Father Hugo appeared in the doorway, towering and dark, his eyes glowing a sickly yellow that barely lit the shadows around his face.
Stark used [Perception] immediately, the details of Father Hugo's stats flooding his mind.
[Name: Father Hugo, Moonscorch Commander (Immortal)]
[Level: 600]
[HP: 8,000,000]
[Strength: 34,127]
[Stamina: 17,853]
[Speed: 8,632]
[Defense: 37,249]
[Skills: Correction Smash, Divine Wrath, Holy Bind, Redemption Beam, Aura Suppression, Soul Cleaver, Sacred Ground, Iron Fist, Celestial Judgment (Mythical), Punishment, Blessed Chains (Mythical), Salvation's Edge, Abyssal Silence (Mythical), Test of Faith (Godly), Penitent's Fury, Martyr's Barrier (Godly), Return to Sender (Immortal)]
...
Stark swallowed.
"He's level six hundred…" he already knew that, but the stats and skills looked too powerful for his taste.
And he had an [Immortal] level skill, which is the highest rank.
