Jordan's consciousness appeared amid a dense, untamed wilderness, the air thick with the scent of earth and pine. Trees loomed around him, ancient and gnarled, branches clutching the sky like skeletal fingers. The sunlight that filtered through the canopy wasn't the natural golden rays; it was slightly blue, an eerie, underwater vibe that bathed the forest in an unnatural glow. Shadows stretched longer than they should, moving with a strange sluggishness as if reluctant to release their hold on the ground as the blue star passed through the sky. The shadows were darker than what Jordan was used to, swallowing the world that stood in their path; even Jordan.
But Jordan wasn't "standing" in this forest. He wasn't even solid.
His form was something else entirely: an amorphous presence, a sentient wisp of existence that defied physicality. He had no hands to touch, no legs to walk, yet he could see. Not through eyes the way a human would. His awareness was somewhat omnidirectional, shifting with the barest flicker of thought, granting him a sense of space beyond a mere forward-facing perspective. It was freeing in some ways but also unsettling. He observed his surroundings slowly, watching for anything. The dark forest felt alive… with something.
Moving was easier than when he was trapped in that void. There he had been weightless and without reference, spinning in endless darkness. Here, at least, there was ground, trees, sky. Things to navigate by. He drifted effortlessly, gliding past the massive trunks of varying trees and plants. His incorporeal form phasing through branches and undergrowth like mist dispersing on the wind. He was completely unseen.
Still, that gnawing, unshakable grief weighed on him. A wound deeper than flesh, carved into the very essence of his being. Everything he had ever known… was gone. His body. His life. And worst of all, the memory of Chase's attack landing.
Jordan still saw it, the flash of the knife, the cold gleam of steel plunging into his chest. The raw, unfiltered agony of it. The betrayal of Alex choosing that guy… the guy who did this… it burned hotter than the pain. All the years, all the struggles of Jordan's life were ripped away in an instant. He hadn't even had the chance to fight back as the blue screen popped up in his face. One moment, he had a future; the next… he was nothing.
But now? Now, he was something else.
He didn't know what yet, but the system, the thing that had rewritten reality, had changed him. That cold blue screen had once labeled him human, but now it was blood-red, angrier, and proclaiming him a monster.
He wanted to ignore it, to pretend it didn't matter. But it did. That word… monster. It was something he didn't like.
And then, as if responding to his thoughts, the red screen materialized before him. Not outwardly for others to see, but in the center of his awareness. It demanded his attention.
WELCOME TO PRIMARIS-1. MONSTER WORLD.
System-calculated corrections have placed you on Primaris-1 as a replacement for your planet (Earth's) tutorial.
"Primaris-1?" The words echoed in his mind, his very being vibrating with confusion. "What the fuck?"
More lines of text scrolled across the red interface.
Primaris-1 is inhabited by various monsters of all classes and levels.
A dangerous and highly volatile environment compared to your planet, Primaris-1 will be your first step as a Monster in the Multiverse.
Good luck…
And then, just as suddenly as it appeared, the red screen flickered out, leaving him alone again in the stillness of the forest. For a moment, the world was quiet. Too quiet.
Then, a deep, guttural growl rumbled through the trees.
Jordan froze, his presence instinctively pulling inward as an inhuman roar shattered the eerie calm. Twigs snapped, and leaves rustled as something big moved in the undergrowth. And it wasn't alone.
For the first time since waking in this world, a new sensation crept into his formless being: fear.
Jordan instinctively drifted into the cover of a dense cluster of trees, his formless essence weaving between the towering trunks like mist curling in the morning air. The guttural snarls of the unseen beasts sent a ripple of tension through him, a deeply ingrained survival instinct that clashed with his new, uncertain nature. He had no heart to hammer in his chest, no lungs to hold breath… yet he felt the raw, primal urge to hide, to shrink away from whatever prowled the undergrowth. Then, heavy footsteps.
The ground trembled beneath the weight of something massive approaching from the left of his awareness. Jordan turned his focus just as a hulking, feline monstrosity emerged from the shadows of the trees. It was unlike any predator he had ever seen. Its sheer size alone made his presence feel minuscule.
It stood easily the size of a small truck, its muscular frame rippling beneath pale, yellowish, furless skin. Skin that bore the jagged scars of countless battles. Its body was corded with power, every movement a display of lethal precision. Twin saber-like fangs, each as long as a man's forearm, curved down from its upper jaw like polished ivory daggers. Its thick, sinewy tail lashed behind it, slicing through the tall forest brush as it prowled forward with the kind of lethal grace only a top-tier predator could possess.
