Leira's lips curled into a feral grin, her fangs glinting under the dim dungeon light. The ground beneath her hissed, cracks forming as if recoiling from her presence.
"You're an interesting one," she purred, tilting her head, her voice a silken threat. "Most people die when I tear out their heart."
Ash rolled his shoulders, electricity crackling along his fingertips,
Power hummed in his veins, arcs of lightning snapping between his limbs, the energy restless and violent.
He exhaled sharply, his expression unreadable.
"You talk too much."
And then—he moved.
During his body reformation, he had gained something unexpected from the Rune of Knowledge—something not mentioned in the novel.
He had read as many books as possible from the library: books about mana theory, the basics of magic, and many more.
He had experimented with various ways to use mana, drawing inspiration from novels, imagination, and other sources.
