What came after a Druid's advancement? Ethan had no idea.
In his past life, across four years, he had never once heard of a successful Druid class transition.
Shrugging off the thought, he equipped his God of Slaughter title and flexed his Panther Form, moving with effortless agility.
He shifted between different stances, testing the limits of his body, weaving in and out of movement seamlessly.
At one point, he even started messing around.
Fighting with moves that shouldn't even count as attacks.
Like now—
With a casual flick of his tail, he whipped a player's legs out from under them. The guy crashed to the ground hard, and somehow took damage.
Ethan blinked.
'Wait. That worked?'
Sure, it wasn't much, but that was just a tail swipe!
