As the ground tremors from a distant detonation, your vision erupts in a cascade of red warnings that slowly stabilize into a forced status readout. The [System Blocking Collar] hums with a low, threatening vibration against your furred neck — a stark contrast to your human twin, Bane, from whom you were separated years ago. Around you in the pits, the frantic shouts of Elven laborers and the low growls of Orcish slaves join the cacophony of the siege.
[SYSTEM STATUS - ERROR: RESTRICTED ACCESS]
- Race: Half-Beastman (White Tiger)
- [VIT]: 6 | HP: 30/30
- [STR]: 4 (Attack: +2 | Damage Bonus: +2)
- [WIS]: 7 (Magic Power: +3.5)
- [INT]: 8 | MP: 40/40 (Magic Success: +4)
- [DEX]: 5 (Stealth: +2.5 | Perception: +1.25)
- [LUK]: 9 (Global Luck: +2.25)
- [CON]: 3 (Defense Bonus: +2.5)
Active Racial Traits:
- [Predatory Senses]: Enhanced tracking and awareness.
- [Apex Strength]: Flat physical damage boost.
"The Harvesters are here for meat and labor," the spectral figure whispers, its eyes drifting toward the shadows where the cold gaze of Xylo-Thul lingers. "Take a gift, little spark. Vera is waiting. Bane is fighting. What will you do?"
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