"Awakened, Eighth Stage..."
Linsey gazed into the distance, his expression more solemn than ever.
A battle of this caliber gave off the feeling of being in an entirely different dimension.
First came the scale.
The commotion caused by their clash was like a supervolcano erupting across the land. In addition to violent earthquakes, the billowing ash blotted out the sky and affected the entire world.
Then there was the quality of the source material.
At this level, the quantity of source material had actually lost all meaning.
Skills underwent a transformation on the conceptual level, changing from illusory self-skills into tangible causal influences. This leap was even more distant than the gap between swords and firearms!
"..."
After watching for several seconds, Linsey's brow furrowed tightly.
He had encountered something similar before.
That had been in the Seven Seas Alliance, when he and Wala Wala had eliminated the remnants of an Eighth Stage Fallen Artist. Only then had he witnessed anything close to this.
The same outrageous gap. The same despair.
When Linsey had previously imagined fighting an Eighth Stage enemy, he had used that as the basis for his calculations.
But now that this scene had fully unfolded before his eyes—
Other than using Strange Matter to destroy the entire world and force a mutual death with his opponent—
It seemed difficult for any other weapon to find a use.
Even setting foot on the battlefield of two Eighth Stage powerhouses was already a massive, potentially fatal risk for Linsey.
"From the Seventh Stage to the Eighth Stage."
"The difference in this single rank is more outrageous than all the previous ranks combined."
Linsey racked his mind.
At that moment, the little messenger parrot on his shoulder seemed to notice something. It leaned close to his ear and whispered: