He paused on the allocation for the first time. Four hundred and twenty-one Agility had solved the runner problem, nothing in the column was outpacing him anymore, and the last Mirescutters to try had died with thirty meters of open basin between them and the passage they'd been running for.
Everything else needed feeding. Cragshell carapace cracked under his blades but not fast enough, because two hundred base Strength hit differently when the fighter swinging the sword had two-sixty Agility and the arms couldn't cash what the legs were writing.
Gluttony's drain windows ran short when his Endurance couldn't sustain the contact, and Pride's glyphs cost mana he could feel thinning with every cast. Three stances pulling from three different wells, and a body that swapped between all of them mid-combat couldn't afford to let two-thirds of its foundation crack while the third climbed.
'Eighteen Strength. Twelve Endurance. Eight Vitality. Mana and Magic next.'
[Strength: 200 ➣ 218.]
