The spectating crowd were still in a pin drop silence, the eruption of cheers and jeers, never came. Instead, a bewildered hush settled over the spectators, broken only by the rhythmic thuds of distant duels echoing from other corners of the arena. Atticus surveyed the scene with a practiced calmness. He hadn't anticipated such an abrupt end to the fight as he had limited his strength and didn't even use spirit qi, but the outcome, while surprising to others, was within his expectations.Slowly, he picked up Fang's fallen axe, the polished metal gleaming faintly in the dim light filtering through the grimy windows lining the arena walls. The fight wasn't exactly top tier or tasking but a sense of calm satisfaction still washed over him. He had secured the Nightshade essence which was always his anyway, and more importantly, he was about to get more spirit stones from the compensation that Fang was supposed to put down.The alchemist, finally regaining his composure, shuffled towards
The figures huddled in a tight circle, their hushed whispers weaving a tapestry of foreign syllables that echoed off the damp stone walls. The flickering torchlight cast grotesque shadows that danced across the chamber, lending an air of unease to the proceedings. While the guttural chants held a rhythmic cadence, there was no visible response – no tremor in the earth, no celestial flicker in the darkness above. To a casual observer, it might have appeared a mere charade, an elaborate performance devoid of any true power. Yet, a closer inspection revealed the raw desperation etched on the faces of the figures, a stark contrast to the practiced pronouncements spilling from their lips. Perhaps it was a desperate prayer, a plea to unseen forces for a power they could neither comprehend nor control.One figure, adorned in a long crimson robe that shimmered with threads of gold, rose from the circle. His regal bearing stood out starkly against the hunched forms of his companions. He raised
Atticus had arrived back at the academy and went straight to his dorm as usual. Since he got to the academy there weren't many places he ever had to visit except the food court, classes and the library which he had not been to in a while. His plan was to currently get to his dorm and clean up himself before heading to the arcanist lab which was used for spell craft creation enchantment. The materials he needs for his full enchantment of his weapon he's obviously not complete but he was only planning to go to the arcane lab to create the framework for the main enchantment using the materials on ground. He would have to convert some of the materials to ink for inscription while others to spirit essence for strength the runes with special effect. It was a delicate process and would need focus and failsafes in case anything went wrong, this was the point of an arcane lab. Atticus pushed open the door of his dorm room, the familiar scent of stale parchment and polished wood washing ove
The rising sun cast a golden glow through the lab's high windows, painting the intricate runes on Atticus's workspace with a warm light. A satisfied sigh escaped his lips as he surveyed the completed framework – a complex web of glowing symbols etched onto the table's surface. It wasn't the final enchantment, not by a long shot. The crucial Griffon Core and other materials remained elusive, but this foundation, meticulously planned and honed through the night's unexpected collaboration, was a significant step forward.He pocketed his tools, the familiar weight a comforting reminder of his progress. His spirit transmission disc buzzed insistently in his pocket. With a sigh, he retrieved the device and tapped into the transmission."Where the hell are you?" Xu Hua's voice crackled through the speaker, laced with a sharp edge of impatience. "The taskforce has already gathered, and the deployment tokens are about to be distributed.""I'm on my way, already," Atticus replied, his voice ca
The airships, sleek and aerodynamic vessels powered by intricate spirit stones, hummed with anticipation as they lifted off from the expansive training grounds. Below, the Blue Sword Dao Academy sprawled like a miniature city, its majestic structures gleaming in the morning sun. Atticus, standing at the railing alongside his team, felt a pang of nostalgia wash over him. This place had been his haven for the past year, a crucible where he had honed his skills and discovered his potential..well not really since his potential was solely due to the system but he still his spell craft skills had improved thanks to the academy. Now, he was venturing out into the vast unknown, the weight of responsibility a heavy mantle on his shoulders for he now had a team to look out for...this reminded him so much of his previous life which he found himself forgetting about day but day.The journey to the city was a blur of rolling green hills, shimmering rivers, and towering mountain ranges. As they sai
Excitement crackled in the air as Team Onyx stepped out of the Demon Hunters' Guild. The weight of their newfound responsibility settled comfortably on their shoulders, mixed with a thrill for the adventure that lay ahead. Atticus, ever the leader, addressed his team, a mischievous glint in his eyes."Alright everyone," he announced, "let's get down to business. We would have to scout a bit for information and also get a map of the town we would probably be taking out or mission. Time to stretch our muscles."Xu Hua, ever the firebrand, snorted. "About time! Let's get this show on the road. Who knows, maybe we'll even crack the top ten on that fancy board of."Li Wei, still clinging to a sliver of nervousness, offered a hesitant smile. Chen Yi simply nodded once more, his hand already reaching for a worn scroll tucked away in his pack – no doubt containing vital information on demon slaying tactics and broader Information on the spectrals."I just hope Xu Hua doesn't start getting all
Taking a deep breath, Atticus adjusted the straps of his backpack and set off in the direction of the warehouse district, a desolate section of the city notorious for its abandoned buildings and criminal activity. The once vibrant warehouses now stood like skeletal sentinels, their windows gaping maws in the fading light. As he ventured deeper into the district, the air grew thick with a shroud of decay and neglect. The only sounds were the occasional creak of a rusty door hinge or the skittering of unseen vermin in the shadows.His mind raced with strategies. He needed a plan to infiltrate the warehouse undetected, to steal the vial of Dreamweaver's Essence without alerting the Razor Claws, a ruthless gang known for their brutality and bloodthirsty reputation. Brokk's words echoed in his mind – "They have two spirit sovereign experts." This piece of information remained stuck in Atticus' mind, he was a little curious on how quickly he would be able to defeat a spirit sovereign. Tec
As Atticus was about to start going towards the tavern to hand over the vial to Brokk he felt the unmistakable sensation of demonic qi, heightening his senses. He followed the eerie energy to a dimly lit alley. And then it happened.A burst of crimson light flashed before him, distorting space itself. A red portal materialized, its edges shimmering with otherworldly energy. Atticus sensed the presence of several spectral demons on the other side.He knew that when demons emerged from such portals, their first order of business was to find a suitable host body. But that didn't mean they lacked offensive capabilities. Atticus had learned that not only spectrals crossed over; fleshly demons could breach the divide as well. Although these lesser demons were weaker than the demon kings, they still possessed strength comparable to core formation realm cultivators. Now, Atticus could feel the presence of several of these formidable beings emanating from the portal.Drawing his communication