Arthur felt a bit awkward, sitting in front of the six men in front of him, as one glaring at Arthur…

“So that’s the situation, they finally felt the need to talk to you about it.” Shaun said, the woman at his side scoffing at his words.

“Honestly we don’t really find much issue with it. It’s these six that have a problem with it.” The woman pointed at the burly men, Arthur looking to the two for help, even though he knew no help would appear.

A fist slammed on the table, giving it a light crack, drawing Arthur’s eyes back to the man seated opposite him, the other five standing behind him.

“Arthur Clive, we demand you revoke the name of your Kingdom and teams, you are not of our homeland and do not deserve to use those names!” the man, Edzard Hansen, was angry…

Arthur could understand why the Chosen of Scandinavia was angry, yes, considering the man named his team ‘Vikings’… and Arthur’s team was named ‘Einherjar’ Drew’s was ‘Jotun’ and the two teams together were ‘Valhalla’?

The naming scheme for Arthur’s teams were probably really similar in Denmark, Sweden, Finland and Norway…

“Hey, you realize that they aren’t exactly that violent right? The amount of people like these guys are pretty few.” Shaun said, somehow reading what Arthur was thinking…

Right, stereotypes and such, but Edzard was being a bit… difficult.

“Rather, the fact that his English has very little accent, it’s impressive…” Shaun stage whispered to the woman at his side, the woman sighing and rolling her eyes.

She was the Guild Master of Denmark, following Edzard and his team so they didn’t cause too much trouble here in America, by the way.

“Okay, okay, Edzard right, nice name by the way, let’s talk about this calmly…” Arthur said, the man standing, palms on the table as he leaned over to glare at Arthur.

“Either you give up your name, or we fight for it.” Edzard warned, and Arthur’s originally awkward smile shifted, his expression dropping at the threat…

At the same time his expression dropped, the other members of Einherjar walked in, looking at the Viking leader leaning over the table and glaring at Arthur, and Arthur’s neutral expression…

“Oh no, Arthur…” Emilia sighed, palming her face as she walked over, the other members trailing behind her and letting her take centre stage.

She and Michael had the best chances of talking down an angry Arthur, and he was clearly a bit angry…

Arthur was one of those rare people who got quieter the angrier he was.

“I’m sorry… did you just threaten to fight me if I didn’t give up the name of my team? A name we built up to the point it is today?” Arthur asked, his voice barely wavering.

Arthur might not care for fame, but he knew some of his teammates liked it, they took pride in their name, Einherjar was the most known team in the world, Valhalla the most known Kingdom in the world.

Taking their name was an insult to all they had gone through wearing that name as their symbol.

“Arthur, it’s just a name, calm down.” Emilia, having been noticed by Arthur, placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning down a bit to let Arthur know that the other members of Einherjar were here with him.

“Screw that, I say let them fight, it’ll be interesting.” Of course, Matt would advocate battling, John and Michael nodding along like the men they were, leaving Emilia and Alice to just stare at the three with bland looks.

“…She is as beautiful as a Valkyrie.” Edzard muttered at what he thought to be a quiet level, looking at Emilia for a moment before snapping out of it, glaring at Arthur who she was close to…

Great, the guy was jealous too.

“I’m not ‘threatening’ you. I am promising you a fight if you will not renounce your name.” Edzard warned, and Arthur stood, glaring at the self-proclaimed Viking with his eyes flashing purple, causing Edzard’s muscles to tense up in instinctual fear.

“Well in that case, I’ll just have to fight you then, because I rarely take pride in anything… and my ability as an Adventurer is one of those things.” Arthur said, looking to Shaun who sighed.

“I won’t have you try and take a name I helped build to this point.” Arthur said, gesturing for Edzard to follow Arthur, the man snapping out of his sudden fear and following Arthur, blaming his feelings on a Skill…

He would be right, yes, but Soul Sight was not used to cause fear innately… it was just an aspect of Arthur that grew and showed itself more as he grew.

They followed Shaun into a training area built under the Guild, used back when Shaun was training Arthur and Dante was training the other members of Einherjar…

Remembering that, Shaun was wondering how to get Einherjar after Mourn’s people, but Mourn’s gang had gone underground since Mourn left for Columbia apparently.

“Well, here we are. Feel free to fight as you want, I’m sure a healer can fix anything bar death.” Shaun said with a wave of the hand, already knowing that Arthur would, for once, fight seriously against another human being.

