"Ah!" Serika suddenly cried out, eyes wide in shock.
"I… I got a class! And there are so many level-up notifications!"
Quinlan straightened in his chair immediately, eyes lighting up with a spark of excitement. "What class is it?"
Serika didn't reply immediately, still processing the flood of system messages scrolling through her mind. "It says… Solar Fist?"
Luminara let out a low whistle, grinning madly. She was looking a lot less like the Primordial Nurturer, the awesome motherly woman Quinlan came to know here as, and more as a battle junkie. "Ohoho~ That sounds powerful."
Mearie's eyes gleamed with just as much power as the elf's, staring at the tanned woman with a newfound, open respect. "The universe recognized your fists as well, dear, not just your fire. That means you weren't simply a high-stage fire cultivator; you were an elite martial artist in every sense of the word. A sovereign of battle in your own right."
