The risk to who I was could not be denied, but I had to believe that my soul had the capability to remember who I was at the end of the day.
I moved to the next line, and I smiled at the growth in this skill.
[Mortal Shell 61 → 68 (Adept) — Broken-Celestial]
Skill grew more slowly in the Adept range, but getting seven ranks in one loop was impressive.
If I keep pushing forward like this, how long before one of my skills reaches the Arcanist tier?
This skill that had been the core of my power system had grown again and was now further along that tier's curve.
My body had become denser. The cords that had been anchored at the joints were now anchored at points the body did not have names for.
It was like there were bones beneath my bones, channels beneath channels, and places that the magus tradition's anatomy did not catalogue.
