Verity was much stronger than I anticipated. She had been summoned months after I'd been found, and begun my own journey, and had only managed to reach the beginning stages of the seventh level the last time I'd seen her. In the few months since then, she'd climbed an entire level and was now in the beginning stages of eighth.
Her combat had evolved to the point that if I didn't know her soul, I would have questioned whether it was even the same person. She moved with the skill and grace of a veteran soldier, easily weaving between Fable's claws and finding ample opportunity to counterattack. That she'd been able to stand on even ground against Gayron, who had been training nonstop with remnants and demons, was nothing short of miraculous. She might even be better than him with a sword, though she fell behind in power and speed.
