his absurd growth.