Contrary to how he acted most of the time, Arthur and Shaun did not hate one another… oh they certainly unnerved the other, especially if they used their visual abilities on the other.

And Arthur didn’t want to fight someone who he didn’t hate, or he wasn’t angry at.

Shaun recalled that there was only one time that Arthur got mad at him during their training, and that was the one time Arthur actually won the spar.

“Come, and lose.” Edzard declared, a straight sword with a wide base appearing in his hand, a circular shield in his other hand as he stood at the ready.

“You’re going to regret challenging me. Just saying.” Arthur said with a shrug, his cutlass appearing in one hand and drawing a shiver from the Norwegian men… oh right, they weren’t used to the aura of that weapon.

In Arthur’s other hand appeared Solaris, a sword similar in appearance to Edzard’s, only thinner at the base, and Arthur’s long sleeved sweater being covered by his coat, drawing narrowed eyes from Edzard.

Those with two Animae weren’t exactly rare in the world, they were mostly in America though, and Edzard had never encountered an Adventurer with two Animae before now.

“Begin.” Shaun sighed the word out, watching Arthur fall into a stance, his cutlass held out in front of him and Solaris pointed to the floor behind him, watching as Edzard charged forward.

“Shame… Arthur’s better when he lets the enemy have the initiative… countering is the main way he wins fights.” Alice pointed out, getting some nods from Einherjar members, ignoring the Vikings watching them from the side in confusion.

The confusion was mainly in how casually the team watched Arthur fighting Edzard, just watching as Edzard swung, Arthur ducking under the blow and lashing out only to meet the shield in Edzard’s other hand.

“Well, unless he is stronger, then he just ends the fight as soon as he can.” John reminded getting some murmurs starting up amongst them about Arthur’s ability to fight.

Arthur really was a brilliant fighter, as Edzard could now attest begrudgingly, thrusting out with his blade and watching Arthur spin, his cutlass pushing the sword to the side while Solaris struck out in return, parried by Edzard’s own shield.

“So from what I’m feeling… you’re level one hundred and eight right? That’s actually pretty impressive, as expected of a Chosen. And your strongest Skill is Swordsmanship, your highest stat is strength, your next highest stat being Endurance and Dexterity which are the same… the sword is your Anima too, by the way.” Edzard listened to Arthur speak in that toneless voice in the midst of the fight with sweat lining his brow.

Knowing Edzard’s level wasn’t impossibility, his wrist showing ‘EX 08’ was not being hidden after all, but knowing his best Skill, his strongest Stats…

Arthur’s ability to observe his enemies was high, and left Edzard feeling like a frog about to be dissected.

Arthur continued with his observations, trying to look deeper, his eyes remaining purple, the pupil narrowing to a slit much like an animal on the hunt as he stared at Edzard’s Soul.

Souls of those who reached level one hundred were different than before, undergoing a change in quality which Arthur could attribute to compression.

Arthur had once compared levelling up to ‘adding a layer to the Soul’ and reaching level one hundred would mean adding ninety nine layers to the Soul…

And then the soul would begin to fold in on itself, expelling impurities, none of the strength being lost as the soul became its original size once more with all the strength gained from those ninety nine layers.

Levelling would once more add layers, except that now the layers had to be compressed before being added, which was why the amount of monsters needed to be killed to level up increased by a massive amount.

At this point, Arthur could go an entire week without levelling even if went into the Dungeon every day.

Not to mention, Soul Sight being what it was, Arthur could see the colour of Edzard’s Soul, and the longer he looked, the more he saw, little by little, the small bumps and grooves revealing Stats, the shape revealing the Anima, the colour revealing magic Element-

“Oh, and your Element is Metal? Interesting, why aren’t you using magic just yet?” Arthur interrupted his own observations to ask this question, getting a roar from Edzard who swung his blade, metal flowing over the blade to increase its size, Arthur being blown backwards despite blocking, skidding back on his feet.

“How dare you… fight seriously!” Edzard roared, running forward, his sword now much larger after being covered in more metal, Matt’s narrowed eyes showing that he was considering stealing the application for the same Element.

“I am. I like to understand my opponents before I crush them.” Arthur said, leaning forward as sparks started to gather around him, letting Einherjar know what Arthur was doing.

