The chamber pulsed with stillness.
The coiling tendrils of dark green mana that had once enveloped Asher like a cocoon had fully receded now, drawn back into his bones, his veins, his core. He exhaled, slow and silent, the breath of someone who had stared into an abyss and returned bearing its mark.
Level : 40
Rating Points : 0 / 5,472,500
HP : 227,710 / 227,710
MP : 53,090 / 53,090
STR : 38,902
DEF : 42,542
INT : 36,614
DEX : 17,823
Asher's focus settled on the glowing numbers hovering in his mind—his stats, his soul's echo forged through pain, fury, and relentless will.
Level: 40.
The number glared back at him like a proclamation.
The peak of Soul Tyrant.
A threshold few mortals had ever approached, let alone crossed across eons. Not long ago, the idea of even crossing past Level 34 had felt like a distant fable—something reserved for gods, myths, or the long-dead legends of history.
