Jorik was not a fool, and he knew his limits. At level 440, he was one of the strongest humans on Earth, strong enough to fight most things the apocalypse had thrown at humanity and win. But Reidar was in a different category entirely, and that had been the case even before the man had gone through the portal.
The gap between them wasn't just levels—it was the army. The trait. The perks. The skills that allowed Reidar to turn a single summoning skill into something that could flatten a city.
But Jorik was not planning to fight Reidar directly. That was not what he did, and it had never been what he did.
Jorik fought with plans, with positioning, and with knowledge of how people thought and what they feared. Direct combat was for people like Aaron or Silas. He was different.
