As August regained his balance in mid-air, he took a moment to assess the chaotic battlefield around him, the remnants of his shattered Storm Dragon Shield still crackling with residual energy. His brow furrowed slightly and he reflected on the sheer power of the lightning bolt that had just struck; it had been unlike anything he had faced before. The force of it had not only overwhelmed his shield but had also sent him careening backward. It was definitely no ordinary attack like it appeared.
"Rhea," he thought, his mind racing, "what was the power level of that lightning bolt?"
Rhea's voice rang in his mind, calm yet analytical.
[The power of that lightning bolt exceeds that of early first rank and is likely closer to mid-first rank levels. The Zephyr Beast you are facing possesses strength commensurate with a mid-first grade beast, rather than the early first grade of the Shadowfang Panther you just fought.]
August nodded inwardly, the pieces clicking into place.
