Once that thought crossed Cael's mind, he immediately found it very plausible.
What if he created a skill that transferred pain and damage to someone else, particularly to his clones?
That way, he could use Mana Sovereignty without suffering backlash.
He also recognized a major problem: mana consumption.
All of his combat skills, the ones he relied on most, consumed enormous amounts of mana.
Adding another skill to the list would only make the issue worse.
'I need to reach [Gold].'
'It will be a major leap. And I can feel it. I am close to achieving [Silver 3].'
It had only been three weeks since he broke through to [Silver 2], yet he could already feel his bottleneck loosening.
The progress was faster than he had anticipated.
A wry smile appeared on Cael's face. He reached over and pressed the call button beside his bed.
The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the healing inscriptions along the walls. Outside, footsteps echoed in the hallway, distant and unhurried.
