Sylas watched in silence from above.
There was something particularly violent about Cassarae's style of combat. It didn't seem to have any skill involved at all.
A perpetual glow of blue hung around her, billowing like evaporating sweat. Every time she swung her sword, scythes of energy would spread out.
If there was anything that was particularly impressive, it was her stamina and recovery. Often, she just needed a breath or two before she was back at it, ready to go for another several hours.
It left Sylas wondering, though… why didn't this Class have many skills? And why did it remind him so much of something he felt tinkering around inside of him?
There was one more enormous change to his stat screen that Sylas seemed to have overlooked. But the reality was that he didn't know what to make of it.
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[Comprehensions: … Mixed Demonic Arts (???]
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