Judging Review

The coldness of death was like solid ice in the winter, stabbing into Kieran's chest directly, stirring the boiling hot blood in his heart.

The cold and hot were at polar opposites and the wide gap in between made devilized Kieran grunt heavily before falling to the ground.

The magma outside his body quickly hardened and turned into a plaster-like state, shattering into fine bits, revealing Kieran inside.

At that moment, Kieran was at his worst form possible.

Constitution and Spirit authentications kept popping up non-stop quicker than he had ever seen before. He still could get a glimpse of the notifications at first but they soon turned into a rapid blur.

It wasn't just that two attributes though, Strength, Agility, Intuition and even his skills and equipment display started to blur out as if a bunch of codes piled up in front of Kieran's eyes.

Soon, it turned into a slow spinning gray vortex and it spun faster as it went.