There were other items scattered within his perception, faint glimmers of weapons and miscellaneous drops lingering at the edge of his awareness, but Xavier's attention never lingered on them for long.
They simply… didn't matter.
His gaze locked onto one thing.
The class module.
Everything else faded into the background.
He had only seen such a drop twice before.
The first time—when he had killed the Executioner Zombie, barely clawing his way through a battle that should have ended his life. That fight had rewarded him with the legendary class DeathWill Executioner.
The second—
Lich King Rokos.
Even recalling it made something tighten in his chest.
Both encounters had been brutal.
Not just difficult—fatal.
The kind of battles where a single misstep would have meant death.
Against the Executioner Zombie, he had survived through sheer calculation, squeezing every ounce of advantage out of the situation, forcing victory through tactics alone.
But Rokos…
