The moment Liam allocated the points, something inside him snapped into place.
A rush of sharpness coursed through every nerve in his body, like his brain had just been wired to perfection.
His senses expanded.
His limbs felt lighter, more responsive, as if time itself had slowed down for everything but him.
Agility: 188.
It was more than just speed—it was perception, reflex, timing, precision, coordination.
There was a reason he didn't dump the points into strength or endurance.
He wasn't losing this fight because he wasn't powerful.
He was losing because these bastards were too fast, too coordinated. His reactions, his ability to read and respond—it just wasn't enough before.
But now?
Now it was different.
The moment Liam opened his eyes again, they gleamed with new clarity.
In the blink of an eye, he moved.
To Lana, watching from a distance, it was like he disappeared in a gust of wind. Even the firelight struggled to catch his blur of motion.
BOOM!
