Chapter 11: Delayed Plans
Corvin sat cross legged in the damp, still underground chamber, the faint hum of his surroundings barely touching his heightened senses. His eyes were closed, his body completely still. He took a slow, controlled breath, then summoned the System’s status panel once more.
It appeared before him, glowing softly, the text reflecting his current progress.
[Status]
Name: Corvin Blackmoor
Race: Dark Parasyte - Ascendant Stage
Level: 10
He studied the stats, his focus sharp. His eyes lingered for a moment longer than usual on the new entry, Mana Control and it’s level, which had shifted dramatically. No longer was magic something he struggled to bend to his will. Now, it obeyed him with ease.
Mana Control: S
Mana flows with him effortlessly. Spells form naturally with barely a thought. The magic responds with instant clarity, bending and twisting at his command without resistance. His mana feels as though it flows through him like a natural extension of his being, not something to be controlled or contained.
Physical Stats: S-
His height had increased by nearly 10 cm since the transformation. The Elven frame he now wore was more elegant and powerful. His movements were more graceful, yet his muscle density felt even stronger, built for both speed and power.