91 Demon Lord Sequence Tree

About an hour later, Tucker's eyelids fluttered open in the dimly lit chamber. The rustic smell of damp earth and aged stone mingled in the air, creating an atmosphere of ancient mystery. He lay there for a moment, letting the effects of the mountain bear's blood he had ingested earlier seep into his veins, transforming him from within.

A small smile crept across Tucker's face as he felt a surge of newfound strength coursing through his body. He sat up, flexing his muscles, feeling the power.

"Remarkable," he murmured to himself. "Strength increased by about 40%, and my physical fitness and endurance by about 60%. This is a substantial transformation, indeed."

He paused, considering the implications. "It doesn't significantly enhance my witchcraft, but the boost in strength definitely improves the speed and reaction time when I combine my physical form with the shadow state. Overall, a pretty impressive improvement."