Levi POV
I first stepped onto the battlefield a decade ago.
Not even a month had passed since my graduation from the academy.
I was full of hope and aspiration—
to be one of the chosen humans… to carry the weight of their world.
Back then, the rifts were still alien to us, but maybe because of that we greatly overestimated them.
I… including an old friend of mine, thought as graduates of one of the best academies around, that we were prepared to face anything.
Turns out, we weren't.
To sum up my experience in one word—
it would be Dread.
I was twenty-two back then, only a few months after I made a name for myself by singlehandedly slaying an A-rank beast.
The prime of my life, yet in comparison to a mana beast… those abominations from the abyss weren't only intelligent—no, they adapted.
In a single night, half of all the graduates sent to handle a minimum-rank Rift in one of the Eastern cities were annihilated.
What did that, we never knew.
