The teacher's surprise deepened into something else.
"They're fighting like mid Rank Two monsters," he murmured, eyes narrowing.
He'd graded thousands of skirmishes. Power revealed itself in little betrayals. These undead checked every box he used to measure a solid mid-thirties Awakener—Level 35 to 40. For one unit, that was notable. For seven at once?
"That's enough to walk sideways through this phase," he said under his breath.
None of these undead looked weaker than the last, making the teacher recall Michael had revealed twenty when he'd first arrived.
"Are they all at least thirty-five?" The idea landed like a stone.
The teacher paused when the projection showed a lone figure slipping off Castle 37's wall and vanishing into the trees like a streak of dusk.
"So—leaving your post?" he murmured. "What are you up to now, Level 40?"
