Seth stepped into a new plain, the influx of stats still settling into his body.
With how fast he'd gotten rid of the last immortal King, Seth didn't even bother to rest before progressing.
Recalling how easy the last kill had been Seth chuckled, he had a rough idea of how difficult that foe in particular was meant to be.
Too bad it was against Seth, a being who wielded an armour set with a blade that commanded an absurd level of critical strikes and a 50% instant kill ability for those in the same level.
"Without their divinity these guys really are just sitting ducks for slaughter…" he mused as he scanned the new plain.
The prophet or the ruler which will it be?
A faint smile cracked at the corner of his lips, then vanished—his eyes locking onto a looming shadow.
He equipped his Genetic suit in an instant, runes flaring to match the pulsing intensity of his pupils.
