The Power Chart Part 2

The Monolith's glow hadn't even dimmed before Riven's hand was already reaching for it again.

Still warm. Still pulsing with energy.

He placed his palm flat against the obsidian surface, letting his mana thread through it once more. The rankings shifted. New names appeared. New targets.

But for a brief moment—he didn't move.

He simply stood there, listening to the quiet crackle of residual flame still flickering around him. Listening to the hushed murmurs in the crowd behind him. Feeling the quiet churn of power within his chest.

This strength… it was different now.

The weight of his mana heart, the way it flowed sharper, denser, hungrier—it wasn't the same as it had been a month ago. Not even close.

His fingers curled slowly against the Monolith.