Tribulation of Abyss III

Within the center of the storm, where only black and white seemed to exist, Altair wiped the blood away trailing down his chin, glaring under the shockwave that had nearly torn him asunder. Despite him redirecting the lightning bolt, the force had been a little too great. His Ashen Blood was regenerating him but had slowed considerably due to the refinement. 

[Abyssal Lightning has refined Your Fleshy Body]

[Ritual of Infernal Rebirth has Mulitpied all increases by 2]

[Your Strength has increased by 20]

[Your Dexterity has increased by 30]

[Your Mana has increased by 5]

'Son of a bitch!' Altair said to himself, wyly smiling. He coughed up a mouthful of black impurities of stagnant blood and rot, cursing what was to come. He was dazed, the numbing of the lightning lancing up his spine, dancing along the body like fairies beneath the moon.