Level 10: (0/1000 Dungeon Points)
A slew of notifications blinked before Aurelian as the last demonic black blade pierced through the skull of a four-ter goblin. Its massive body collapsed lifelessly.
Before the beast, and the rest of the fallen could dissipate into streams of energy, Aurelian’s gaze sharpened. With a thought, more blades materialized, fifteen in total, each cloaked in a dark hue so heavy it made the air sizzle.
"Vortex of Doom," he muttered.
Instantly, the blades whirled into a circular formation above the corpses. With a rippling force, they expanded outward to a fifteen-ter radius, emitting a terrifying suction that dragged everything within a hundred ters toward them.
He smirked as the sight unfolded. He had found a middle ground with this ability, one that let him take without losing.
If he devoured living beasts, he’d gain attributes that could surpass regular leveling. But then his level would stagnate, and if he rembered correctly, the being deep within his soul had warned him: he needed to reach SSS-rank before it could fully awaken.
That brief encounter still haunted him...the promises, the mysteries. He needed more answers.
On the other hand, not using the Vortex of Doom at all was wasteful. That thought had sparked an experint: What about slain beasts instead of live ones?
The results were what he was witnessing now.
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