Ray thought as he stared at the list of five skills.
This wasn't a choice about how to fight a mini-game; it felt like a choice about who he was going to be for the duration of this twisted trial.
A cold sweat broke out on his brow as he thought about the woman who had been burned alive, her screams still echoing in his mind.
He read the first skill, Holy Vow. The words "faint holy aura" and "weakens night-creatures" were new to him.
This wasn't a skill he would have found in the normally. It was a skill unique to this place, to this kind of fight.
He considered it for a moment. He had no real experience with "holy" abilities, but the idea of a skill that could evolve and weaken his enemies just by being near them was appealing.
It felt safe, versatile, and different from anything he already had.
If he could survive and make it his own, it could prove invaluable in the outside world, where night-creatures like zombies were a constant threat.
