Even in silence, he could feel the weight on his men. Weariness dragged at their limbs, grief pressed on their spirits. And yet, they endured. Because each fight, each death, made them stronger.
For Lumberling himself, the essence of war had carved deeper into his being.
(Beginner Flowing Edge has reached Lv. 5. Power +208.)
(Beginner Shield Bash has reached Lv. 3. Power +144.)
(Beginner Bonecrush Method has reached Lv. 2. Power +120.)
He felt the change inside him, his skills flowing smoother, strikes carrying more force. His strength grew with every battle, yet so did the toll, fatigue gnawed at his body, comrades were lost, and the weight of war pressed on his mind.
War had no mercy. And neither could he.
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