CH30 – Silhouettes of Power
Two more weeks passed in much the same rhythm as before — sleep, wake, feed Emily, exchange a few words, sleep again — until finally the notification Arlott had been waiting for flashed across his vision.
[ IP Threshold Reached: 50,000 ]
He sat up so fast he nearly cracked his skull against the headboard.
"Finally," he muttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before pulling up the marketplace with an eagerness he hadn't felt in weeks.
The screen expanded before him, rows upon rows of items and skills stretching out in organized categories, most of them still locked behind level requirements or IP costs far beyond his current reach.
But not everything.
Arlott's eyes scanned down the list, lingering on a few particular entries that had been taunting him for months now, always just out of financial reach.
Not anymore.
He hovered his finger over the first option, a slow grin spreading across his face.
[ Confirm Purchase? ]
[ Yes ]
