'These beings are on a totally different level from anything I've encountered,' Moon thought, a humbling realization of his weakness.
He'd been like a toad at the bottom of a well, seeing only the small circle of sky above and believing that represented the entire world. He'd overestimated his own strength and underestimated how vast the true power hierarchy in this world actually extended.
He'd thought the Winter Beast was extraordinary. The Three-Armed Mountain Bear had seemed like the pinnacle of what First Sanctuary beasts could achieve—an S-rank threat that required a Base Lord and dozens of awakeners to defeat.
But he'd been terribly, catastrophically wrong.
There existed creatures that could swat him like an annoying fly. Beings so massive and powerful that Moon and Selene navigating through this one's circulatory system was probably as significant to it as bacteria moving through a human's bloodstream—completely unnoticeable and utterly irrelevant.
