[Rolland Orciulius (FFF )]
[Level: 38]
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[Physical: 1201]
>[Strength: 783]
>[Constitution: 615]
>[Dexterity: 1789]
>[Speed: 1615]
[ntal: 1333]
>[Intelligence: 1662]
>[Wisdom: 1234]
>[Charisma: 1086]
[Will: 991]
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Sylas knew that his plan had worked the mont he saw Rolland's stats for the first ti. Not only was his Grade no longer a string of question marks, but he could actually read his stats…
And they were more than manageable.
In fact, his stats, albeit stronger than Nosphaleen's, considering his level, it was almost to the point that...
'You're weak.'
Sylas didn't want any variable to creep up. It had been half a minute since he put the Arctic Emperor Cobra into the Hibernation Realm. That was the equivalent of over an hour of rest.
The Arctic Emperor Cobra wasn't severely injured to begin with. With its Constitution and the Hibernation Realm combined…
ROAR!
The familiar spread of a gorgeous hood of white and blue appeared before the scrambling Rolland.
The City Lord's pupils constricted when he saw the beast suddenly appear before him. He had already spotted Sylas, but he thought he would have the ti to make it to the portal. What he didn't know was that Sylas could summon his contracts anywhere within the range of his visualization, and though Rolland was more than 50 ters from him…
The portal was not.
He didn't need to make it to Rolland; he only needed to stop Rolland from taking advantage of his higher Speed and making it there first.
Rolland knew that he had fallen for the perfect trap; however, he didn't give up, hoping that the curse-like affliction that had plagued the Arctic Emperor Cobra was still there.
But he was wrong.
Very wrong.
He tried to slip by the Arctic Emperor Cobra, activating a shifting Spell that accelerated him forward, but he was no longer facing off against the sa creature.
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