Tier 1 classification meant that such creatures were comparable to novice-rank mages in terms of combat capability.
They possessed magical abilities, some intelligence, and survival instincts that made them genuinely dangerous opponents rather than training dummies with claws.
They're not weak by any standards. This would be a real test.
Noah turned toward Lola, who had been observing his beetle massacres with obvious amusement. Her expression suggested she viewed it as entertainment rather than serious combat training.
"Do you think I can handle fireflies at my current strength level?"
Time to get an expert opinion on my actual capabilities. I don't want my new strength to get to my head.
"Hmm...That's a good question."
Lola's ruby eyes studied him for a few seconds, evaluating his experience, wind manipulation skills and overall combat readiness.
She's calculating my survival odds. That's either reassuring or terrifying.
