Sevrin stared in horror as the High Elder collapsed.
A peak Tier 47 had actually been killed by a Tier 44. He couldn't accept it.
The High Elder was one of the Nivari's true pillars. His death alone was enough to shake the race to its foundations.
Then Sevrin realized he probably wasn't getting out alive either.
His face went ashen.
"I was wrong. I was so wrong... We never should've come here."
But no one was about to give him time to regret his choices.
He had started this fight. Now he had to accept the consequences of losing it.
Under the combined assault of Ethan and the others—and more than a few sneak attacks from Ethan—Sevrin soon met the same end as the High Elder.
Once both were dead, Ethan turned to the Golden Eagle and the other two Outland Beasts.
"How many corpses would you need to reach peak Tier 47?"
"Give me two Tier 47 corpses and one peak Tier 47 corpse, and I can definitely reach peak Tier 47 in a short time," the Golden Eagle said confidently.
