Chapter 72: War
Hanging there, Derek found himself having but one priority: leveling.
Namely, flashing his status sheet open, pouring all the XP the battle in orbit had earned him into getting new Levels, and then spending the eighty Stat points he’d gotten from that as quickly as possible.
Thirty-five each into Magic Power and Regeneration because a larger mana pool and a quicker refilling of the same would be essential in the coming battle, and the last ten into Fortitude because what the hell, durability was always good, and Derek was severely lacking in confidence in his ability to keep his distance.
But he decided against grabbing new [Skills], as he didn’t feel he had the time to dig through their descriptions to grab the right one, especially since they tended to be pretty spaceship-centric, meaning any capabilities applicable to this situation would be buried in the fine print, so to speak.
Then, finally, he triggered his Party-[Skill] in earnest for the very first time.
Because, by God, he hated the damn thing. It was comprehensive. Invasive. Creepy.
Talking into each other’s heads, being able to add object markers into the landscape that everyone else could see … Party-[Skills] in the use of veterans would let an army fight as though they shared a mind.
Them … well, let’s just say that if [Knightly Discipline] hadn’t been among those imparted by Isaac, Derek couldn’t have seen himself ever picking up the capability.
Yet at the same time, the [Skill] also worked.