[Level Up: 4 → 5.]
(+2 to all stats from Dragonheir bonus. +5 unassigned Stat Points.)
Rudra licked a bit of blood from his knuckle, a wild glint in his eye.
"C'mon! Is that all, you ugly mongrels?!"
Three more rushed him together—different elements flashing.
Wind, water, and fire.
Smart. They were trying to overwhelm him with team tactics.
Rudra's grin widened like a beast tasting blood.
Good.
[War Body: Mirage Veil]
His body became a blur of heat.
Flames shimmered off him, confusing their aim. Illusions danced in the corner of their eyes.
They attacked the wrong images.
By the time they realized—
It was too late.
Rudra ripped through the first one with [War Body: Emberbind], yanking the bird-beast into his burning grasp before snapping its neck like a twig.
