Adrian closed his eyes, feeling the surge of draconic energy pulse through him. It was a sensation like no other—a mixture of intense heat and raw power, as though a dormant volcano within him had finally erupted.
The air around him grew heavy, the volcanic terrain amplifying the energy spiraling out of control. Lava streams nearby bubbled and hissed, reacting to the sheer force emanating from his body.
He gritted his teeth as the System's voice echoed in his mind.
"Host, your draconic bloodline will begin resonating with the mana in this environnt. The second-class ascension process will begin now. Brace yourself and try not to lose your consiousness."
The energy condensed within him, forming a blazing sphere at the center of his core. Adrian's muscles tensed as his veins glowed faintly, pulsating with light. His entire being was undergoing a tamorphosis.
Suddenly, the pressure grew unbearable, and Adrian dropped to one knee, his blade embedding itself into the scorched ground to support him.
The ground beneath him cracked, molten energy leaking through the fissures. His draconic aura expanded violently, creating shockwaves that shook the surrounding volcanic zone.
Sweat dripped down his forehead as he fought to stay conscious.
His mind was flooded with visions—ancient dragons soaring through endless skies, their roars shaking the heavens; spellblades carving through legions of enemies with unparalleled precision; and shadows engulfing battlefields, leaving nothing but silence in their wake.
Each vision felt like a trial, testing his resolve. Adrian gritted his teeth, refusing to falter.
"I won't be broken," he growled, forcing himself to stand. The energy spiraling inside him grew hotter, wilder.
It was as though the very essence of his being was being rewritten, reforged in the fires of his determination.
Then, everything stopped.
For a brief mont, there was only silence. Adrian stood motionless, the stillness around him almost deafening.
Then, a booming sound erupted from his core, like the roar of a thousand dragons. A blinding light engulfed him, forcing him to shield his eyes.
When the light dimd, Adrian found himself standing in a strange void. The space was filled with shimring stars and flowing streams of energy, each representing different paths.
The voice of the System echoed once again, calm and authoritative.
"Host, congratulations on reaching Level 50. You now have the opportunity to choose your second class. Alternatively, you may upgrade your current class, evolving the Draconian Spellblade to a higher tier. The choice is yours."
Adrian's eyes scanned the ethereal void, his breath steady as he absorbed the magnitude of the mont. Each star and flowing stream of energy represented a potential future—a path he could take to solidify his legacy. But he wasn’t one to rush decisions, especially one as monuntal as this.
“System,” Adrian said, his voice calm but commanding, “before I make any decisions, show the options. Both for evolving my current class and for choosing a new second class.”
The System responded imdiately, its tone unchanging, yet carrying an air of importance.
"Understood, Host. Displaying options now."
Evolved Class:
Draconian Spellblade
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