Overwhelming

"The moment I entered this realm, I knew exactly what grade it was," Silas began, his voice low and serious. His words hung in the air like a storm cloud. "The academy didn't send us to a Grade 2 mutant realm like they said. We're in a Grade 5 realm."

The revelation hit the group like a thunderclap. Shock rippled across their faces, draining the color from their expressions.

"We've already encountered lower-grade creatures," Silas continued, his gaze sharp as he studied each member of the group. "But the next ones we run into... they might be Grade 4 or higher. Given our current power levels, our chances of surviving are slim—at best."

A tense silence followed, thick with fear and disbelief. Their eyes turned to Silas, waiting for more, but dreading what he might say next.

"G-Grade 5?" Angelica's voice was barely a whisper, trembling as she stared at him with wide eyes.