[Bonus chapter thanks to TheAuthor137 :) Fuck you]
Nosphaleen sank into the turbid waters, taking deep breaths to calm her heart. She protected Sylas' body in a vacuum of water at her back, her gaze becoming gloomier and gloomier.
The good news? These Sanctums hadn't brought their full slate of people. Each of them only had about 100 warriors or so.
The bad news? Each one of these 100 warriors could have probably done what she did to the 033 Sanctum.
She couldn't even begin to read their stats, but she could feel their Wills from here. Thanks to Sylas, she had learned how to gauge strength through this sensory information as well, and it wasn't any good at all.
These were people who made even Authrione feel average, and by that she meant the fact that Authrione would just be one of their number—a follower amongst the group that was led by a handful of elites who could probably take him out after a few exchanges.
