Dark Sister’s Rage [1]

The first thing Craig noticed the moment his soul fully anchored into the Initial-stage of the Sword Runner class was the drastic shift in his body weight.

He was strikingly light.

It felt as though gravity itself had loosened its grip upon his physical frame, allowing his boots to rest upon the scorched soil with phantom delicacy.

Yet, beneath this newfound weightlessness lay an explosive, terrifying density of muscle and mana.

He knew intuitively that despite feeling lighter than air, a single baseline punch from his bare fist now carried enough kinetic force to shatter steel plates and cave in stone fortifications.

His draconic senses had undergone an equally radical evolution.

Before his ascension, his perception—even when stretched to its maximum limits through his bloodline—could only clearly read targets and terrain up to a hundred meters away.

Now, his sight and hearing expanded across a full mile radius.