Sylas gasped for breath, a frown marring his face by now.
This was the third Dungeon, a corpse of a Level 69 lich being crushed beneath his feet. But the fatigue was setting in heavily already, and in ways that he almost didn't want to admit.
Just a single Dungeon ago, he had been ready for this challenge, wanting to see just how close to Level 100 he could get before he truly had to begin to worry for his safety.
But he was quickly finding out that, let alone Level 100, Level 70 felt like a hard cap.
Just like in the F-Grade, every 10 levels in the E-Grade came with a huge, surging leap in power. But it was even more obvious in the E-Grade than it had ever been in the F-Grade.
Maybe it was because Sylas had been Level 0 for so long that all the Grades and Levels blended to nothingness to him, and all that ever mattered was stats. But being forced to look at nothing but Levels and Grades now, he was feeling the gap intimately.
