Jack examined the skill information with a mixture of satisfaction and profound unease.
The system had recognized and codified his experimental technique. The damage formula was exciting.
It scaled with both his magical prowess and physical combat ability, making it a true fusion of his different strengths.
But the name...
'Astrape's Shadow.'
That name carried weight.
'You have got to be shitting me. Astrape... isn't that one of the spirits who sealed Ren? Why the fuck is my skill named after her?'
Jack's mind raced through what little he knew about Astrape.
Ren had mentioned her on floor twenty-five. The lightning spirit, who apparently held something precious that belonged to him, something he wanted back desperately enough to make it a condition of cooperation.
A traitor. Someone Ren wanted dead.
And now Jack's independently created skill bore her name.
