"Two hundred drops of aether?" Ulric clenched his fists in astonishment as a wave of exhilaration surged through his body.
His aether reserves had grown massively!
Even more importantly. He seemed to have uncovered something extraordinary.
As his reserves of aether increased, they didn't merely refine his transcendent art, Myriad Aether.
They refined his physique as well.
The realization instantly explained the explosive growth in his physical strength.
If he had to estimate, Ulric was confident that if he faced Artorias or any powerhouse of that caliber again, he could defeat them within only a handful of moves.
Perhaps his physique had already reached the level of a mid B-rank being.
The mere thought was absurd.
Yet what pleased Ulric even more was that this refinement didn't feel like a one-time transformation.
It was continuous. As long as his aether reserves continued increasing, his physique would continue evolving alongside them.
