Ketal had endured demonic powers and a spirit’s onslaught using nothing but his physical body, absent of any Myst. By all conventional logic, it should have been impossible. There was only one plausible explanation: his body itself was some kind of Myst, possessing a unique rank or level all on its own.0

But is that really possible? Can one’s body possess a unique rank? Arkemis thought.0

Even with all her knowledge as a High Elf, Arkemis couldn’t conceive of such a thing ever existing. If this theory were untrue, she had no way of rationalizing Ketal’s overwhelming strength. Eventually, she simply accepted the one certainty in front of her—that Ketal was extraordinarily powerful.0

She gazed at him pensively. He had struck down an Epic spirit in a single blow. Not even the strongest Transcendents could usually manage that.0

That places him at least in the highest tiers of Transcendent ability, she thought, maybe even on the verge of Hero level. 0

However, she couldn’t be certain, because the realm of Heroes fell beyond her usual frame of reference.0

As these thoughts churned in her mind, Arkemis recalled something Ketal had mentioned about hiding from even stronger monsters back in his homeland, the White Snowfield.0

That can’t mean this same Ketal was once considered a prey, can it? If so, what kind of horrors roam that place…? Arkemis wondered. She shuddered...1