Marcus stood on the edge of a breakthrough. Level 30 was close enough that he could almost feel it, just a thin barrier separating him from a far brighter future within Dominion, one that promised better gear, stronger enemies, and real influence in the wider game world.
He summoned his Mount, the Nightmare Dragon Steed, and tore across the open terrain until he reached the hunting grounds where Level 30 Tigers roamed. With a thought, he called out his Shadow-Stained Gryphon King to join him, unsheathed his Skeleton Blade, and threw himself into the final stretch of grinding with renewed focus.
Mounted atop the Nightmare Dragon Steed, Marcus charged straight into the pack. He rotated through skills and movement techniques almost reflexively, pushing himself to see how far the system would let him go. The sensation was disturbingly real. The world no longer felt like a game interface wrapped around numbers and animations; it felt like a living fantasy realm.