Edzard slammed the sword down at Arthur, something that would effortlessly kill a normal human, and heavily injure Arthur if it didn’t kill him, missed entirely.

Arthur, contrary to his image as the strongest, untouchable Adventurer, rolled on the floor to the right, his cutlass vanishing as he did so, using his left hand to pull himself into a kick aimed at Edzard’s leg, the impact buckling Edzard slightly, though he did not fall, instead twisting his sword and dragging it to where Arthur was.

Arthur, seeing the blade approaching, rolled backwards, placing his left palm against the floor and pushing off to flip into a standing position, drawing an appreciative hum from Emilia.

“I’ve never actually seen Arthur use flips and rolls like that.” None of Einherjar really had, Arthur rarely had his feet leave the floor, and while rolling is a valid dodging tactic, the man preferred to lean, shift or just move out of the way rather than roll around.

“I taught him back when you all were training with Dante, though he never showed any sign of actually taking in the lessons.” Shaun explained, also looking contemplative at what Arthur was doing.

Rolling and flips weren’t actually that game changing as the group made it seem, it was just strange, watching Arthur actually attack with a kick instead of with his swords, rolling instead of simply sidestepping, flipping away…

Arthur was appearing acrobatic rather than his usual stable style… and no one really knew where it came from.

The sparks going of off Arthur increased, his hair spiking backwards slightly, his eyes glowing yellow now that he had stopped using Soul Sight, his eyes were now naturally yellow but they had a glow when he used his magic for some reason.

His cutlass reappeared in his hand, Arthur now dashing forward, his blades at his sides as Edzard glared, and, to the surprise of everyone except the Scandinavian crew, he threw his shield at Arthur, watching the American slide under it.

“Did he just try a ‘Captain America’ on Arthur?” Michael asked aloud, super confused on what he just saw…

Until more metal flowed down the sword, increasing its size even more, until its width was almost as wide as Matt’s shield, the blade that was once a one-handed long-sword was now most certainly a great-sword.

“Ah, using a shield with that would be kind of dumb.” Shaun pointed out, watching Edzard swing his blade at Arthur who was still sliding, Arthur responded by lifting his cutlass and digging it into the ground, using his weapon as a brake, pulling himself back and away from the dust cloud caused by Edzard’s great sword.

The Chosen of Scandinavia didn’t pull back his blade, instead stepping forward and trying to stab Arthur, Arthur’s smirk, a surprise for some, appeared on his face as he used the handle of his cutlass and his Strength stat to actually spin himself around, the only part of him connected to the ground being his hand as his foot, sparking with Lightning, kicked the side of the massive blade, sending it to the side.

“Holy… that looked awesome.” Matt said with a look of surprise, Emilia on the other hand rolling her eyes knowing that Arthur probably just tried that move because he felt like ‘looking cool’ for a moment.

Arthur had his moments.

With the sword knocked to the side, Arthur removed his Cutlass from the ground, crossing it with Solaris at Edzard’s neck, ending the fight.

“Well, I suppose that fight is done, though we could have been a lot worse in the Dungeon huh?” Arthur asked, Edzard worryingly looking at the swords near his neck and wisely chose to not nod.

“Y-yes…” Edzard said, the two weapons in Arthur’s hands vanishing along with his coat, Edzard’s own sword vanishing as he fell back onto his rear, breathing heavily…

Understandable, he almost died if it weren’t a spar.

“I told him this would happen if he went through with this…” the woman, the Guild Master, complained aloud as the Vikings rushed to Edzard’s side, Einherjar likewise walking over to Arthur who was strolling back to them, his hands in his pockets…

As if he hadn’t just been in a fight.

“Oh? You think that Clive is that dangerous?” Shaun asked, referencing Arthur and getting a scoff from the woman.

“Oh it’s well known among the countries that Arthur Clive isn’t to be trifled with… we know all about that status page he showed back for that Expo.” Shaun sighed…

Of course the other countries were wary of Arthur, he was at level ninety when most of their Chosen were around level eighty five, not to mention his Rare and Unique Skills…

His Unique Skill, Sword Sage, made his abilities with a sword unnaturally good… to the point where challenging him with a sword as your weapon was a bit… questionable, most of the time.

If he was fighting anyone with the same stats as him, Arthur would probably defeat them in a straight up sword fight nine times out of ten.

