Adam's smile didn't fade as the realization settled deeper. The logic was too clean to ignore. He had two affinities, wind and death, yet his Enlightenment only reflected one. That mismatch wasn't small. It was glaring.
Upon reaching the Master rank, the numbers should have doubled. Fifty-four thousand wasn't the full picture. It should have been one hundred and eight thousand. The missing half wasn't gone, it was blocked, redirected, or simply waiting behind a rule he hadn't broken yet.
Adam leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing as he replayed everything he knew. There's always a restriction. And there's always a way around it.
His abilities had proven that again and again. Rules existed, but so did exceptions.
And Equip… was the biggest exception he had.
As for Chaos it wasn't like other affinities, chaos wasn't passive. It didn't sit within limits. It adapted and more importantly, it was equipped. And anything equipped had always bent the system in subtle, exploitable ways.
