Sorrow and joy [5]

It was hard to describe how I currently felt. 

But I didn't need to describe it. 

∎| Lvl. 1 [Joy] EXP + 4% 

I could see what I was feeling. 

".....I-I did it." 

Lvl 1. [Hands of Malady] --> Lvl 2. [Grip of Pestilence]

I had finally upgraded my spell to the next level. 

'Grip of Pestilence'

It was as I predicted. 

The name changed alongside the level increase. It was as if it had become a completely new spell. No, it had become an entirely new spell. 

One that shared similar principles to the old one. 

".....It looks like you've succeeded." 

Aurelia's voice reached me from behind. 

"H-ha." 

Taking a deep breath, I pursed my lips before nodding. 

"I did." 

I truly had succeeded. 

"Hahahaha." 

A familiar laugh echoed in the distance as four figures showed up. 

"Have you succeeded?" 

It was Gork. 

"Idiot, didn't you literally hear him?"