This was the first time Michael had ever encountered an Epic-grade creature so weak.
Normally, a creature's grade reflected the strength of its race, bloodline, abilities, and potential. Even a newly born Epic-grade creature should possess a considerable advantage over ordinary beings that had to start from the bottom.
Yet this skeleton was still only Level Forty-Nine. She had not even crossed into Rank Three.
More astonishingly, she was a Three-Star Epic creature. Was this skeleton perhaps in a weakened state?
Until now, the only Three-Star Epic creatures Michael had personally seen were those under his command. Wisdom. Jester. And soon, Lucky.
Two of them possessed terrifying strength and extraordinary abilities that separated them from ordinary creatures of the same rank. Yet the skeleton before him was different. Her aura was impressive compared to the rest of the settlement, but it was nowhere near what Michael expected from a Three-Star Epic existence.
His eyes narrowed.
