And then…
There was something else. A spark deep within his chest, quiet but undeniable.
Mana.
For the first time, he felt it, raw energy waiting to be shaped. And the skill that had formed with his breakthrough pulsed in his mind. Spearheart Thrust.
The name was simple. Too simple. But he knew instinctively this was no ordinary strike. This was the path of True Knights, the threshold he had now crossed.
Yet he had no time to savor it.
A crushing aura swept across the battlefield, stronger than anything he had ever felt. His head snapped toward it, heart hammering.
A Knight Two.
For a moment, Lumberling's breath hitched. His instincts screamed danger, every nerve in his body tightening. He could already feel the ground trembling under the approach, the air itself quivering.
Without hesitation, he pulled his spear free from the fallen Knight's corpse and turned. He didn't even stop to examine the changes within himself.
There was no time for that.
