As we made our way back through the tunnel, Daryle carried Misty on his back, her arms wrapped around his neck. She seemed exhausted, likely from the emotional toll of the encounter with all the monsters. I walked beside them, deep in thought about the next steps.
I had made it to level 56 on my first day of training from 20, and I felt stronger, but I was hoping that I would have gotten to 100. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that just making it to level 200 wasn't going to be enough. The two minotaur I had fought had made that clear as day for me.
I had only been 12 levels below them, and it was like we were in another class. Sure, I added skill points to help me win the fight, but if the opponent was over 100 levels stronger than me, that wouldn't work. I needed more
