Reidar's mind reeled. Level 83. The number seared into his thoughts like a hot iron. It wasn't just higher—it was a whole other world of power, a gap so vast it might as well have been carved by the gods themselves. He'd fought tough enemies before, but this? This was something else entirely.
Every instinct screamed at him to summon everything he had, to unleash a tide of bone and bestial fury, but he held back. A move made in panic would be his last, and he didn't know if the creatures he had already summoned would be enough. Though Reidar never left his mount.
Even if it was almost forty levels lower than this man, Silas, it was still a large beast, and because of that, it was fast. If he chose to run, staying on the mount was the best thing to do.
