'The power,' Jack thought, staring at his transformed hand. 'I guess I should try and seek out a close quarters combat master. Being able to learn another class and multiply the damage would be great.'
The math was simple but devastating. His strength stat was already 150 with equipment bonuses. Demonhand multiplied that by three, then added his magic stat times two. The result was enough raw power to tear through solid wood like it was rotten.
And that was without using Infernal Conversion, his ultimate skill that would temporarily double all physical damage and increase his strength even further.
Jack deactivated Demonhand, watching his arm return to normal. The transformation left no residual pain, no exhaustion. Just the memory of power and the eager anticipation of using it in real combat.
'Enough testing on trees,' Jack decided, turning to look deeper into the glowing forest. 'Time to find something that fights back.'
