A few minutes later, the three of them—Isaac, Vale, and Priscilla—were ready.
Priscilla had insisted on coming, saying that as Isaac's maid it was her duty to accompany him. She wanted to follow him into the dungeon too.
When Vale asked what rank she was, she replied without hesitation.
"Master rank. Level thirty-eight."
'Only level thirty-eight?' Isaac thought, raising a brow.
That didn't match her strength.
From what he'd seen, if Priscilla and Vale fought, she would defeat him easily.
'She's an apex rank species, and she probably grew to her full potential,' he thought. 'Vale is still being held back because he could never grow to his full potential. That's why she feels stronger despite her lower level.'
The three of them wore reinforced gear—coated masks, layered suits, and environmental filters—to survive outside the city's dome.
The air beyond the walls was poisonous.
