Arthur's first instinct was to immediately jump into battle but his logic stopped him. The giant man had said he’d need his spear soon, not that he would have to fight him. After all, if the man had wanted to harm him, he could have easily done so while Arthur was indisposed with the lesson cube. True to his expectations, the giant man didn’t strike him, instead reaching out a hand to help Arthur to his feet. “The name's Maverick. Just Maverick,” he said. His hand completely dwarfed Arthur’s own. “And I’m Arthur Ward. What did you mean when you said I’d need my spear soon?”“Exactly that,” Maverick replied, “these mountains are the Anchor’s territory. I can never come here without the bastard sending something after me. We’ll be having company soon.” Cursing, Arthur topped up on his stored healing ether. He was about to offer Maverick the same but reconsidered. Arthur knew nothing of the man besides his name. For all he knew, Maverick was lying about the incoming threat to get him to lower his guard. Still, Mavericks' statement had given him pause. An Anchor was the being at the centremost point of a fallen world's corruption, an avatar of sorts. As much as Arthur had grown over the last few days, he had a long way to go before he felt ready to fight an Anchor. And such a being was personally sending fallen monsters after Maverick. Just who was he?Maverick, Level 279- A man who once served in the court of the Ramos line, he remains uncorrupted, a powerful mage warrior, last bastion of humanity.Highest stat: StrengthWeakness: ???Health: 27,500/27,500Reading the man's description helped Arthur understand why the Anchor took him so seriously. Maverick was (...)