The Progenitor had been level 250 the last time anyone had a reliable reading. That was almost a year ago, before the portals, before the influx of other planet monsters that had flooded Earth because of this very same man's actions.
The church's own portals had created the perfect hunting ground, and the Progenitor had fed on it. But it wasn't the level in itself that surprised him.
The thing that had once been the Progenitor didn't speak. It didn't acknowledge Jorik. It didn't even look at Reidar with anything resembling intent. Not only that, but it just stood there, its four eyes scanning the battlefield with the focus of a predator cataloguing threats.
The problem was what Reidar was looking at.
