Each one is Tier 5.
Each one radiates an overwhelming elemental presence that makes even the barrier hum in warning.
The first sigil blazes gold-red with roaring heat:
"Tier 5 Skill — Solar Break."
A sunlike orb begins forming at its center, pulsing violently with compressed fire and light. The very air around it distorts.
The second sigil crackles with chaotic arcs of white-blue lightning:
"Tier 5 Skill — Thunder Crown."
Bolts flicker outward, coiling around Alix's body like living serpents, his aura flashing with electrical rage.
The third—
Dark green and earthen, its center swirling with gravity-defying shards of stone and crystal:
"Tier 5 Skill — Gaia's Edge."
The ground trembles beneath them as jagged spears of earth rise silently, poised to strike at command.
Alix doesn't say a word.
He just looks at Lathar.
The commander stares at the three sigils—his jaw tight, sweat rolling down his brow despite the cold.
He takes one step back.
Then another.