His rank three Sword Sage Skill was probably the equivalent of a rank six Swordsmanship Skill, or something like that, and raising the ability of the Skills naturally made their focus even better, meaning Arthur was becoming a better swordsman every time he did such a thing.

Arthur was a sorcerer now though… technically…

And they didn’t even know that the real thing that made Arthur scary was his Soul Sight, his ability to understand anything he faced so long as it was a living (or Undead) creature.

“Damn it, I suppose I’ve lost my honour… Arthur Clive!” Edzard shouted after being helped up by his team, Arthur turning to look at Edzard with the members of Einherjar at his side.

“What is it? I’m sure you’re going to give up on taking our name now?” Arthur asked with a pointed look, getting a shake of the head from Edzard.

Edzard instead looked at his team, each member nodding before he spoke to Arthur.

“No, I won’t challenge the results. But I do need to be fair. You won this fight, you deserve a reward for such a thing, considering your loss would have resulted in the loss of your team name…” Arthur blinked, realizing that Edzard was right.

In a wager, well, both sides need to offer something, and Arthur had accepted the fight before making his demand.

By all rights, Edzard could have left and that would have been that, but Edzard considered doing such a thing to be lacking in moral, so he offered Arthur a chance to ask for something…

“Uh… hadn’t actually thought about that… let me talk with my team first before we say anything…” Arthur then walked with Einherjar a bit further away so as to get some privacy.

By the way, outside in the Guild foyer, the members of Jotun sat around a table wondering where Einherjar was… Ellie, Dante’s sister, could have said something; she knew where they were…

But watching the group sitting there, awkwardly waiting for Einherjar was funny, so Ellie would say nothing.

Back inside the training room-

“You accepted a fight like that without stating a reward… Arthur, you’re normally smarter than that.” Alice pointed out, drawing a sigh from Arthur while Michael patted his shoulder in sympathy…

Michael would have also made the same mistake actually, and that just made Arthur feel a bit dumber, sighing and making Michael annoyed since he had a feeling he knew why Arthur was sighing.

“What’s done is done… Luckily Edzard is actually pretty upfront… surprisingly a nice guy, after you beat him.” Emilia pointed out, and Arthur looked to her, and then back to Edzard for a moment before looking back to her.

“I don’t want you around him alone considering he called you a Valkyrie.” Emilia blinked at that, blushing a bit and punching Arthur in the shoulder.

She wasn’t really embarrassed by what Edzard called her, it was more the fact that Arthur actually exposed a bit of jealousy with that request.

“Get a room later, for now, what are we going to ask?” John questioned, and the group considered…

What could they want from those guys, it wasn’t like they had anything Einherjar really wanted…

“Meow.” Arthur blinked, feeling a weight resting on his shoulders, looking at Sidhe after feeling her remove her face from his cheek.

“…Huh?” Arthur looked at the cat with confusion, and the cat only replied with a small paw on his nose before Sidhe removed it.

“Seriously, that’s an option? I mean…” Sidhe meowed once more and Arthur rolled his eyes.

“I doubt it, but asking costs nothing.” The other members of Einherjar just looked at the interaction with a bit of confusion, having never actually seen Arthur look like he was talking with Sidhe.

Understandable, they were a Familiar and her Master, they could communicate without words and always know where the other was, they grew together too.

Not to mention that Sidhe couldn’t actually die so long as Arthur was alive, if she was killed in the Dungeon she’d simply reform in twenty four hours, appearing at Arthur’s side.

Not that Sidhe ever died, but there were other people with Familiars in the world.

“Okay, what did the devil say?” John asked, glaring back as Sidhe hissed at him, clawing at the air between the two of them.

Their ‘hatred’ for one another was funny, but at least they could work together when they were in the Dungeon.

“Uh… remember how we were looking to expand Valhalla?” there was a pregnant pause, the members of Einherjar slowly understanding the implications of the sentence, before as one they looked to the Vikings, freaking out the Norwegians.

“That’s a dumb idea!” all five stated as their heads snapped back to Arthur, reminding the leader of Valhalla that yes, it was strange, but like he said, they lost nothing asking.

“I know it is, but hey, let’s ask and see how it works out.” Arthur said, walking towards Edzard while motioning for Shaun and that Denmark Guild Master to get closer.

“So, we talked about it, and well, if you can’t do this then it’s alright… but we’d like to offer you six a place in Valhalla. The Kingdom, I mean.” Arthur stated, watching the six men pale even further at the idea of dying before they understood.

