A list of materials obtained from the dead carcass soon flooded Kael's vision, but that wasn't what was important. The last notification was what grabbed his attention.
It was like the Tower enjoyed spitting loot in his face at the exact worst moment, when his eyes should have been glued to the staircase and the moving red dots, not to a scrolling list of glands and limbs and silk. The words stacked over the world, blocking angles and distances, turning the fight into a cluttered window full of temptation. Kael's jaw tightened as he forced his focus past it, because a single second of reading the wrong line was the kind of mistake that ended with mandibles in a throat.
Then he saw the last part. The part that did not feel like loot. The part that felt like a rule snapping into place.
[You have discovered the word [Pressing Flames] {ᛚᛁᚷᚦᚱᚪᚳ}.]
[Your understanding of [ᛚᛁᚷᚦᚱᚪᚳ] is still elementary. Mana cost and efficiency have been increased.]
