With last time's experience under his belt, the second round of thrall-making went a lot smoother.
A full day later, Ethan finished refining the Winged Clan woman into a thrall and gave her a name: Ava.
The arrogance from before was gone—wiped clean. In its place was the same blank, vacant stare Dopey wore, like the lights were on but nobody was home.
Ava had been noticeably stronger than Rocky even when she was alive. She'd clearly been stuck at peak Tier 29 for a long time, hovering right on the edge of Stage S.
Now that she'd been made into a thrall, she wasn't weaker than Stage S at all. The only possible gap was whatever special reinforcement came from truly stepping into Tier 29.
But thralls didn't feel pain. Their bodies were tougher too. In a real fight, it wasn't even obvious who'd come out on top.
Ethan ran his hands over Ava's body from head to toe, checking everything, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Yeah. Good feel."
