Transformation!

From all sides, they charged — wolfmen, scaled warriors, stone-skinned beasts.

Rudra's blood sang.

He moved — weaving, striking, dodging by millimeters.

[Mirage Veil] flames wrapped around his steps, his every motion feeding into the next like an unstoppable rhythm.

An ax-blade grazed his ribs. 

He grunted, twisting his body in a way no normal human should've been able to — his assassin training snapping into place. His gauntlet whipped out in a vicious backfist, splitting the attacker's skull.

Three down.

Four.

Five.

He fought like a gleeful devil-child, laughing and taunting even as blood coated his arms and the ground grew slippery.

[Level Up: 9 →10.] (+2 to all Stats, +2 Unassigned Stat Points)

A surge of power slammed into his body.

Muscles hardened. Reflexes sharpened. His heart thundered like a war drum.