Typical

Atticus moved to his elements next. His gaze paused on the fusion energy of the four base elements.

'I wonder what'll happen if I give it a name.'

The question marks had always bothered him. No matter how many times he saw them, they looked wrong, like what they represented didn't have purpose yet. 

Still, he was curious. What would change if he named it? He had never tried to converse with the system before and didn't even know if it was sentient.

But he decided to shelve the thought for later and focused back on assessing his status.

He noted the change in proficiency. Given how often he'd used them during the recent battles, it was expected.

His eyes drifted lower, landing on the still-stagnant numbers of his other elemental affinities, all capped at 80%.