“Wait a minute, you can do that, can do that, why would you do that?” the woman Guild Master asked in confusion, looking to Shaun who shrugged, surprised himself at the request.

“Edzard did say that Arthur could make a request, and Arthur did say that Edzard was free to refuse… but it’s not like it’s illegal to move to a different country, just difficult most of the time.” Shaun pointed out, the Vikings looking at each other, somehow despite not speaking they all managed to convey to each other how strange this was.

“Arthur, I, uh… I can’t speak for my entire team like that, even if I wanted to agree, not to mention my title as Chosen of Scandinavia, if I left I’d be betraying my homeland.” Edzard pointed out, and Arthur sighed, nodding.

“I kind of expected a refusal, but quite frankly, other than reliable teammates, my Kingdom doesn’t really need much. The Dungeon is widening, monsters are getting more numerous and stronger all at the same time. Adventuring as a six man team is difficult, and will probably be neigh impossible eventually.” Arthur admitted, the Vikings looking to Edzard who sighed.

“I understand your concerns, my team is fighting at the eleventh Area and we already struggle with just the six of us… your thought of expansion makes sense… but why us, why not more Americans?” Edzard asked, getting a roll of the eyes from Emilia.

“I’m Russian by the way, just saying. And besides, Arthur only offers that kind of deal to people he can trust. Despite you annoying him, you also proved yourself to be capable and honourable when needed, even without being asked.” Emilia pointed out, getting Edzard to think.

“I see, it’s a privilege to earn your respect, but I doubt we would be able to be Adventurers here…” Edzard pointed out, and seeing the opening, Shaun coughed, drawing attention to him.

“Actually… it is possible, even with your concerns.” Shaun admitted, getting glared at by the Denmark Guild Master.

“Fife, you better have a good explanation for why you seem to be poaching our land’s strongest Adventurers.” The woman demanded, getting Shaun to raise his hands defensively.

“Easy there Karlie, this could be beneficial for both of America and the Scandinavian Coalition.” The woman, apparently named Karlie, narrowed her eyes at Shaun, leaning back slightly.

“…Go on.” Karlie finally allowed Shaun to continue, the man chuckling a bit before coughing into his fist.

“Ahem. Basically, what I’m thinking, is a sort of agreement between our countries based on Adventuring. We have the Vikings join Arthur’s Kingdom, Valhalla.” Shaun pointed out, and Edzard spoke out at this.

“Like I said, we have family in our homelands; we wouldn’t want to leave them behind.” Edzard started off, getting a shrug from Shaun.

“We can offer housing to each of you and all of your families here in America. Not like a mansion, but we can arrange things.” Shaun shut down that bit of an argument quickly, leaving Edzard to blink in confusion.

“As for ‘betraying’ your country, how about we make it that any Dungeon material you gain be sent back to Scandinavia?” Karlie blinked, realizing that such a thing would ease it over…

“That still leaves out the fact that this is a race to the end of the Dungeon to kill Chronos. Disregarding revenge for the lives lost on Red Sky Day, having our strongest team work for yours means giving up on the race to the end of Hell. Why would we help America gain all those resources?” Karlie asked, a raised eyebrow in question when Shaun began to smirk.

“What if, in doing so, you secure much more resources for all four members of the Scandinavian Coalition? Heck, even if you allowed the other countries associated with the Scandinavian Peninsula such as Iceland to join in, you’d still be securing quite a bit of resources for all of them.” Shaun’s words drew a narrowed gaze from Karlie.

“…That bit of information was supposed to be secret, but I do suppose it was a bit strange trying to hide it from a modern day super soldier such as you, not to mention obvious to anyone who looked. Alright then, how would we get these resources?” Karlie asked, that smirk on Shaun’s face still disturbing her…

The phrase ‘shit eating grin’ was made for moments like this.

“Simple, a Kingdom can gain a grand total of ten teams, for sixty members. I don’t know when Arthur and his Kingdom Valhalla plan to stop recruiting, but at max, ten teams.” Shaun started off, and Arthur winced at the idea of having to work with that many people.

He was a solitary guy, before he became so well known as an Adventurer the only people he knew on social media were people he had met face to face…

Heck, people from his old schools couldn’t even contact him unless he reached out to them first, a rarity by the way.

“Now consider all the resources Hell will likely have to offer us… what if I said that by letting the Vikings join Valhalla, the Scandinavian Coalition gains a guaranteed ten per cent?”

