Everything makes sense, until they don’t. The thing that happened to Sylas hand and what followed with Brandon are things that should never have even happened. They have a sniper who has a [Detect] skill after all. One which senses if there are any hostile threats nearby.But this skill has one shortcoming – mental fatigue. Although a passive skill, the potency of it actually decreases or increases depending on the mental fatigue of Astrid. This sniper has been walking for more than a week within a [Dungeon Instance] without any end being in sight. He has experienced sacrificing an ally for his own safety. He experienced the shifting of his allies’ attitude due to the same stress. Day in and day out they will fight monsters and all of this will simply repeat the following day.This is enough for Astrid’s mental fatigue to fall below safe levels. Something which the group doesn’t mind that much because they haven’t encountered any truly life-threatening danger within this dungeon. Not
[Past – Sylas’ Pov]I am the strongest.You may think otherwise. You may even argue with me. But it doesn’t matter. Anything you say will simply humiliate you once faced with true greatness such as I – Sylas Wolfhorn. Son of the mighty count Regas Wolfhorn. Heir to the household that produced hundreds of fine warriors, but none of them is as good as me.From an early age I’ve been sent to Genesis City to study. Before reaching sixteen, I was already out of that place. I’m a prodigy after all so it’d be a waste to keep me locked up in such an environment. They all saw my potential for greatness and gave me what I deserved, a place in the ranks of the military.Everyone else thought that it’s because of my family’s connections that I got out of the Academy early. Saying that my father bribed some influential individuals. That’s not true of course. They’re just jealous because they will never be me. They will never have the things I do. Oh and, by the way, I’m also in the process of bec
[Den of Wolves – Present Day]Sylas slowly got up from the ground. His vision is hazy but he could hear the screams of his allies; too loud to be muffled by the ringing in his ears. He doesn’t care about them though. All he cares about is getting back up because, as soon as he’s back on his feet, then he can return the favor to the elf. Cutting her wrists before cutting her down in half. That’s the plan.But things didn’t go as he planned. Just when he’s about to get back up, he could see Sylvie walking towards him. He recognizes her feet and ankles. There are scars on it that he inflicted. A seeming signature that he’s proud of because, every one of these tells him that he owns the body of his slave as well. Though these same feet are now moving towards him to probably end his life.I’m fucked are the words running through his head. Time seemed to move slower as he felt death closing in. That is until the feet stopped moving.“Huh?”Sylas waited for any slight change. This might be
[Den of Wolves – Present Day]Merlin can remember a lot of things from how the knight talks. This person named Sylas has a striking semblance to how his allies used to call him and refer to him. That’s why he’s also taking great pleasure in watching this whole thing because, there is one thing that Merlin is sure of, Sylvie will win.“You filthy insect!”The fight began in that instant. With Sylas making the first move as he dashed towards his opponent. The speed of which can easily rival the skill that Sylvie used against the priestess.Weapon on hand, the knight swung towards the neck of his target. Deflected right away by the scimitar of Sylvie that seemingly saw the path which the weapon is going to. “Going for the neck huh. That’s so like you.” Sylvie said as the knight backed away from her.As soon as he did, Sylvie appeared right beside him. With a stab following right after, hitting the small opening in between the knight’s armor. Piercing through the chainmail and sinking in
Merlin got back to the elf after sorting through all of the loot. There are tons of things that are worth the time there. Armor, weapon, items and more. The most notable of which is a weapon named:[Ent Staff][Grade: D][Level Requirement: 35][Job Class Requirement: Spellcasting][Intelligence Increase: 100]Intelligence doesn’t refer to actual intelligence but rather the attribute points. This means that Merlin will gain a hundred intelligence points once he uses this weapon. Something which brings a lot of benefit to the table because of the increase in mana that this will also provide.The half-demon isn’t planning on changing his job class. More than anything else, he thinks that sorcery fits him the best. The only reason why he keeps changing weapon from time to time is because he doesn’t have the right spells that will allow him to safely transfer to this fighting style. Furthermore, he doesn’t have the right weaponry itself and also the proper accessories. That’s all change
I remember something…faint.The guards are still there, running towards us. There’s the distant sound of their voices that echoed through the long metal hallway. Only beaten by the sound of the sirens and the steps that we made on this metal floor. More than the fear of getting caught and returning to my cell, the only thing I can think of is the way out. The hole created by the explosion earlier. A few more meters and I’ll be a free man. Just a bit more – before the sound of gunshot came and a bullet pierced through my chest.………There are thirty wolves in total that they need to kill. All of which are pure bred according to Sylvie. Even without her saying this, Merlin knows it to be a fact. The color of the wolves’ fur, their size, as well as the movements they’re making – Merlin has it all memorized from the information about Requiem. And even without being able to see the details about the wolves floating above them, he can somewhat surmise the information.[Creature Name: None
Sylvie continued taking down the enemies that got in her way. The flashbang has ten more seconds of effectivity and, within this span, she’s able to kill two more wolves. Increasing her kill count to three. As the other monsters finally began to react. Beginning with a long-ranged claw strike made of mana. A projectile that she had no other choice but to dodge.“You guys react fast huh.” Sylvie commented as this is followed by three more attacks of a similar nature. She dodged all of these. Making use of the second part of her [Wind Dancer] skill called [Backwind].[Information: When the wind is pushing against the direction of the user, evasion will be increased by thirty percent. All attacks that come within a ten-meter radius will slow down a bit.]With this being utilized, Sylvie is able to remain safe. Not for long though as the attacks continued on. With two more wolves dashing towards her at high speed. But she already saw this coming from a mile away. Making her plunge her sap
“Ah this is a bit anticlimactic.”There’s a voice that I can hear. Not anything familiar to me. It isn’t the voice of a prison guard. I know how every one of those bastards’ sound like. Including their laughs – especially their laughs.“You’re not even going to fit the frame that you’re supposed to take. I mean, you’d still give it life but I doubt you’d ever be conscious about it.”Now that my consciousness is becoming clearer, I can recognize that this is a child’s voice. A child is saying things I don’t understand. What, where am I even?“I was contemplating about this before you know. About whether or not I should turn some of you into monsters and all of that. But then I figured, it’d be a waste not to do so.”Even my sight is vaguely coming back. There’s not much to see though. Only the silhouette of the child and white. A place that’s filled with white. Nothing else but the shade of it.“Oh my.”The child looked at me.“Seems like you’re conscious. You might be a bit special af