The glimmer across Berreta's armor intensified, flowing like liquid light through every seam and joint. The flickering crimson and obsidian channels stabilized, locking into a synchronized pattern that pulsed with her heartbeat.
Adaptive Shell — Full Conversion Achieved.
Berreta inhaled sharply, feeling the shift.
The endless debuffs crashing into her body were no longer dragging her down.
She adapted, and they inverted.
Every curse became clarity.
Every weakness became a potency.
Every corrosive weight became raw, surging strength.
The Dreadolons lunged.
Berreta stepped.
The first monster to touch her,
A mass of rotating bone-maws,
Exploded on impact, thrown back by the sheer rebound of her converted stats.
The second, a hovering mantle of black eyes,
was torn apart by the weaving wind pressure from her Katana's swings.
Lily blinked once. Eyes sparkling. "Now it will be fun."
