"So in abilities the next realm after 'Active' is 'Enhanced'?"
Eryndor muttered while reading through the description on the altar. Nothing had changed.
He took one last look at the ability before leaving the Mind Palace and returning to his physical body.
Taking out another protein bar from his bag, he began munching on it before moving on to the Spaceship.
He had enough fighting for the day, monsters didn't give him much challenge.
One, they weren't intelligent enough to actually employ tactics in a fight. Two, they didn't have skills to compliment their fighting style.
For example, lariets would be much more deadly if they had a fist skill which increased its speed or added an element of unpredictability in their fists.
It would drastically increase the probability of their punches landing on opponents.
Eryndor would much rather completely use the remaining resources and gobble up as much knowledge as he could.
