A perfect comeback gift from the hex sent me falling into the cliff side,cracks loud enough for me to hear cleary echoed out from my body ached but not as bad as anything i had endured. I felt a bit relieved.
But still, it felt as if the hex was purposefully making me suffer like this. I shivered up as the breeze hit me. My clothes were torn and battered, not even rags could compare to it, just looking at it made me remember the promise i made entering the trial. I looked through the terrain, everything was just like saw it, except, my blood and dried up. The darkness of the abyss somehow seemed different, as i walked further away from the cliff, i followed a trail of bones till i found it. It looked roughened up, its fur was stained and haggard. Its eyes lost the fury i saw when i first met it, it was severely injured, and amongst it was one which i remembered very well.
The moment it saw me , fury filled his eyes, it struggled to stand up but still did. It lunged at me,but it was too slow and pitiful.
Forgotten King's blade
The moment the blade came to reality, it was different, its blade was broken in half and was on the verge of breaking completely, but it was far more than able to kill that bastard. A felt a surge of adrenaline build in my heart.
Before it reached me , i swung at it. A very unexpected counter left me shocked. The blade didn't leave a scratch on it. Still, i lunged forward, dodging its claws and tail.
I jumped over it and slashed its tail. It roared in pain then attacked me. The blade escaped my grasp, as black flames surged out from my palm. Its scream echoed in my ear as well as the voice of the hex.
[You have slain Twilight beast, pristine watcher]
[Absorbing residual energy]
[Your flame burns darker]
I felt the energy in me desperse, but something felt wrong, the feeling i thought i would feel wasn't there only a slight feeling of unfairness. I stared at my hand, what was this emotion ?
I shrugged off the feeling and looked at the blade, how was it still intact. Regardless of the rank, no known chronicle could still exist when it was this damaged. I tried to think but nothing came to mind. So i summoned the runes.
Name- ???
Title – [Holder of forgotten arts]
[Holder of forgotten arts]: Although forgotten, your body and soul remembers what you forgot. From a movement, to a trait, to even beyond the rankings of the world. Although insignificant, your art marks your identity.
Rank – Marked
Attributes-
Aspect – [Shadow's Blessings] & [???]
Shadows are not born, neither are they made. They just existed, from the light that spread through the dark. They aren't darkness but are the child of the dark. They watch and wait and follow their brethren. Shadows aren't gifts they are scars. Even though shadows are weak and useless, yours is of a being which should have never existed.
[???]- ???
It changed, the rank was expected, but why did the aspect description change, it was shocking but not as shocking as the second aspect. The only thing in its description was question marks,but still, it was unheard of. A second aspect.....
He kept his composure and continued reading.
Aspect Rank – Divine
Soul – Dormant
Traits –
[Lost] – A part of you is lost in the endless darkness and light within you. It hopes to be found, and you hope to find it. What is lost can always be found.
[Sealed] – A power lies chained in the deepest part of your soul, its seal frees you but also enchains you in the darkest horrors of your nightmares.
[Night Pierce] – Nothing can blind your sight.
[Shadow's Blessings] – Grants a shadow attributed trait upon ascension and enhances shadow affinity.
[Shadow kin]- You are the kin of the shadows, you are seen as a master, son and a brother. So you are able to interact with them and control them.
Rank- Divine
[Shadow devour]: You are able to collect shadows and store them, but they will always return to their origin.
Rank - Sole
[Shadow manipulation]: You are able to change the shape of the shadows you absorb.
Rank- Sole
Black flame: A flame which was buried in the darkest part of your soul, although it wished to be free, your lingering regret and fear buried it deeper and deeper. When your heart wished to be free and your emotions grew. It was freed. It might look like a flam but it is not. It is just a fragment of an energy that was forgotten.
Rank: divine
Other than shadow kin, shadow devour and shadow manipulation. Everything was the same, but still no real attack power. What remained on another league from those was the black flame. But the feeling he felt from it warned him never to touch it again, like it was something that would end up eating me completely. Somehow i was unsure of everything that was unveiling. He looked up then down then back at the runes.
Before he could continue reading, he smelled a sweet scent, something too distinct to be of this place. Like fruit placed in the middle of sand.A very sharp blade met his neck. He felt his blood ran cold as a voice echoed in his ear...
"Who are you"
Without thinking, he jumped forward, summoning the flame but before he even landed, a single thought echoed in his ear.
"Why did i use it"
And just like the answer to his question, the scent exploded into his body. He saw someone as the shadows rose up and the darkness seemed to shift into the abyss, a single person stuck out like an otherworldly presence, now he was marked, his body seemed yo know that she wasn't someone he could try to beat. She was .....a master.