Siara landed in front of Dalis looking at him with shock, “How did you do that?” she asked it had taken her over a year to gain a skill that would allow her to do something similar, she was extremely surprised especially since she knew that he died when the Records descended and he had just back from the dead. “Not sure,” Dalis replied looking at his limp arm like it was a foreign part of his body, which it kinda was, “But I suppose that it was pretty cool huh?” he asked with a bashful smile. Siara looked away with a glint of amusement in her eye as she bent down to inspect the shredded pack. Dalis followed Siara’s gaze, before looking at the records he gained, a frown soon formed on his face which quickly turned into thoughtful look. ‘This is wrong, this was just a random mob but their lowest level was 7, but that isn’t the hardest part to believe, that hound in the lead was of the Monstrous rank, such beasts should be rare and hard to find,’ he though with a furrowed brow. He c

A short while later they walked down a small corridor and Siara open up a door.   It revealed a small room, with a bunk bed and a sink on the side, a small mirror hung on the wall and that was about it.   “Will I be bunking with someone?” Dalis asked looking at the bunk.   “No, most of the rooms here are empty, it’s all yours,” she said standing at the door.   “Before I go do you have any ideas for what you want in your made up story you’re going to tell everyone about how you survived?” she asked, it was a necessary lie they were going to have to tell.   Dalis shrugged, “I have no idea, but it just has to show that I’m smart,” he said stroking his chin with a thoughtful look.   Siara giggled and played with a few stands of her black hair that hung on the side of her face, “Why don’t you leave your story to me, I’m sure that I can think of something,” she sai

Night rolled over the enclosed settlement, the lights in buildings quickly went dark as curfew set in.   The quite hum of generators sung a soft tone, that caressed the night sky.   Sebastian sat by the window, taking puffs of burning tabac from his pipe, releasing plumes of smoke into the open sky as he looked to the stars.   He felt two soft hands wrap around him from the back, “Is something the matter dear, you seem out of sorts?” Layla, his wife asked with concern as she nestled her head on his shoulder.   “Is it something do with my niece, I noticed your strange behaviour today, don’t tell me this old lady has something to worry about?” she asked in a teasing tone.   Sebastian looked at Layla from the corner of his eye, the first thing catching his attention was the red lines on her face, proof of her Saldean descent.   At a glance she didn’t look old, p

Raylin’s eyes flickered away from Dalis as he looked to the status screen, “I honestly don’t know much about our current situation, I haven’t heard of such a case before, but I think I can conclude one thing,” he said with his tone serious.   “What would that be?” Dalis asked eagerly.   “The reason you’re in control of this body we share, is because of that trait of yours, ‘Almighty mind’,” he said his eye’s wondered over Dalis.   Dalis smiled proudly, “I suppose it is pretty impressive, huh,” he gloated.   “Impressive,” Raylin murmured, “If only it were just so…,” he said too soft for Dalis to hear him clearly.   “Did you say something?” Dalis asked.   Raylin shook his head and smiled lightly, “It’s even more impressive that you have two other traits, it’s a pity that the Records are hidden to me,” he said watching Dalis closely.   Dalis

Dalis ran his hands over the lines, those lines were a unique feature of the people in this world, the reason he possessed them was because of his Equanoxian heritage.   He looked up to his status screen and frowned upon looking at his two hidden traits.   The strange thing was he actually knew exactly what one of those traits were, it had to be the unique trait of his people, [Adaptor].   The proof of it was the lines on his face, one of the reason’s his people were feared in the universe was due that very racial trait.   If you wished to know if someone was an Equanoxian, the sad truth was you couldn’t, not unless they told you themselves.   The [Adaptor] trait allowed his people to easily adapt to any extreme environmental conditions, and by coming into contact with the blood of any natives from that world they could change their racial characteristics to blend in. &nb