The glitching UI in Alvian's vision smoothed out. The padlocks over his skill trees shattered. His [Void Sovereign] class icons lit up, bright and eager. The oppressive, sanity-draining aura of the creature had vanished, replaced by the standard, heavy pressure of a high-level boss monster.
It was no longer an abstract concept of the end of the world. It was a target.
"It's solid," Valeria realized, looking up at the beast. She reached back and unhitched her massive claymore. "It has a level. It has a health bar."
"Which means it can take damage," Alvian agreed, the cold, calculating efficiency returning to his tone. He reached out, and the [Lance of the Void Winter] materialized in his hand, its black ice blade humming with a hungry resonance. "And if it has stats, it can be killed."
