Chapter 285: The Only Way
If Berserker had been available, Han might have stood a chance. He could almost see it: blood-burning rage, raw strength tearing limits apart. He had sworn never to touch that path again, not after Serenya. But the skill was locked, gray on his screen, out of reach. Maybe it needed the same consuming fury that had unlocked it before, and maybe he could never force that fire again. There was no time to figure it out.
So he did the only thing left.
After swallowing a restoration pill and feeling the shards in his body knit, Han walked forward. Calm. Composed. Dead serious.
"If I can't access Berserker," he said, voice flat, "I'll use this."
He called the names like an oath. "Ifrit. Thunderwrath."
