The information about the skill Assimilation bloomed in Roy's mind like a raging torrent.
His brain drank the stream of knowledge greedily. Due to his increased intelligence, his mind was already elevated far beyond what it had been when he was just a regular human.
"Thank goodness… I thought assimilating all of them meant they were gone forever," Roy breathed in relief.
The assimilation of all his items and hero summons didn't mean their death.
The skill Assimilation was a temporary fusion skill. Right now, Roy's being was a culmination of all he had assimilated — the amount of abilities at his disposal was vast.
All of Trion's skills, Velra's, the weapons, and items — he could access them all.
He glanced at his hands, plated in familiar rose-gold armor. He could feel two protrusions on his back, and above his head levitated a royal, mystical foggy halo — once Velra's mage staff.
