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[ Name: Moon ]
[ Race: Human ]
[ Class: Classless]
[ Level: 30 ] [22%]
[ Lives: 70,145 ] [Super Lives: 0]
[ Strength: 149 ] [ Agility: 209 ] [ Constitution: 171 ] [ Mana: 251 ] (+10 to all stats)
[ Attribute Points: 5]
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'I have enough lives. Time to evolve my second Epic-Rank skill to Second Order.'
The conversations with Frey had given Moon more than just information about the base's power structure. They had given him a clear picture of what he would be facing in the near future, and what he needed most to survive it.
The woman controlling the base was expecting Frey to deliver him. When that delivery didn't happen, she would know something had gone wrong. The base was no longer safe to enter or exit freely. Every person inside was a set of eyes reporting back to her.
Moon couldn't return, not until he was ready to face her head-on or had a plan set in motion to intercept her.
