The Epic-rank skill stone was in Leon's hand, and with just a thought, the black-colored stone—which seemed to absorb light from the atmosphere—turned into particles of light and entered Leon's temple.
A message in the form of a golden transparent screen appeared in front of him, informing him that he was now the owner of the skill Slave Mark.
That wasn't all, as new, profound information about the skill also entered his mind.
Hmm... so if there is even the slightest bit of resistance in the living being I'm trying to make a slave of, it won't work, and my mana would be wasted.
Now that Leon had the skill, he honed his spatial awareness with sharp intent, absorbing even the faintest shifts in the environment. His senses picked up subtle imprints—grass faintly crushed, directionally consistent, revealing a path left by someone fleeing in haste. The impressions were unmistakable: assassin's footprints.
