Prestige Grinding : I Can Reset My Level

Sora knelt on the cold stone floor, breathing heavily as adrenaline coursed through his veins. The remnants of the battle still echoed in his mind, but his focus shifted back to the figure emerging from the shadows—the short boy cloaked in dark fabric, standing silently before him. The air felt charged, and Sora remained instinctively wary.

"Well, you survived," the boy said, his voice low and smooth, almost melodic. "Not bad, considering where you started."

Sora clenched his fists, gripping the jagged claw tightly. He had not forgotten this boy, who had appeared mysteriously before the battle, and pretended to know everything about him. "Who are you?" Sora demanded. "You claim to know about me, yet I don't know the first thing about you. What do you want from me?"

The boy regarded him with an intense, unsettling gaze. "I am your Innate Skill. I told you, I am part of you, as much as your memories or your soul" He paused, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. "Your performance was… refreshing."

A soft glow interrupted them as a status panel materialized before Sora, its words catching his attention.