The axe skills section was overwhelming.
Zeph stood at the entrance to an aisle lined with glowing tomes, each one representing a different way to kill or maim or destroy, and felt analysis paralysis trying to set in.
There were hundreds of them!
Combat skills, utility skills, passive enhancements, active abilities. Some with straightforward names like "Power Strike" and others with esoteric titles like "Moonless Night Severance." Ranks from F to D, organized in careful subcategories that suggested the Union took their inventory management very seriously.
He pulled his hood lower and started reading.
The tomes themselves were standardized—leather-bound books about the size of a hardcover novel, with formation arrays worked into the covers that made them glow faintly with System energy. Each one had a small display card showing the skill name, rank, cost, and a brief description.