Jordan coiled into himself, pulling his presence deeper into the thick trees, pressing his incorporeal form into the very essence of the bark, as if sheer will alone could make him smaller. If he had lungs, he would be holding his breath, but all he could do was wait, frozen, utterly silent.
Then, another set of footsteps. Closer. Too close.
Jordan barely had time to process it before a second beast stepped forward, its monstrous paws crushing leaves and twigs barely a foot away from where the first stood.
It stopped.
Jordan's awareness flared in alarm as the beast turned its massive skull toward him.
Glowing, slitted, yellow eyes pierced the space he occupied. It was staring right at him.
A pulse of panic flooded his thoughts. His instincts screamed at him to flee, to whisk away like smoke before the wind, but something about the way the creature was looking at him didn't make sense.
It wasn't poised to pounce. Its muscles weren't tensing for a strike. It simply… looked.
Jordan felt the first flickers of motion as his form began to instinctively drift, the very edges of his awareness shifting like the barest ripple in the air, and that was when the beast simply turned away.
Just like that. No alarm. No interest. It gave him no more acknowledgment than a breeze rustling past its whiskers.
Jordan remained utterly still, thoughts reeling. It didn't see him. Not in the way a predator saw prey. Not in the way a living thing perceived another entity in its space. To that monstrous feline, Jordan was nothing.
The two saber-toothed beasts rumbled to one another in deep, guttural tones before padding off toward the sound of rushing water, their heavy footfalls fading into the distance.
Jordan remained where he was, bewildered, unnerved, and utterly perplexed. Then, the realization truly set in. He wasn't on Earth anymore. He was on Primaris-1… a monster planet? His mind surged with panic as the implications of that thought hit him in his core. How would he ever get home? How would he get back to his family and his friends? Would he even want to get back to his friends after what happened? He knew his initial thoughts were angry and that they truly were not to blame for Chase's actions. But still… he was furious, and he could do nothing to quell this emotion. Now he was this… thing
And then, in the lingering silence, a single question burned in his mind. What exactly is a Wraith?
A sudden flicker of red light appeared before Jordan, the glowing screen materializing in his vision like a pulse of phantom energy. His thoughts twisted toward it instinctively, drawing up the details as if summoned by his will.
[Status Screen]
Jordan Robberts
Race: Monster
Class: Wraith
Level: 1
XP to Next Level: 0 XP
Wraith
Class Description: Invisible and extremely volatile. Wraiths are born from extreme acts of violence. Their existence is a rare phenomenon, requiring multiple contributing factors. A soul murdered and torn from the world before its time, cursed to return over and over… until it is laid to rest. More powerful variants emerge if fire is involved in the destruction of the body.Typically unseen forces of wrath and vengeance, lesser Wraiths lack the ability to interact with the physical world. However, as they grow in power, they gain the ability to possess the living, manipulate objects, and even manifest a physical form. Their strength is drawn from the fear of their victims and sheer force of will.
Jordan's mind sharpened. So that cat never even saw me?
His thoughts flickered, and the status page shifted in response.
Skill: Poltergeist (Common)
Poltergeists are said to possess a variety of supernatural abilities, including telekinesis, levitation, and the ability to create disruptive noises. They are often associated with spectral movement, invisibility, and manipulation of the physical world.
Note:
Skill 1 of the Wraith Skill Tree.No physical damage can be done directly to living entities, as Level 1 Wraiths lack a corporeal form.Regaining a physical form will alter the function of Skill: Poltergeist.
Drifting forward, Jordan followed the two massive saber-toothed monsters as they prowled through the dark desolate forest, their powerful shoulders rolling with each step. Their muscular frames, rippling beneath scarred skin, moved with a terrifying grace that belied their sheer size. They navigated the shadowy underbrush effortlessly, their heavy paws making only the faintest sound against the soft, leaf-littered ground.
The forest opened ahead into a clearing, where a rushing river cut through the gloomy landscape, its waters surging and wild. The scent of damp stone and crushed foliage filled the air as the two beasts made their way toward a substantial waterfall that plunged over a jagged cliff. The drop was at least 300 feet.
The water, a thundering wall of white and grey, churned violently as it crashed onto the jagged rocks below. The misty spray rose like a ghostly shroud, curling into the lower trees at the bottom of the falls.
Jordan hovered behind them, watching as the two creatures lingered at the water's edge, their slitted eyes scanning the river with an unnerving intent. Were they hunting? Waiting? Searching for something?
