Jax stared at the floating blue text until his eyes burned. He dismissed the combat log, only to summon it again a second later. The string of nines remained perfectly intact, glowing with an arrogant finality.
The number defied the foundational mathematics of Aethelgard entirely. A level one player could not generate that much kinetic force under any known algorithmic circumstances. The system architecture should have collapsed under the weight of the calculation before rendering such a variable.
Kael heavily planted his tower shield into the silver sand. The metallic thud echoed loudly in the newly quiet desert. He used the immense shield to pull his battered body upright. His golden armor was scarred with gray burns from the chaotic aura, but his health bar was completely full. The fifty consecutive level ups had washed away all his fatigue, resetting his physical condition to maximum efficiency.
