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... ities.

'One of the windows had told me to distribute my demonic power across my skills, how does that work?'

<You are actually quite attentive my master, imagine it this way. As you evolve, your demonic energy increases. You can put your demonic energy points into your new skills or unlock demonic skills>

'And how many points do I have?'

<You currently have 30 demonic points, what do you intend to do?

'Show me which skills I can unlock.

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