I stood over the corpse, Gravefang still humming with residual void energy, a soft vibration running up my arm like the aftershock of a storm. Smoke rose from the split in Marcus's neck. The smell of charred fabric and scorched blood lingered in the air.
I exhaled, slow and steady, letting the silence settle.
Ding!
The system windows appeared one after another, stacking in rapid succession.
[You have slain one of Drugar's Chosen]
[You have slain one of Drugar's Chosen]
Double confirmation.
The chosen whose name i hadn't bothered to check and now Marcus.
[You have leveled up!]
[You have leveled up!]
A grin tugged at my lips.
[You have received +1 to all base stats]
[You have received +6 stat points]
[You have received 200 skill advancement points]
[You have received 500 skill advancement points]
Seven hundred skill points. That alone was a massive gain.
But then the final lines appeared:
[You have inherited all of the Chosen's skills]
