The entire volcanic crater was now drenched in blood, steam rising in great hissing plumes where crimson rain met molten rock. The battlefield had become an infernal vision—a canvas of fire, smoke, and gore, like the heart of hell itself had opened.
"Time to see how much power I've accumulated from that assassin fight, huh…?"
Lucian smiled, blood trickling down his cheek and dripping from his jawline, his face a mix of pain and exhilaration. He extended one arm forward, fingers twitching slightly with surging energy.
"System."
[Yes?]
"Auto-invest all points for me, will you?"
The system chimed—a soft, crystalline tone—and vanished just as quickly. There was no visible change. No grand transformation. But Lucian felt it in every fiber of his being—his muscles tensed with newfound strength, his magic coiled tighter and hotter within him, and his mind sharpened like a blade under pressure. Everything about him felt faster, harder, more dangerous.
"Let me join in the fun."
