The battle raged with a white-hot intensity as we hurtled toward the monster. My pulse quickened, not from fear, but from the raw anticipation of the chaos ahead.
I flicked open my chariot's interface, and a wave of profound relief washed over me as I checked the tally of available stat points.
"One hundred million… Damn!" I cursed inwardly, a surge of pure delight warming my chest before I snapped the interface shut.
In that instant, I felt my composure return, settling over me like a suit of armour. The stakes had shifted. Even if half of the allied forces currently engaged were slaughtered, it wouldn't be a fatal blow.
As long as the chariot's defensive shield was backed by such a massive reservoir of fuel, we were effectively invincible. We could weather any storm they threw at us.
