⸢Attributes⸥
⸢ Strength: 535/1,020⸥
⸢Agility: 330/950⸥
⸢Speed: 420/900⸥
⸢Constitution: 400/970⸥
⸢Intelligence: 490/760⸥
⸢Luck: 550/550⸥
⸢Dexterity: 385/785⸥
⸢Perception: 390/830⸥
⸢Charisma: 1190/1190⸥
Percival groaned. Just as he suspected.
He had only wanted to check just how much his attributes had depleted over the course of this Gate World Clearing, but he'd always been feeling the effects right after they left the Mangrove.
His muscles ached with fine fatigue. Each swing of the scythe had cost more than mana.
After dodging the geysers, his Agility and Speed were spent. His body's resilience was sapped by relentless punishment and mental strain.
He also felt dizzy. Maybe sleepy.
Hells. Percival badly needed sleep.
But this was the real cost.
Not merely his Mana or Health, but the erosion of self. Attributes ran down as well and the only way they could be refilled were through sleep and the incredibly rare Power Ups.
