Wesret, Don, and Philip left the mage's room with a dazed expressions.
They continued to hold onto their hands in shock. The power they felt was surreal.
They all had raised their levels by two.
Poor slaves like them could only dream about it.
Slaves don't have this luxury. And even in the dangerous mines they served in, not just the slaves but even the guards were considered expendable. So these slaves could never believe they would one-day scale two levels simultaneously.
In the earlier battle, he had nearly died, and Emeros rushed him and saved them with his stone and spear throws.
With their unwounded form and the fast speed of the imps, even if there would have been a dozen level-one slaves, they would find themselves losing at least two or three persons!
But now, the three slaves not only survived a battle of eleven, they even left the room with their levels increased by two!
