Felix had expected a large amount of increases, but it was always surprising to see them scroll by his eyes. He'd even managed to Tier up another Skill...but that was a mixed blessing. While Ravenous Tithe added a significant boost to his physical stats, he couldn't help but notice its other effect.
Bloodline Progression is 80%
It's still rising. Just like I feared. He still had touches of the Maw within him, and likely always would. Ravenous Tithe, Voracious Eye, and What Dwells Beneath. Unless...unless he wanted to sunder those Skills; he'd managed to do it with the Larval Ravager's essence, perhaps--
No.
No they had to kill the Domain Core next. How could he manage to sunder not one but three different Skills without dying and dooming the entire city? Which meant he had to risk his Bloodline Progression reaching 100%. And whatever might come after that.
Felix watched the others talk and begin tweaking their own interfaces. Vess had hit level 35 and Evie had made it to 38, somehow. He had been surprised to hear they had battled their way across the Revenant horde, carrying Pit, trying to reach him after he'd been assaulted by Okar. Their advancement even impressed Atar, who was still sitting at level 34. The lowest leveled among them, aside from Pit at 29, was Alister at level 31. All of them had enjoyed a significant bump in their Skill levels as well.
War was good for them, screwed up as Felix found the sentiment.
The conversation among them was subdued and quiet, but Felix was happy to hear some jokes out of Evie. So was Vess, who snorted at a particularly ribald one Felix only half heard. It'd been rough, what they'd just endured, and regardless of its benefits, a battle like that could really mess someone up. Felix himself felt stretched thin. The fight against the Spawn and Revenants had lasted so long, and then he had taken on the Larval Ravager itself. Alone.
"You have ten minutes. Then we move," Harn said from the battlement nearby. He was watching the way they had come; where Lilian and Dabney had gone.
Felix roused himself from his thoughts. They had fought, he had survived. That was all there was to it.
Status.
Health:
984/1150
Body: Seed of the Unchained Mountain
Mind: Godeater
Spirit: Dawnwalker
Stamina:
1155/1155
Mana:
3843/3843
STR:
200
PER:
205
VIT:
240
END:
227
INT:
336
WIL:
604 (755)
AGL:
188
DEX:
190
Harmonic Stats
RES:
122
INE:
237
AFI:
90
REI:
92
ALA:
178 (210)
His stats had reached new highs, despite the hit they'd just taken due to his evolved Skills and lost Formation. His Willpower was especially ridiculous. It had jumped nearly three hundred points! His others were far behind, the two next closest being his Intelligence and Vitality.
His two new Titles went a long way toward boosting his capability. What would happen if all of his Primary Stats were over two hundred? He had passed the First Threshold back when he hit 100 in all his Primary Stats before level 50. Would that happen again? Would he hit the Second Threshold, whatever that was?
One way to find out. Felix took his remaining twenty bonus points and divided them up among his two lowest stats: Agility and Dexterity. Both shot up to two hundred, and another rush of System power flowed into his core fire and back out to his Body...but there was nothing else.