The moment he stepped onto the earth, his body hissed with steam, and finally Oblivion's familiar pink mist rapidly enveloped him. A black mantle, tunic and pants formed out of Miasma, similar to the gauntlets when Oblivion took its Wrath Form.
He glanced at the vibrant magenta system panel and narrowed his eyes.
'I see, they've finally become my Savants.'
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[Sin System]
Name: Luka de Babylon
Age: 19
Race: Fallen - Stage One (Metamorphosis)
Level: 4
Class: Lord of Sin (Candidate)
Active Savants: Luvia, Galatea, Gerard, Vaun, Reina
Dormant: Brea, Iris, Furia
[Combat Attributes]
Strength: 23 --> 30
Endurance: 15 --> 20
Dexterity: 15 --> 20 (+2)
Agility: 13 --> 18
Willpower: 20 ( --> 25 (-3)
[Extra Attributes]
Charm: 38
Corruption: 120
BonusPoints: 0
Desire: 757/1000
SinEnergy: 250/250
——
Filled with a burst of energy, he watched the Necromancer silently, preparing himself for battle.
"Don't run." He called out to the pale dark elf.
