Mad Hatter's Guide to Clearing The Game

Sarissa’s pulse pounded like a war drum in her ears, the raw power of her new Attribute thrumming inside her veins like wildfire, even though she was not consciously using it.

The moment the system’s notification faded from her vision, she felt it. Something different, something untamed.

She didn’t understand it yet, but she felt what it meant.

Whatever it was, it was an antithesis to Miles’ skill, and one so powerful that it had broken his time stop completely.

The only problem was...

He knew it too.

Miles stood across from her, his scythe resting lazily against his shoulder. But for the first time since the battle began, he wasn’t laughing. Instead, the glowing eyes in his mask were narrowed to slits, and even the stitched lips, masterfully carved on the mask, were not smiling anymore.

"Oh, this is going to be fun," he mused, his voice devoid of any emotion while he tapped his scythe against the ground. "It looks like you’re finally starting to show your true colors..."

Sarissa exhaled sharply, forcing the erratic energy inside her to settle, to focus.

Her new Attribute had given her a chance, but she still needed to figure out how to wield it properly.

No hesitation. No second-guessing.