Then, an idea struck him. Time to test his skill.
He focused. Somewhere deep within his formless essence, something unfurled, like claws of unseen force stretching out toward the physical world. Jordan willed Poltergeist to activate. Immediately, the forest responded.
A deep tremor ran through the trees around them. Leaves rustled without wind. Branches swayed violently as if seized by unseen hands. A low, thrumming pressure built in the air, like static before a storm. Then, rocks trembled. Jagged stones near the waterfall's edge began to quake, shifting with an unnatural force.
The two beasts whipped around, ears flattening, their muscles tensing as eerie, unseen wrath seeped into the atmosphere. To them, it was as if the very forest had come alive in fury. Their bodies stiffened, primal instincts screaming at them to flee, but they had nowhere to run.
Jordan felt it. That unseen grip he had over the world. The power to move, to shake and disrupt.
One of the cats let out a deep, wary growl, its massive skull turning, searching the empty space where Jordan lingered. It couldn't see him. But it could sense something.
Then, the rocks gave way. The ground beneath the hind legs of one beast suddenly crumbled, and before it could react, its rear paws slipped out from under it.
A startled, guttural snarl tore from its throat as it desperately clawed at the ground, its hooked claws dug into crumbling stone. It scrambled for purchase, muscles bulging with strain, but the earth beneath it was already breaking apart.
A moment later, the last stone fell free. Gravity took hold, and the beast plunged into the raging river. Its body vanished beneath the current right at the edge of the waterfall.
The surviving cat watched in helpless horror as its companion was swept forward with terrifying speed, tumbling toward the inevitable drop. It took only four seconds. Then… impact.
The monstrous saber-tooth collided with the jagged rocks below, its body impaled and shattered upon impact. The sickening crunch of bones and flesh being torn apart echoed through the canyon, swallowed swiftly by the relentless roar of the falls.
Dead… instantly.
Jordan lingered in the air above, watching in silence.
For the first time, he truly was beginning to understand what he was. A force unseen. A whisper of destruction. A thing that could not be touched, but could touch the world.
And as the surviving cat bolted into the trees, terror rippling off its form, Jordan felt its fear. A slow, deep pull in his being, siphoning off the dread that had built inside the feline. His first taste of power.
Jordan narrowed his focus. The implications were unmistakable. He was a ghost, a thing of presence rather than flesh. The creatures had no idea he existed. He was unseen, untouchable, a force of nature rather than a man.
His crimson screen materialized before him once more, casting an eerie red glow over the darkened forest (from Jordan's point of view). The text burned into his vision like some divine decree.
You have defeated:
Sabretooth Mountain Lion
Level: 7
XP Earned: 600
A deep, resonant groan reverberated through his consciousness, like the tolling of a cursed bell or the echo of something vast and unseen shifting in the void. The weight of unseen forces stirred around him, and new words flooded his status screen.
You have reached Level 2
You have reached Level 3
Another prompt followed in swift succession, the letters shimmering in crimson light.
Upon reaching new levels, you have the option to unlock a new class skill or upgrade an existing skill.
Option 1: Select new skill
Option 2: Upgrade existing skill
You currently have two skill points.
Jordan smirked at the revelation. "Two skill points, huh? Interesting," he spoke to himself in the unseen world he occupied.
But before he could linger on the thought, his gaze flicked toward the surviving sabretooth mountain lion. It was pacing now, its massive paws pressing into the forest floor, muscles tense beneath its fur as it sniffed the air cautiously. It was searching, hunting for the source of the unseen terror that had just obliterated its companion. From its perspective, the presence had simply vanished.
Jordan narrowed his focus, willing Poltergeist to activate once more. But this time, instead of shaking the environment, he directed his energy toward the beast itself.
The reaction was immediate. The great cat's hide bristled as though an invisible claw had run down its spine. A deep, guttural growl rumbled from its throat, its fangs bared at the empty darkness of this forest. It crouched, muscles coiling, tail razor-straight. And then, without warning… it bolted.
Jordan blinked. Well… he did the ghostly version of a blink. A double take I guess would be more appropriate for whatever Wraith-ly expression he gave. Basically, he was surprised.
The beast was gone, disappearing into the dense underbrush without looking back.
His screen still hovered before him, its words burning into his vision, but Jordan barely noticed. A realization settled over him, cold and undeniable.
He had failed.
His power had frightened the creature, but it had done nothing more than scare it away. It hadn't attacked, it hadn't fallen. It had simply fled. Jordan's thoughts clenched as his mind raced over the details. Then, his mind landed on a crucial phrase from before.
