Rey didn't waste time celebrating.
Survival and revenge meant nothing if he remained weak. Power demanded consolidation, enhancement, and immediate optimization of every resource he'd claimed.
He pulled the Transport into an abandoned warehouse district on the city's edge—far enough from the Desgarron estate to avoid immediate scrutiny, isolated enough that no one would witness what came next.
The automatons stood guard at the entrance while Rey worked.
Inside the Transport's vast interior, surrounded by centuries of accumulated Noble wealth, Rey began his transformation.
First, the Elixirs.
He'd claimed dozens during the vault raid, each one a concentrated distillation of magical enhancement. Most were designed for specific purposes—healing, stamina recovery, temporary power boosts.
But several caught his attention for different reasons.
"Ether Pool Expansion Elixir—Grade 4. Increases total Ether capacity by several degrees."
Rey uncorked it without hesitation and drank.
