This time, Jake could see the wolf move. He could follow its steps throughout, and it felt surreal. Like he was just lagging earlier, and now, everything was clear.
A mere fifteen stat point increase gave him this power. That only told him that he needed to grind a little more, and level up a little more.
If level forty made him this strong, then what if he was a level fifty player? What if he was in level sixty, and entered the third tier? That would make him much, much stronger than any other player in the world.
As the wolf moved, his sword also moved. It arced with a blue wave, sparks of blue lightning covering the sword.
The wolf was running straight toward Jake, and it couldn't stop.
"Slash of Thirst"
As Jake called out his attack, his sword buzzed with feedback. It vibrated, and as it did, it felt like it was trying to escape Jake's hand.