No physical damage can be done directly to living entities, as Level 1 Wraiths lack a corporeal form.
"Well... shit!"
The realization struck like a hammer to the skull. He had miscalculated. It was literally written in the skill description, but he hadn't fully grasped what it meant until now. He couldn't just reach out and telekinetically hurl a living creature to its doom. Not yet, anyway. There were rules to this.
A small, mischievous voice in the back of his mind whispered, It'd be pretty badass if I could just grab someone and fling their ass over a cliff.
He chuckled under his breath. "Maybe if it gets stronger… if I get stronger…"
With that, Jordan pulled his status screen up again and examined his skill points.
Skill Point Allocation
Option 1: Select new Skill
Option 2: Upgrade existing skill
Upgrade existing skill.
Poltergeist has been upgraded from Common to Uncommon.
The description shifted, words reshaping themselves before his eyes.
Poltergeist (Uncommon)
Poltergeists are said to possess a variety of supernatural abilities, including psychokinesis, levitation, and the power to create disruptive noises that instill fear. Wraiths are closely associated with spectral movement, invisibility, and the manipulation of the physical world. All psychokinetic power and fear induction are moderately increased.
Note:
• Skill 1 of the Wraith Skill Tree.
• No physical damage can be done directly, as Level 3 Wraiths still lack a corporeal form.
• Regaining a physical form will alter the function of Skill: Poltergeist.
Jordan's eyes lingered on a single line in the update. Psychokinetic power.
"Now that's interesting." He had a lot of questions about how that would work, but he still had another point to spend.
Option 1: Select new skill.
Skills Available:
Visibility – Allows the Wraith to manifest visibly to enemies. Let them see you… and fear.
Psionic Scream – Emits a piercing wail that reverberates directly into the minds of victims. Psionic energy fuels the attack, its intensity scaling with the user's willpower.
Possession – Enter the body of a targeted victim, taking complete control of their physical form.
Note: Cannot possess targets that are 10 levels or more above your current level.
Jordan's gaze lingered on the first option. It was an odd thing to see visibility as a skill. His natural state as a Wraith seemed to be complete invisibility, so the idea that he could choose to be seen intrigued him. It had potential, maybe for deception or intimidation, but it wasn't what he needed right now.
No, there was only one real choice. Possession. If he could physically take over another body, then he could manipulate a situation in entirely new ways. He could use his enemies against one another, orchestrate their demise from within, and leave no trace of his involvement.
His mind flickered back to the two sabretooth lions. If he had Possession earlier, he could have turned one against the other, made it attack, driven it to the edge, and forced it to leap to its death. The possibilities spun through his mind.
But then, a new question arose.
What happens if the body I'm possessing dies while I'm still inside it?
Jordan smirked. "Guess it's time to find out."
He mentally selected Possession and confirmed his choice.
New Skill Acquired: Possession
As a Wraith, you can enter and control a target's body, assuming full command over their physical form. You can walk, talk, and act as the victim for a limited duration based on their level.
Restrictions:
• Cannot possess targets that are 10 levels or more above your own.
• Maximum possession time: 10 minutes.
• Minimum possession time at a 10-level difference: 1 minute.
• Cooldown: 10 minutes.
Jordan's grin widened as he read the description.
"This is gunna be fun."
The hours stretched on, Jordan drifting silently through the forest like a shadow unmoored from the world. He was an unseen specter, a presence without form, waiting, watching. But nothing stirred. No animals darted from the brush. No unsuspecting prey blundered into his awareness. It was as if the wilderness itself recoiled from him, sensing his unnatural presence and retreating before he could so much as register them.
He frowned, or at least, he would have, had he still possessed a face. Was he emitting something? A silent, invisible signal of doom? Some primal instinct woven deep into the fabric of nature warning all living things to flee before they even knew what they were running from? He doubted that was the case. He was only level 3 after all.
His awareness spread outward like an invisible tide, reaching roughly twenty, maybe thirty feet in all directions. But beyond that, he was blind from the density of the forest. If anything skittered outside that range, he wouldn't know it unless he moved.
Then, movement above through the canopy. His focus snapped upward, tracking the silhouettes darting through gaps in the trees. Birds. High above him, their dark shapes cut through the dull light filtering between the branches. They were far too high for him to reach, hovering just beyond his grasp like everything else in this strange half-existence.
His first instinct was to climb, but he had no hands. No body to heave himself up. Just his will.
Then he remembered. Poltergeist.
