After easily defeating the Frostfang Lynx, Ethan felt conflicted.
He was glad that he had progressed so much, but he was weirdly disappointed that it hadn't been much of a challenge.
'This place is making me a lunatic,' he laughed.
Then again, he had always chased the thrill in everything he did.
It was crazy that he hadn't even needed to push himself, and it went to show just how important skills were. No matter how great one's stats were, it was the application of them that mattered.
His gaze shifted slightly.
'If that was what assimilating with Spark could do, then what about the others...'
Well, he was about to find out.
But first, his eyes drifted to the corpse of the Frostfang Lynx in the snow, its once-glimmering fur now scorched and brittle, faint wisps of steam rising where fire had kissed ice.
Ethan stood over it for a moment, hands resting loosely at his sides, his breath steady despite the battle.
"Would be a waste just to leave it," he muttered.
