Trafalgar sat on the frozen ground, chest heaving. The pounding in his skull hadn't vanished—it was still there, a dull, burning throb—but something felt… different. Lighter. His veins pulsed with mana like never before, each breath feeding strength into his limbs.
'What the hell is happening to me?' he thought, fingers tightening around his knees. He could feel it clearly now: mana overflowing, heavier yet easier to command.
He muttered under his breath.
"Status."
The familiar blue window unfolded before his eyes:
[Host: Trafalgar du Morgain]
[Title: Cursed Heir]
[Age: 16]
[Race: Half-Human / Half-Primordial]
[Bloodline: Primordial Being]
[Core: Pulse]
[Class: Swordsman / Riftspawn]
[Talent: SSS]
[Abilities: Arc Slash (Lv.2) – Common, Severing Fang (Lv.1) – Rare, Severance Step (Lv.1) – Epic, Morgain's Requiem – Unique, Primordial Body (Lv.Max), Sword Insight (Lv.Max), Riftborn Feast (Lv.Max), Morgain Blade (Lv.2)]
