NEW SKILL- AETHER NOVA

The Shades howled, their cries like the wails of countless grieving wolves, a sound that crawled into the marrow of the soul.

 It was not merely a sound but an emotion, a lamentation of agony and longing, echoing with the anguish they carried in life and the torment binding them in death.

Rex cracked his knuckles, the sharp pop cutting through the eerie cries like a defiant battle cry. Though he felt a pang of sympathy for their plight, he couldn't let himself wallow.

Compassion had no place in the heat of a fight. Besides, he knew his task was their salvation.

"Simulations or not, you guys are messed up," Rex muttered, rubbing his lips with a growing smirk. "Guess it's my job to set you free... and rack up some XP while I'm at it." His voice rose, brimming with his trademark cocky flair. "Cronus! Don't let me turn into a softie, yeah?"