In a room, Cristian sat on a bed with crossed legs. He wore nothing except for his pants. His heart's undulations were slow, deep and quite intimidating, primarily because of the color.
Taking a deep breath, a fire ring mixed with decay formed around him.
When he inhaled, the fire reduced, and when he exhaled, it flared up. With his eyes closed, he located the table with his senses and made them levitate.
His telekinesis was too weak to suspend large earth balls, lift boulders, or halt a barrage of arrows from a troop of archers.
Since level fifty, he has been accumulating his free stats points, while his soul points automatically go to the skill he desired.
Dumping all 100 free stats into Will, Cristian grunted at the changes going on in his brain.
It felt uncomfortable, but after a few seconds, it stopped. 'That wasn't comfortable, not in the slightest.'
