Leon's eyes lingered on the glowing script that appeared before him.
Name: Steel Forge – Form 1: Steel Bullets
Type: Beast Skill
Tier: III
Description: Able to create and control steel. At form one, the user creates multiple steel bullets that rotate at rapid speed and possess high penetrating power.
Leon frowned, his gaze narrowing. "That's strange… where's the rank?"
Despite the flood of information, this detail was all he cared about. The designation under Type caught his eye, Beast Skill. That alone wasn't shocking. Trial takers had long accepted this quirk; as long as it came from an orb, the system categorized it as a skill even if it was an art. The true difference was instinctive. Arts carried a depth to them, an echo of evolution. They could grow, transform, and lead a trial taker toward enlightenment and higher ranks. Skills, on the other hand, were rigid, fixed at mastery, and never changing.