There had been something in its description about levitation. He'd assumed it meant he could manipulate objects, but what if it applied to himself? What if he could move—truly move, not just drift along the ground like a Walmart bag aught in the wind?
He focused. Willed himself to rise. The sensation was immediate. The weightlessness he'd felt when he first awoke in this form, untethered and adrift in the void, returned. But now, it was directed… controlled. He was lifting. Rising without resistance, his formless presence gliding through the air, higher and higher. The ground fell away beneath him.
For the first time since his death, a sense of exhilaration pulsed through him. He was flying.
This… this is something. He thought to himself.
He ascended through the tangled web of branches, slipping effortlessly between them. A raven swept past, its glossy black feathers rippling in the dappled light. The other birds paid no mind, oblivious to the entity that had drifted into their world.
Jordan grinned inwardly.
"All right… time to become a little birdy."
He fixed his gaze on one particular creature perched a few feet away, its head bobbing in that quick, twitchy way birds had, scanning the world with tiny, sharp eyes.
He activated the skill.
Nothing happened.
The bird continued its preening, ruffling its feathers, unconcerned.
Jordan scowled… or again, would have if he still had a face. Am I doing something wrong?
Then, the bird froze. It turned its head sharply, cocking it toward him. A single, unblinking yellow eye locked onto his position. An impossible, piercing gaze staring directly at him.
Jordan lunged forward with his will, forcing the skill to activate. Possession!
This time, it took.
His world rushed.
He felt himself hurtling forward, shrinking as he closed the distance, his consciousness compacting, compressing, narrowing into a singular point. The bird's golden eye expanded in his vision until it was all he could see, a brilliant abyss that swallowed him whole.
Darkness.
Then… feeling.
A sharp, immediate awareness, unlike anything he'd known since his death. His chest expanded, lungs filled with air, real air. His body balanced, perched delicately on a branch. A heartbeat… a rapid, frantic rhythm that thumped in his chest.
Jordan took a step.
His foot was clawed, gripping against the bark. Instinctively, he adjusted his weight, shifting in a way that felt alien yet entirely natural somehow. He shuffled sideways, his movements awkward, legs bending in strange directions. Then he tried lifting his arms, except they weren't arms. His wings unfurled, stretching unevenly, crooked at the joints.
The sensation was… bizarre. His mind rebelled against it, expecting limbs that bent in human ways, expecting fingers that flexed and grasped. Instead, his "arms" responded differently. More rigid yet flexible in a way that felt right for this form.
He tested them, adjusting, feeling out the muscle memory that wasn't his own but belonged to the body he now inhabited.
"Holy shit…"
His voice didn't come out. He had no voice, not in this form. It was more internal dialogue. But that didn't stop the wild, breathless thrill flooding through him. He had done it. He was inside. He was the bird. And now… now it was time to see just how far he could push this.
Perched on the branch, Jordan's new perspective made the world feel enormous. The trees stretched skyward like towering monoliths, their canopies shifting with the wind in slow, hypnotic waves. Every leaf seemed vast, every twig a precarious foothold. He was no longer the looming, unseen specter drifting through the woods. Now, he was something small, fragile, confined to flesh and feather. The disorienting shift in scale sent a jolt of anxiety through him, but beneath that, there was something else. Excitement.
For the first time since his body was ripped away from him, he felt grounded. He had shape. He had weight. He had breath. He was real again.
The sensation was intoxicating. Jordan had always been a physical being. He thrived on pushing his limits: lifting heavier, running faster, and outlasting everyone. His whole life had been a quiet, relentless pursuit of dominance, an obsession with not just being strong in one aspect but in every aspect. He trained harder than the gym rats who thought a single bench press PR made them gods. He ran faster and farther than the so-called marathoners at work who boasted about their half-marathon times but couldn't deadlift their own body weight. He never bragged, never sought validation, he just worked, honing himself into something unstoppable. Looking at everyone else as less than he was physically. And then, in an instant, he lost everything.
That knife had cut more than his flesh. It severed him from everything he had built, reducing him to a formless entity drifting in the void. He could still see the memory of the Earth. The way it was twisting, burning, transforming into something unrecognizable. A swirling inferno of molten rock. If his body had still been there, it had long since been turned to ash by the flames of the "Flux Event"… whatever the fuck that was.
But now, now he was standing again… just in the body of a bird. It wasn't his body, but it was something.
Jordan felt a grin form in his mind. Alright. Time to fly.
