Advancing in class level was always the greatest gain a Legendary professional could obtain, and now Punk had, unsurprisingly, gained exactly that.
Yes, on his flight back to the Faerun plane from the distant divine kingdom of the God of Hurricane, after experiencing no fewer than three major battles in a short span of time, "Whisper of Destruction" had reached level thirty-five... And level thirty-five was undoubtedly a crucial watershed, because a Soul Level of thirty-five meant that a Legendary powerhouse had gained the qualifications to climb toward the higher realm of Morningstar. Perhaps that was destined to be a long and difficult process, but any ambitious Legendary professional had reason to seriously consider where their path should lead next upon reaching level thirty-five.
Excitement was excitement, but reality would never be as beautiful and smooth as ideals. No matter what, advancing to Morningstar was no easy matter. To reach that realm, the enormous gaps in resources and knowledge would require a Legendary powerhouse to spend an unknown amount of time filling them.
It was foreseeable that every subsequent class-level advancement would become significantly more difficult, while those troublesome hurdles could only be supported by the inevitably scarce magical resources available. This required rational Legendary powerhouses to carefully calculate every resource in their hands and make every moment count... That was why, upon reaching the edge of the Faerun plane, Punk had already reined in his joy and entered a mode of cautious contemplation.
There was no telling when the Chairman's mission would begin, but considering that he had said "a very long wait" as a Blazing Sun Throne who had lived for who knew how many years, it would not be strange at all if hundreds of thousands of years separated the end of the last mission from the