If someone were to ask what level it was, it would be extremely difficult to explain the kind of energy it was.
It was simply the sense of presence or perhaps the value of the vessel it held.
Or maybe it was the realization they had built up over time.
As a martial artist, one could describe these things as layers upon layers stacked like a tower.
"…But this is different."
The aura and atmosphere of those beings called Masters were something entirely different, something vastly greater.
They couldn’t even be considered human, and yet they were something greater while still being able to lose.
