It was painfully clear, Dullorak spoke in a way no one could immediately understand. It reminded Atlas of Lyrassa, with her constant nature-spirit jargon… only worse. With Dullorak, it felt nearly impossible to pull any actual meaning from his words.
And yet, he kept talking. Sweeping gestures, dramatic pauses, even glances toward the audience as though he were basking in their awe. Instead of awe, though, he earned nothing but groans and complaints.
[Name: Dullorak]
[Level: 112]
[Strength: 145 | Agility: 138 | Intelligence: 548 | Constitution: 234 | Animus: 390]
[Job: Magic User]
"Level one hundred and twelve?" Atlas muttered.
The higher his own level climbed, the more absurdly powerful his summons seemed to become. This one… this one was leagues ahead of him. And the stats confirmed it, his Intelligence stat was staggering, far beyond anything Atlas had seen so far.
But Animus instead of Stamina?
