‘Really?’ the Incarnate thought. He blinked twice while continuing to fondle his back, tracing the grooves in his flesh. ‘So Unique Qualities don’t have any cost for Spirit Essence at all.’The thought really made the Incarnate happy. He hadn’t been expecting that. It was understandable that he hadn’t, actually. Thankfully, the glowing tablet was finally helping him put the pieces together.Curiously though, it seemed the tablet – which he considered a representative of whatever managed this whole place, Prospect For Reincarnation – wasn’t drilling an innate sense of understanding in him for everything he wasn’t familiar with anymore like it had done when he first saw everything about his properties.Perhaps this was to make him learn through experience instead of babying him like before when, admittedly, it had been imperative that his lagging, mundane mind understand what all these concepts meant at a basic level.‘The difference between these two things… I suppose it makes sens
The Incarnate spent the next few hours revising and discovering everything he knew about his Unique Quality.We had thought he would have a difficult time because of his injuries, but his Demonling body infused with Spirit Essence allowed him to do this comfortably.His flesh clamped down on itself, covering the tears in his muscles. The Incarnate had even though he was slowly healing, but he decided to wait a little longer before deciding that that was what was happening.In any case, while his body felt sore, he could move around just fine.When testing more about his Hermetic Vault, he found that this power had a lot of ins and outs (pun intended) that could be extremely useful, and most of them stemmed from its description, which read:‘Allows the user to store and retrieve anything – any entity and the forces applied on them – within a two-meter radius, in a special, sealed chamber.’Apparently, the Incarnate didn’t need to touch something for it to be added to the vault. A
[You have successfully defeated the sons of Marar’bel and reached the Ainfidd Kingdom] [Your actions are being judged…] [You have been awarded 8 Incarnations Points for a splendid performance!] “What?” the Incarnate was stunned. However, in the name of caution, he quickly cast aside his curiosity and surveyed his surroundings. Getting distracted while in unfamiliar territory was a sure way to die a pathetic death in his experience. Thus, he prioritized studying his surroundings. To his surprise, he was standing around five meters away from a great slope that spotted both large, rough rocks and small bits of greenery like bushes and shrubs. All this was a little hard to see as the darkness of night was prevalent, making the Incarnate wonder if there was even a daytime in this place defined by daylight. It was starting to seem unlikely. The Incarnate had counted the days earlier by using the mechanics of the Hermetic Vault. When a new day began, he was able to add another five ite
The writing continued: ‘The celebrations are over. It’s now time for the King and Queen to decide what to do with the captives and the spoils. I only hope we don’t turn barbaric and torture these people for sport. Unlike those bastards, the Rikanja, who dared invade our nation to try and assassinate the royal family, we were the ones who took the Feraanites by surprise. I believe we should be less inclined to butcher them as though they are lowly pigs.’ Another paragraph began: * ‘Oh, gods! How can the King’s Council, men chosen to advise His Majesty, to give equal measures of morality and strategy suggest that we attack the vile Baniale`. It’s only been two weeks since we brought the Feraan under our banner. Thankfully, Alabas sees reason. I maintain that he is a wise king. He too is against this idea, but I think he may fold given how much pressure the council is piling up each day. What has gotten into them? Am I the only one among my peers to remain rational?’ Another: * ‘I
“…” The Incarnate was shocked by all this information. It both eased the bloated, heavy bag of questions he had and made it heavier, as the number of questions he had also swelled. So much could be gleaned from this record, this diary. The first thing the Incarnate had latched onto was Marar’bel’s identity. Marar’bel was the Queen of the Ainfidd Kingdom and her husband was King Alabas, the man whose name this Floor identified. All of a sudden, the Incarnate felt that the name ‘Ruins of the Deserted King Alabas’ made much more sense now. It seemed that the Ainfidd Kingdom was a stalwart nation with a mighty force and a mighty King, one that had tasted many victories against great foes. Yet, it fell because of this woman, Marar’bel and her influence. She had harbored her own goals and ideals, but knowing that she couldn’t expose them to the King, she instead puppeteered the King’s Councilmen to steer his decisions. To push forth her own agenda. What stood out particularly to the
Everything the Incarnate had seen so far spelled to him that a very, very long time had passed since the days when the Ainfidd Kingdom was still thriving.The armor of the fallen warriors in the sands was rusted to hell.The ancient structures he had seen when he first woke up on this Floor, large and seemingly not built for humans at all looked a little devastated.The skeletons he saw, and the mounds of sand also suggested a great passage of time.The Incarnate imagined that no less than a thousand years had passed since everything the councilman wrote happened.Had the King survived through a millennium in that darkness?He was a fearsome warrior, according to the text, given the moniker Flying Reaper Sword. Perhaps he still thrived.The only things that persisted wholly in this place, as the Incarnate had seen, were supernaturally-empowered weapons and beings.Of course, there was the roll of parchment in the Incarnate’s grasp at the moment. While it didn’t appear magical in anywa
The darkness unraveled modestly before the Valiant Subject’s Ward. It peeled from the Incarnate like a layer of dirt, leaving him feeling as though the world was basted with hope again.The Demonling had underestimated just how suffocating the darkness was. He had thought that perhaps it was simply the absence of light fitted through the uncanny power known as Sorcery, disallowing Alabas and his people from leaving Ainfidd, but it was a lot more than that.If one was drowned in it, all their senses would be voided.They would be crippled of their ability to perceive the world around them, and such a thing, which most people relied on for the majority of their lives wasn’t essential to keeping their sanity.The darkness was designed to inspire despair and terror, and the Incarnate was ashamed to even think about what would have happened if his shield hadn’t mysteriously warded away the sinister effect of the all-encompassing black.Speaking of this mystery, after Incarnate ^8001 recall
A great fissure stood before the Incarnate.It traced along the ground in a stunningly smooth fashion with minor chips visible on the edge before the Incarnate.However, rather than looking like it was caused by a natural phenomenon, it gave off an ominous feel.It was deep. Very deep.The Incarnate didn’t even dare to get too lost in its depth. The chips at the fissure’s edge which looked as though they were carved by a chisel after it had formed, made his skin crawl. After taking another step forward and feeling chunks of dirt falling into the fissure, the Incarnate was befuddled to see that he couldn’t identify its width.The allowance of the Valiant Subject’s Ward’s Enchantment couldn’t mark just how wide this gap in the ground was.‘Goodness…’The Incarnate backed away and moved to the left along the fissure.However, his hearts nearly stopped when he saw another fissure cutting across the first one and moving towards the way he had come!What in the world was this?To make matt