Chapter 70
Han stared at the barrage of system messages with a wide grin, his chest shaking as he burst into laughter. Pure, unfiltered delight surged through him. With this many upgrades, he felt unstoppable—stronger, faster, and closer to something beyond human. The power he had now was just a glimpse of what he could become. And the idea of getting his hands on more spirits? Irresistibly tempting.
With a casual flick of his hand, Thunderwrath vanished in a crackle of static.
"Spirits Owned: 2," the system read.
Han lifted his hand, and arcs of silver lightning danced between his fingers.
"It feels... even better than I imagined," he muttered to himself, electricity humming against his skin.
Then, as if reality decided to catch up, that strange unease he had been feeling earlier—something about Serenya—vanished. His thoughts were cut short when the door creaked open.
