Back at the camp, Samuel was still scrutinizing his interface, unable to decide on his third skill. He had been silent for twenty minutes, simply reading the descriptions of each of the skills and spells offered. "I'm only level 16, so it's normal that some skills are still locked," he told himself while looking at the grayed-out options.

Seeing his frustration, Helydia, still lost in her thoughts, suggested, "If you don't know what to choose, pick a random skill." "That's what I do all the time."

Samuel thought for a moment, finding the idea interesting. After all, with his level, he would manage to adapt to any skill that was offered to him. He pressed the "Random" button, and after a moment, the interface displayed: Immortal Anger.

Suddenly, the interface changed from a soothing blue to a bright red. A powerful wind began to swirl around him, whipping the cave floor and raising clouds of dust.

His muscles involuntarily contracted, fragmented memories of bloody battles resurfacing. He felt the adrenaline, the icy chill of fear and rage, as if he were once again in the midst of a battle.

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Helydia, holding the lizard's jar under her arm, covered her eyes to protect herself from the Breath and shouted, "SAMUEL!" WHAT'S GOING ON? "SAMUEL, CAN YOU HEAR ME?!"

Samuel, just as confused, wondered where this wind and all this dust were coming from. What had triggered such a reaction? But in a few seconds, everything calmed down. No more wind, no more dust, no more rumbling. Helydia approached him, furious: "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ?"

Samuel shook his head, bewildered: "I don't know anything...Everything started when I chose the skill 'Immortal anger.'"

Helydia squinted her eyes, perplexed: "Immortal Anger"? I have never heard of this skill. "Maybe a spell specific to humans?"

Samuel returned to the interface, but strangely, he found no description of the skill. There was only the title, "Immortal Anger." He let out a sigh, annoyed. "Great," he murmured to himself. He might have just squandered a chance to acquire a new spell useful for a skill that was clearly useless, which moreover didn't even have a description.