During the third level, they found the Power emblem, floating softly in the tunnel. Its ethereal glow cast dancing shadows on the walls, another beacon of hope in the darkness.
"This one's yours too," Aria said, passing it to Zara. "Your magical damage is also higher, it'll be crucial when physical attacks aren't enough."
They advanced until they reached the first enemy.
The air grew thick with anticipation.
Zara adjusted her stance, weighing the daggers in her hands. Every muscle in her body was taut, ready for action. Her enhanced senses, honed by her high level, took in every detail of her surroundings.
"Eighteen hits," she murmured, calculating the distance with practiced precision. "I'll need to be faster."
When the first Locus emerged from its frozen state, its movements were notably more fluid, faster than any they had faced in previous levels. The creature moved with an unnatural grace that sent chills down their spines.