This fight had been brutal.
Almost all of them died, and two of them actually did.
Tracy…
Bormine…
Kyle took a deep breath as he looked at the corpse of the Late Knight.
'A fucking Late Knight. Fucking crazy,' Kyle thought.
People at this level could move at 300 to 500 kph, which was unimaginably fast for normal people.
Their fastest member, Tracy, had only been able to run at 200 kph max, and she needed to use all of her Ether to push her body to such speeds.
Kyle remembered the destroyed mountain on the peninsula.
Sulfur had done that, and he was "only" in the Early Third Realm.
Kyle also remembered what Theodor had said about Transcendents and the Colossus.
By now, the feats these beings could accomplish didn't seem impossible anymore.
Falk walked over to Kyle and looked at him.
"Everything okay?" he asked with a careful voice.
"Yeah, everything's fine," he said before looking at Tracy's headless corpse. "Well, almost."
