Adam continued the grim harvest, consuming the remaining adventurer corpses. However, as he finished, no new system chimes echoed in his mind.
A flicker of disappointment passed through him, but it was quickly smothered by the cold calculus of efficiency. 'The major talents have been absorbed. The rest is just fuel.'
With the immediate area cleared, Adam turned his focus inward, to the substantial reservoir of Skill Points he had accumulated from his rapid leveling. Twelve points glowed with potential. It was time to invest, to sharpen his new tools for the challenges ahead.
His Celestial Calculus swiftly allocated them for maximum combat effectiveness.
First, the new composite skills. The Tempest Fangs promised devastating, multi-target precision. He poured three points into it, feeling the lightning in his veins grow more volatile, the wind more cutting.
[ Tempest Fangs: Lvl 1 -> Lvl 4 ]
