Obvious Choice

Sylas had smelt the scent of death before; he and death might as well have been called old friends by now. And yet, at this moment, he had never felt such a striking sense of inferiority in his life.

[Name: Sylas Grimblade] 

[Species: Human (F)] 

[Affiliation: Grimblade Lineage] 

[Profession: Vipermancer (FFF+)] 

[Level: 0] 

[Physical: 440] 

>[Strength: 662] 

>[Constitution: 613] 

>[Dexterity: 289] 

>[Speed: 306] 

[Mental: 317] 

>[Intelligence: 569] 

>[Wisdom: 160] 

>[Charisma: 523] 

[Will: 1013] 

[Luck: 22]

Almost the instant he felt this, his body also erupted into a rain of blood. Pain the likes of which he had never felt before threatened to tear him apart.

It was too much. The Basilisk King had grown too powerful.