Cain sucked in a deep breath.
As his thoughts whirled around, he kept the breath in his lungs for a while, then he exhaled slowly.
This was a breathing exercise to better his control...
He was more or less a jack of all trades, not fitting into a single category.
He could cast spells like a mage-type, heal himself and others like a healer, could use long range attacks like a Ranger and gunslinger, could tank a lot of heavy hits like a bruiser, and could deal a crap ton of damage as a regular fighter.
His armory comprised of several types of weapons and armor which he could utilize.
His skills, spells, and abilities were all varied as well.
Even the {Divine Essence of Metallurgy}, which in essence, wasn't a combat skill, reflected his nature;
Ever shifting, never conforming to a standard.
The {Divine Essence of Metallurgy} showed the presence of change in something that could be rigid, after all.
He paused his all over the place thoughts for a moment,
