"You forced me to use ten soul points. Points I didn't plan on burning so soon," Silas's voice was eerily calm, but beneath the surface, his intent was lethal. His eyes glinted in the dim light as he took slow, deliberate steps forward. "Now, you're going to help me replenish them. And I'll gain some attributes while I'm at it."
The man blinked, confusion flashing across his features. "Soul points? What the hell are you—"
Before he could finish, Silas advanced. There was no point in explaining. He kept walking, each step landing with purpose, his presence growing more menacing with every second.
"Dammit! I'm not sticking around for this!" the crafter shouted, spinning on his heel in panic. He bolted for the exit, his feet pounding against the ground in desperation. But his breath caught in his throat, and his heart sank as he turned to see Silas already standing behind him, blocking his path. The speed was unimaginable.
