Arthur let out a quiet breath and closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again and read the interface slowly from top to bottom.
Intent Weave.
The name alone told him a lot.
"This isn't brute force," he murmured. "It's authority."
He tilted his head back against the wall, staring at the high ceiling of the training hall as his thoughts drifted to past fights. The skeletons that rushed him without pause. The kobolds that lunged in packs. The boss monster that relied on momentum and size to overwhelm him.
If he had this skill then, the fight would have changed completely.
Charges would have broken early.
Leaps would have lost power.
Formations would have collapsed before they reached him.
Arthur smiled faintly.
"And it stacks with everything else I do."
That was the important part.
This skill did not replace his style.
It completed it.
