Valarie's surprise was warranted. She had given him a tip to improve his spell, but she didn't really think he would get it right on the first try…
The pair of lips that was technically all that remained of her body was slightly taken aback; however, she quickly regained her composure. She was an elder in Lysithara—she had seen many geniuses in her lifetime. Why should one surprise her, even now in death?
Damon smiled thinly. The mastery mechanic was proving to be more powerful than he expected; its benefits were now tangible.
'I need to add more spells to my arsenal.'
With his new magic bullets forming a gatling, he could no longer focus on suppressing the sound of the shots—but it didn't matter. He was tearing down skeletons like wheat before a scythe.
[You have slain undead]
[You have slain undead]
…
The system chimes continued as his mana slowly drained. Roof tiles shattered. He didn't focus on precise aim—even with his Dead Eye skill giving him laser-point precision.
