Tomorrow, a new chapter in his life would open, but God closed the cover of the book. When he opened his eyes on the First Floor of Hell, he had to face off a whole new reality. All the rules were being rewritten, and he had to pick up the pen if he wanted to get out of here. He had to find those like him and play the role of leadership he had escaped all his life.
"Let's start with you, Rimel; which feature will you add 20 points to?"
The young girl replied immediately as if she had already thought about it.
"I want to add to the Magical Energy; as a healer, I should always be able to cast spells!"
I took it as usual since we've talked about this before, but another person at the party seemed quite taken aback.
"Rimel, why don't you consider adding it to your defensive properties? Everyone is targeting you first, and if you're thinking of adding it to a stat from your class, shouldn't you choose Wisdom?"
Rimel never expected to hear this. It was normal, as there was no need to consider the issues mentioned.
"Elenora, I think it's time for you to see our features, too. While these mobs are busy with the concert."
I had no intention of attacking the fallen immediately; let them first soften with the painful arabesque, let them lose their souls a little with a razor, screaming fists to the chest, and then we clean up the rest.