Chapter 142: The Lethal Gift
The pristine, reinforced corridors of the Central Core felt completely different to Draven Mordis.
He walked at the head of the Eclipse Hunters. His white military coat drifted silently behind him. His featureless white mask hid a calm, calculating smile. He was no longer just a talented Awakener. He was a Level 100 Warlord.
Draven focused his mind. He silently tested the terrifying limits of his newly awakened power.
[System Skill Active: Seed of Valor - Event Horizon.]
He did not need to snap his fingers or raise his hands. An invisible, conceptual sphere of pure Warlord authority expanded exactly fifty meters in every single direction around his body. The sheer sensory feedback flooding into his brain was staggering, yet his mind processed it with flawless clarity.
Within this fifty-meter radius, Draven was an undeniable god of physics.
