Lucien felt it.
Even though the ring hadn't finished absorbing the energy, his mind and strength was already becoming sharper. Frighteningly so.
He glanced down at his hand as the buildup surged.
His thoughts raced.
'The Gargoyle Ring made me durable and let me conjure wings at will… but this one…'
He didn't know what ability the Goblin Ring would grant. But the sheer buildup alone told him it was something formidable.
Just then—
The Goblin Ring pulsed violently. Veins of gold crawled across its surface.
From within, an ancient goblin silhouette of pure light broke free. Its staff glowed. Then—
It dove straight into Lucien. His slime form glowed.
And suddenly, Lucien's vision shifted.
The world twisted.
Lines of fate bent and danced before him. He could sense weak points in the enemies' attacks, fractures in their coordination, flaws in their overwhelming strength.
Lucien grinned.
He now understood what this ring had given him.
