'As expected…' Max thought silently, his gaze lingering on the fading golden light where the Excalibur had vanished, leaving behind only a deep crater and the silence of awe. 'A Legendary Rank skill… evolved from something as basic as a Common Rank one... It's strength might reach Divine Rank or even surpass it.'
His fingers tightened slightly around the hilt of his sword, not from tension, but from quiet reflection. The strength that Excalibur had just displayed wasn't a fluke—it wasn't just the raw power of a high-ranked ability. No, it was far deeper than that. It was mastery. True, relentless, unfathomable mastery.
Max knew better than anyone that most experts, even the most gifted, rarely ever pushed a single skill beyond level 20. For many, even reaching level 10 was already a feat of talent. But him? He had pushed every skill he had through the Limitbreaker Realm—surpassing level 100, where the system stopped guiding and the path had to be carved by one's own will.
