Seven days had passed since the battle with the Razorwing Mantis. Seven days that Reidar and the others spent grinding, and that blurred the line between day and night.
The forest around Ashwick had become a graveyard of high-tier monsters, but that wasn't just because of them but also because of the church.
Regardless, the group had slept little, nor had they stopped to eat properly, subsisting on the food they stored in their inventories. It wasn't awful, but eating ready-to-eat food wasn't the same as resting in front of a fire. It was a brutal regimen, but the results were undeniable.
—[Reidar Miller—Level 379]—
He had climbed twenty-one levels in a week—an absurd pace. He also brought many skills up to 100% proficiency and was almost at tier 38.
He looked at his companions.
—[Lena Merridon—Level 367]—
—[Jake Roberts—Level 352]—
