Bones and Horns

Silas leaned against the cold stone wall, his breath ragged and his body battered. He closed his eyes, focusing on the warmth of his regeneration ability slowly knitting his wounds. But it wasn't enough.

The undead horde was regrouping, and he needed more than just healing to survive this onslaught. Silas concentrated on the system, injecting a stamina potion into his blood stream.

[A stamina potion has been injected. Stamina restored.]

The system's notification flashed in Silas's mind, and a surge of energy coursed through his veins. The fatigue that had weighed down his limbs moments ago vanished, replaced by a renewed vigor. He gripped his war hammer tightly, a determined glint in his eyes.

Silas took a deep breath, steeling himself for what came next. He tapped into the primal fury within him, unleashing his berserker rage. A feral growl escaped his lips as raw power flooded his system, heightening his senses and amplifying his strength.