I started chuckling to myself. The possibilities were endless. A skill that could streamline everything: circulation, condensation, reinforcement of the Essence generated by my Generator Core.
My lips curled up as the chuckles grew louder.
And then, another beam shot through the air.
Pain lanced through my right shoulder, jerking me back a step. I looked down at the smoldering hole, flesh burned, blood sizzling.
And I laughed.
Full-on, unhinged laughter.
"This is it. This is the path to the Mythic class."
My laughter grew louder as I let myself go in the moment.
Essence flooded my body. My right arm trembled, but I lifted it anyway.
My Psynapse flared.
"Blazing Sfera."
The sphere formed just above my palm, spinning faster than ever before, blazing with restrained fire. Flame coiled inward, condensed, a miniature sun gathering in front of my eyes.
I kept laughing, ignoring the pain, the fatigue, the pulsing heat of the dome around me.
