Sylas' tail swayed once.
BANG!
The lake of blood shook, a violent wave rising into the air beneath the shocking force.
Sylas' Physical didn't just increase by +4000 like he thought it might. After crossing into the Essence Mastery barrier, he shot up to a full +6000, a doubling of the last increase to his Physical stats.
Standing there now, his own stats also approached and crossed 10 000.
He was no longer so small.
The pain seemed to fuel him, his blood becoming wisps of black that fused into his armor, subtly increasing his stat output all the more.
As though feeding on his injuries, the armor became redder, darker, stronger.
Without even meaning to, Sylas tapped into a power that should have only been available at the Mastery of the third layer.
And then he roared.
It didn't sound like a human at all. His voice layered, fierce winds billowing out of him.
