Narg back straightened slightly, anticipation settling around him like a cloak.
He was ready.
And so was I.
I opened my stats and pulled up [Skill Share], my finger hovering over the list of abilities for a moment before selecting the one I intended to give him… and then selecting Narg as the recipient.
The system chimed immediately.
Ding!
[Would you like to share the skill: Deathroot with Narg?]
My heart skipped once — not out of fear, but out of the weight of what that choice meant.
Yes, I do, I thought.
But not here.
Not inside my room.
Dribb's transformation alone had nearly turned the place into a furnace. If his flames had been a little hotter, I'd be sleeping under a tree tonight. And that was fire — predictable, in its own destructive way.
Deathroot was different.
Life-drain. Corruption. Ink that could eat through armor, rot flesh, and tear at the essence of a living being.
If that power flared out uncontrollably inside this room…
