Strength up by four. Agility up by three. Everything else creeping up by two. That made him wonder. He felt like he should have gotten more, y'know, this was hard to pull off.
Or was it? His undeads had done all the work while he just stood back and watched.
From what Darion had learned, any fight that his undeads participated in made his attributes increase.
The system seemed to reward him for victories, even if he wasn't the one swinging the sword. With this fight, he certainly should have gotten more. The sheer power he had summoned, the scale of the battle, the fact that he had faced four creatures rated as Very High threat, all of that should have translated into bigger gains.
But instead, he had gotten the same small increases he always got. A point here, a point there. Nothing dramatic, only slow steady grind of incremental progress. Of recent, he had just been getting added just 2 or something like that.
