Once Karl had the whole group freed, he found that they were unwilling to go anywhere alone. The thought of being alone among strangers terrified them, and they couldn't speak to the locals.
But they were also Mythic Ranked, which made them stand out without the ability to defend themselves.
Something about the Immortal Realm must force their bodies to advance because they were obviously not trained. But Karl wasn't sure how to ask.
Remi, on the other hand, had no issues asking personal questions.
{I am an Alchemist, and I would really like to know how you got so strong without any magic or physical training. Can I examine you?} She asked.
The old woman laughed, and took a small vial from the pocket of her tattered dress.
{This is the reason that we're all strong, but helpless. It's a potion to attune our bodies to the Immortal Realm, so mana poisoning doesn't kill us. We're not actually strong, we just feel like it because we have adapted to being in a mana rich world.}
