Michael's vision cleared as the golden particles of the slain Hunter faded away into nothing.
A crisp notification flashed across his panel.
[+1 Attribute Point to All Stats]
His chest rose and fell in a slow breath. But inwardly, a small sigh of relief escaped him.
So I was right.
The rules for Freemen had been clear: Each Hunter slain grants +1 to all attributes. But clarity didn't always mean certainty.
He had gambled on the participant's role, and his gamble had paid off.
The corner of his mouth tugged faintly.
Michael dismissed the panel and raised his eyes again to the terrain.
Like the others, he had a map. It hung before him in faint, translucent light. But unlike the Hunters or the Hunted, his was almost blank. No golden trails. No crimson dots. Just the vague outline of the cliffs and ridges around him.
Freemen were blind apparently.
