The next morning, Setsuna lazily climbed out of bed. She opened her bleary eyes and saw a leaf drifting past the distant windowsill, morning dew glistening on it, crystal-clear and bright. Bursts of birdsong came from outside the window.
Only then did her thoughts slowly return as she looked around the room.
At the same time, she sensed the realm that had not improved in so long. She was no longer the same person she had once been.
Although Setsuna had only just broken through to Tier 3, her prior accumulation of experience had brought her straight to Level 36 upon her breakthrough—the middle stage of Tier 3.
After all, she had been stuck there for far too long. If not for the limits of her talent, she should have reached Tier 4 long ago.
Everything was still in time. She was still young and had not wasted too much time. If she had only found the chance to break through when she was old, then no matter how hard she tried, there would have been no hope left.
And although her strength was only at the middle stage of Tier 3, her naturally superior base attributes meant she already possessed the strength to fight Tier 4 opponents.
Even in terms of combat experience, she was not lacking.
"Setsuna... Setsuna can finally take revenge!"
Setsuna raised her right hand. The next second... ice covered her entire arm, forming a terrifying gauntlet of frost, far more frightening than the ice hand she had used before.
Even against a fully armed human army, Setsuna, who possessed Tier 4 combat strength, could slaughter to her heart's content!
As long as she returned to the tribe in time and stopped those Empire soldiers.
And all of this came from that Hero's "gift."
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