As the notification system flickered into view, the numbers began to rise at an increasingly rapid pace.
[Points Accumulated: 1,020...]
[1,500...]
[2,000...]
[2,230...]
The final tally appeared, but Merciless paid little attention. The numbers were insignificant in comparison to what he felt seething inside. His transformation wasn't simply complete; it was calling to him, urging him on.
He could feel his own essence altering, a force from within suggesting that more power awaited him if he surrendered to this evolutionary trance, that all level 5 undergo when they reach this profound stage of immense change.
The points could wait.
The system could wait.
His essence demanded action, a rush of energy rushing through him like a slow but intense fire, kindling every nerve.
Substance, standing a few steps away, sensed the palpable change in the air. She asked, her voice uncertain but hopeful.
"What should we do now that we're here master?"