There was a pause, and Arthur realized immediately what Shaun was getting at, speaking up before anyone else could.

“You’re saying that each team of a ten team Kingdom gets ten per cent of Hell’s resources, and that by letting the Vikings join us, America will willingly part with ten per cent of those resources once Hell is conquered.” Arthur pointed out, getting a nod from Shaun.

“Ten per cent at minimum if you’ll recall. If only five teams are ever recruited then you’ll all gain twenty per cent with each team, for example. As it is, joining now gets their collection of countries a third of the profit… and Hell holds planets apparently.” Shaun reminded, and that got everyone there thinking.

“I see… it makes sense if you think about it in that regard. Ten per cent of a hundred sounds like a little until you consider that we are counting in ‘planets worth of resources’.” Karlie admitted, looking at the Vikings who were contemplating.

“Exactly. Arthur and his teams get six more members who they can rely on, they’ll be able to travel through the Dungeon in a safer, faster manner, and the Vikings guarantee their homelands profits… win-win huh?” Shaun asked with that grin, getting a glare from the Guild Master of Denmark.

“You’re insufferable. Tell your wife I say hi, and that I admire her for putting up with you. Edzard, come on, we need to talk to the prime ministers.” Karlie walked out, the Vikings following.

“Oh, do you guys or your families need English lessons? I’m just asking in case I need to arrange anything.” Shaun asked just before the Vikings left, the group of men laughing at Shaun’s question.

“No need mister Fife.” One of the Vikings spoke with a chuckle, much like Edzard his English had very little to no accent.

“As a matter of fact, all four countries in the Scandinavian Coalition speak English really well.” Another spoke, fluently, leaving Shaun to just stare for a bit.

“It is quite strange actually, especially considering this country has a different form of English from the rest of the world…” one of the others spoke, a mischievous smile on his face while one of his friends patted his shoulder.

“You might say that we could even teach you how the rest of the world uses it?” a fourth member added before the last one who hadn’t spoken chimed in.

“Rather, it was a bit insulting that he thought we might need the lessons in the first place, mister Fife, you might want to do research on the countries you deal with next time.” The final member pointed out as Edzard bellowed with laughter, leaving the room.

Shaun just stared, his face a bit red as he realized what he had just done, leaving Einherjar to laugh at him, Arthur especially going out of his way to even point and laugh.

It was around this time Jotun stuck their heads into the room, seeing the strongest Guild Master chasing around the members of Einherjar while waving a sword around. You know, the usual.

It would be later in the week that the Vikings would officially join Valhalla (the Kingdom) and enter this strange dynamic, upping the number of members from twelve to eighteen.

But before that happened, Karlie had to speak to Edzard to question him on the abilities of the American Chosen.

“He is a monster in human flesh. But at least he is on our side.”

Edzard’s testimony did not calm down Karlie, or any of the listening Prime Ministers.

It didn’t calm them down at all… but hey, like Edzard said.

At least Arthur was on the side of humanity.

It was like that old adage of how one man’s terrorist was another man’s freedom fighter… Arthur truly could have been dangerous.

Eddie, looking at the newspaper declaring the Scandinavian Chosen joining Valhalla, could attest to that… his little brother was scary after all.

Arthur Clive

Level: 113 (B-Rank)

Class: Melding Sorcerer- Grants one stat point to Strength and two stat points to Wisdom per level

Gives Soul Melding Skill

Anima

Starving Cutlass

Coat of Recovery

Anima Skills

No Change

Primary Element: Lightning

Other Element(s): Darkness, Mind

Personal Skills

Tactician V (223/250) - increases Wisdom by 30% (total 145%)

Sword Sage III (231/500)- Any bladed weapon deals 40% extra damage

Soul Sight III (247/500) - Allows insight beyond mortality

Dual Wielding V (188/250) - Greater use of two weapons

Lightning Elemental IV (211/400) - Use supplementary lightning spells

Quick Reflexes V (189/250)- Increases Dexterity by 30%

Hunter III (41/300) - Increases damage against previously killed enemies.

Regenerator II (37/100)- increases Vitality by 15%

Soul Melding (3%)- Approach Unity

Stats

Strength: 155

Dexterity: 165 (214)

Intelligence: 76

Wisdom: 200 (290)

Endurance: 76

Vitality: 155 (178)