Sylas felt a flicker come from his Luck before it happened. Then the warning hit him in one wave after another as though something had initially blocked them but then began to crumble quickly.
Was it some sort of Luck-blocking method? Sylas had no idea, and he also didn't have time to figure out what it was because it was already coming.
A bearman standing three meters tall had appeared before him. Its muscles practically had muscles, and its head and chilling blue eyes made him feel as though the head of an Arctic Emperor Bear had been transplanted onto its shoulders.
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[Akun (FF)]
[Level: 11]
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[Physical: 13.11]
[Mental: 17.03]
[Will: 33.11]
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The stats made Sylas' pupils constrict. If he converted it, wasn't this bearman's Will over 33,000? That was almost double his own.
BANG!
A staff manifested in the hands of the bearman, the orb of blue on the end of it suddenly swirling with blades of ice as though an odd, omnidirectional drill of sharpness.
