Finally, she found her voice. It came out rough, still shaky from everything that had happened.
"Mythical class," she started, pushing herself up slightly so she wasn't lying completely flat, "is the peak. The absolute ceiling a human can achieve in terms of ability ranking."
Her red eyes fixed on Viktor's relaxed face, watching for any reaction.
"Most people awaken abilities at Basic or Competent level. If you train for years—decades even—you might reach Experienced or Expert. Master level is rare. Reserved for individuals who've dedicated their entire lives to perfecting their craft."
She paused, wetting her lips.
"Mythical is beyond that. It's not just skill or training. It's... fundamental. A Mythical class ability warps reality unconventionally." Her voice dropped. "I had scene atleast two mayne people in my life."
Silence.
Then Viktor's voice, still calm, eyes still closed:
"Not just a few."
"...What?"
