By the time the sun cleared the eastern rim of the valley, Northern had stopped reading the messages.
They had not stopped coming. They scrolled past behind his eyes in a steady, silent stream, the same few lines over and over, slain and gained, slain and gained, Devil and Catastrophe, eighteen and twelve. Every so often a third line slipped in among them.
[Echo acquired: Devil Destroyer - Forest Hunter]
He let them run. He could add them up later.
[Tempest's Cadence: Tier 5]
The Cadence had stopped climbing a little after dawn. It did not seem to go any higher than five, not for a Sage, or at least not for the part of the talent this body could reach. But five was enough. At five, the two black blades in his hands moved faster than his own eyes could follow, so he let Flow Perception and the Cadence do the work together while he simply watched and kept his feet moving.
