He held his palm gently. Garen used his enhanced physical control to detect changes, but did not feel as if his strength had increased.
Garen looked at his attribution pane again doubtfully, and sure enough, his strength had already reached the 6.66 mark. There were no further changes to the number, and it remained firmly at that point.
He reached his arm outwards and leaned against a long ashen coloured bench on the roadside, grasping it tightly.
Suddenly, he felt a hot sensation travelling quickly throughout his right arm from ring finger. His entire right arm began to warm up, as if he was soaking himself in a hot spring.
Crunch!
A cracking noise sounded in the air even though he did not lean heavily on the bench, as the wood broke and turned into dust in a blink of an eye, and dispersed in the wind.
