The sky cracked above like shattered glass bleeding black light through its fractured seams. The earth below groaned under the weight of dying monsters and magical power eruption.
In the heart of a collapsed city, amid broken towers and burning winds, Clyde moved like a specter through the chaos.
His footsteps left blackened prints in the ash-streaked ground as the last of the monsters around him screamed and fell. Their bodies broken and dissolving. However, they were not just blood and bone, but something deeper. They have life and power.
That power rushed into him, unseen but undeniable. Then he recived another surge of Exp, another lurch in his soul, then another level gained.
He exhaled slowly as the system chimed and the notification appeared in his vision.
[You reached Level 500!]
It had become a rhythm and natural pattern for him. He would kill, absorb, then raise in power.