He spread his wings. It felt strange, familiar in some ways, utterly alien in others. They moved like arms, but not really. They were lighter and flexible in ways his human limbs had never been. The wind ruffled through his feathers as he crouched, shifting his weight forward.
And then he leaped. For half a second, it was exhilarating. Then, gravity yanked him down like an anvil.
Jordan barely had time to process his mistake before he plummeted, his wings flaring out uselessly, feathers scattering as he spiraled like a crumpled paper airplane. He twisted, flapped awkwardly, but it was too late. His little bird body slammed into the ground with a sickening thud.
Pain exploded through his tiny frame.
"Ah, fu…"
The wind had been knocked out of him. He gasped, tiny lungs struggling to suck in air. His beak clacked uselessly, his wings flopping against the dirt as his dazed bird brain tried to process what the hell had just happened.
For a moment, Jordan just lay there, stunned. Then, as the shock faded, he started laughing; actually laughing, full-bodied and uncontrollable. It was ridiculous. Absolutely, utterly ridiculous. He had just possessed a bird and then, without hesitation, immediately walked it off a tree.
"Oh man," he wheezed between laughs, "he's gunna feel that in the morning."
Eventually, after what felt like forever, the pain dulled to an ache. Jordan twitched his wings experimentally, but before he could even think about trying again, he felt something shift inside him. A tug. A pulling sensation. His connection to the bird was breaking. His vision wavered, the edges of his awareness stretching like a rubber band. And then, with a sudden, jarring snap, he was flung free.
Jordan reeled back into his usual formless state, an unseen specter once more. The sudden loss of sensation left him disoriented. The wind no longer brushed against him. The ground was no longer beneath his feet. He was back to being a shapeless, invisible presence in the forest.
Below him, the bird wobbled in the dirt like it had just been sucker-punched by reality itself. For a second, Jordan actually thought he had killed it. Then, with a few pathetic, flapping attempts, the bird found its footing and awkwardly stumbled forward. It shook itself off, feathers puffing out in a ruffled mess. And then, without a second thought, it took flight, flapping its way back up into the branches as if nothing had happened.
Jordan watched it go, amused.
It didn't seem afraid. It didn't even seem aware of what had just happened. But then again… it was just a bird.
He chuckled to himself, hovering idly in the dark. I wonder what level that bird was.
Without missing a beat, Jordan's red screen flared to life again. This time, it didn't hover in his periphery like before, but it zipped straight to his face, shrinking down into a compact, translucent rectangle. The corners of the screen still held a faint red haze, like glowing embers in the dark, but the center remained see-through, framing the world beyond it.
Jordan frowned. It was almost like a targeting window, a lock-on reticle in a game. His gaze flicked toward the raven still perched in the tree, and the red-tinted rectangle snapped to match his line of sight, boxing the bird in perfectly.
"Is this thing tracking what I'm looking at?"
Before he could ponder the mechanics further, text flooded the transparent window in sharp, clean lettering.
Race: Beast
Class: Raven
Level: 1
Jordan raised an eyebrow. "That's it?" he muttered under his breath. "Race, class, and level? Seems kinda barebones…"
As if in response to his skepticism, the rectangle suddenly split in two, a second translucent screen peeling away from the first and sliding to the left of the raven. More text scrolled down the new panel, breaking into a neat, organized description.
Forest Raven: A common beast found in most wooded environments and nearly anywhere trees are present. Primarily hunts insects and small rodents for sustenance. As ravens increase in level, so do their physical size and resilience. Level 1 ravens are the most abundant and are highly vulnerable to all forms of physical and non-physical damage.
Jordan exhaled sharply through his nose, watching the words as they finished populating.
"So… just a bird," he muttered. His eyes flicked back to the raven, which was preening its feathers, completely oblivious to the fact that it had been momentarily possessed by an invisible force.
Jordan crossed his metaphorical arms. "I wonder what the big ones are like?"
The thought sent a ripple of curiosity through him. If low-level creatures were this fragile, what would happen when they leveled up? How big could a raven get? Could there be ones the size of dogs? Wolves? Hell, what if there were some the size of a damn horse?
A slow grin spread across his nonexistent face. "Now that would be something worth seeing."
With that, Jordan continued forward into this strange and mysterious world that surrounded him. The forest was like an organism in itself. It crept around him, watching, waiting as he too watched, completely unseen by any poor thing that crossed paths with him. He lost himself in the small excitements of this new life. He just tried not to think too much about everything he had just lost. Though... it never left the deepest parts of his consciousness. There, at his core... sat unquenched rage. It was waiting to be unleashed.