When Anon descended the series of steps, from the inner portion of his wrist, go up his palm, and to the space between his middle and ring finger, and half of the backside of his hand, there was an exquisite tattoo that had altered Anon's aura.
His eyes reflected a colder light, and carried a sharper glint than before.
Glancing at his hand, he thought, 'Importantly, there is no principle more suited for this spear than another. It all comes down to one's mastery over the spear. As a master of the staff, transitioning to the spear should not be too difficult, and at the same time, will allow me to master the spear more quickly.'
Anon glanced at the accessory on his wrist.
There was a number displayed on it.
2,700.
He had completely devoured the merit points he had only just acquired.
But this was to be expected.
