Ethan scanned the people gathered around him, his gaze moving methodically from one face to the next.
'Eighteen in total, including myself, and most of them are E and D Rank.'
How could he tell?
Well, it was obvious from the way they carried themselves: uneasy, alert, and not seasoned. There were also a handful of C Ranks among them, more composed, and they were the ones who had called him out.
But there was one who stood out the most.
He was one of the figures who had stepped forward, but he didn't speak. Despite that, his presence alone commanded attention. He was tall and slender, a spear resting easily in his grip like it was an extension of his body.
'He's strong.'
Ethan couldn't see his stats like with beasts, nor could he measure anything directly, but he could feel it.
It was the same with the others.
Strength had a presence, an aura, something instinctive that pressed against your senses.
And that guy's presence?
It was solid.
