The silence that followed her departure was heavy, thick with unspoken questions and a lingering sense of unease. Vell stood in the center of the room, the gifts she had bestowed upon him floating silently in the air, mocking him with their presence. He felt drained, exhausted, not just physically, but mentally. The fight, the transformation, the revelation of the clone, and now this… it was all too much to process.
[reward: inventory]
[secondary reward: core manipulation]
'sweet, i have been wanting a skill to store stuff in...but what is core manipulation?' He didn't really care, 'i will figure it out later.'
He looked at the gifts, his gaze lingering on the sword. It pulsed with an energy that resonated with something deep within him, a power he had only recently begun to tap into. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the cool metal of the hilt. The moment he touched it, a jolt of energy surged through his body, making him gasp.
