The battlefield did not slow.
Void creatures continued advancing in relentless waves, bodies stacking and pressing inward as if they felt the shift before he fully understood it. Trafalgar cut through another humanoid, pivoted, and split a hound that lunged at his flank.
Another line surfaced.
[Requirements for Riftborn Feast fulfilled. Sufficient strength accumulated.]
His eyes narrowed.
'Sufficient strength?'
He stepped forward and drove Maledicta through a void torso, ripping it free in the same motion.
'Because I killed enough Rift creatures?'
The words did not vanish.
He had always assumed Riftborn Feast was a passive growth mechanic—incremental, almost symbolic. A slow accumulation that would matter over years.
A new notification appeared over the chaos.
[Riftborn Feast (Passive) has evolved into Riftborn Devourer (Passive).]
He cut downward again, severing an arm that reached for his shoulder.
'What?'
