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.