They kept fighting without pause, killing monster after monster as the jungle roared and shook around them.
Every kill they managed to got released a faint trail of essence that spiraled into their bodies like drifting sparks, and the fighters felt the subtle but undeniable shift inside themselves.
Their muscles tightened with new strength, their breaths grew deeper and steadier, and their reactions became sharper.
Their senses expanded, their Magic stirred more easily, and their movements flowed with growing confidence.
Their attack felt a little lighter. Each impact felt a little heavier. This Level 2 was shaping them piece by piece.
Aurdis fought near the edge of the platform, her blades of lightning carving clean arcs through the swarm. But her gaze kept drifting upward between her movements.
Erend floated far above with Eccar and Aesa, a dark silhouette framed by a pair of Dragon wings.
