The last wet snap of Gartok's neck still echoed in the humid air of the sewer. Leo stood over the massive bleeding corpse, as he was covered in a disgusting cocktail of thick Zarthian blood, and bits of their flesh that had splattered onto his coat.
[DING!]
[Level Up!]
[Level 18 ➔ Level 19]
Suddenly, a blinding golden light erupted from Leo's naval as it wrapped around his body like a warm blanket. It was a gentle glow of restorative energy.
The gash on his arm from the dog beastman's teeth closed instantly, the deep ache in his ribs from Gartok's six-armed assault vanished.
Leo rolled his shoulders, feeling the stiffness in his muscles relax. He felt lighter, faster, and significantly stronger as the fatigue that had been dragging at his heels was gone, replaced by a refreshed, sharp alertness.
"Aiva," Leo muttered, wiping a smear of blood from his eyelid, "Show me the stats."
[With pleasure, Master. You look quite the charming one.]
