The Mysterious Magic Tree

“Lord Stark’s strength seems to have increased again. Have you noticed? His build looks even sturdier than a few days ago,” someone whispered on the bustling streets of Glensorne.

Oliver walked through the city, his large frame drawing the eyes of passersby. His physique had grown more imposing in just the last few days. He was taller, with muscles more defined and rippling beneath his clothing. It was evident that his body had become more powerful, as if the very air around him seemed to crackle with latent strength.

The reason for this was simple. His War Core had recently evolved, turning orange. The power from this core flowed into his body, reinforcing his muscles and bones, making him a formidable figure to behold.

“No wonder the Silver Circle Cult has put such a high bounty on Lord Stark. His progress is incredible,” a passerby murmured.

“His advancement is terrifyingly fast,” another added, awe in their voice.