Chapter 122: Phantom
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Chapter 122: Phantom
Cocoons. Cocoons everywhere. Priam had nothing against cocoons per se, but their color set his nerves on edge. The faint light erased the golden sheen, leaving only white patches against a blackened world. The scene reminded him of the monochromatic zone created by Hecate's New Moon.
A shiver ran down Priam's spine as he recalled his enigmatic power.
The wind had picked up slightly, easily weaving its way through the trees. His eyes hadn't noticed, but his Domain had just alerted him: a few strands of silk danced on the breeze.
Priam stepped back to avoid them. Even if these strands were not connected to any alarms, the poison coating them could be dangerous. His own resistance to poison was formidable, but he harbored no illusions; it wouldn't provide complete immunity against Elysian creatures.
Raising his gaze, Priam spotted clusters of silk at the treetops. He was willing to bet that was where the strands originated. So close, yet so far. Aside from setting a roaring inferno, there was little he could do. Of course, the spiders must have fireproofed their silk, but Priam had more than one trick up his sleeve. Later
Opportunities to ignite a blaze that could touch the clouds didn't come around every day.
The wind picked up, agitating the threads. Sighing, Priam cloaked himself in a misty shroud and ventured into the silk labyrinth.
A hundred meters further, he encountered a new patrol. Five wolf-sized spiders advanced on the path, undoubtedly ready to hunt.
Infiltrating a wisp of mist into the heart of their formation, Priam attempted an [Identification]. He wasn't taking many risks. Even if the spiders sensed his skill, he was confident he could dispatch them in an instant.
[Identification]
[Mature Trichonephila Aether clavipes - Tier 0] - A spider easily recognized by its golden color and the feathery enlargements on the segments of each of its legs. Its silk is exceptionally durable and resistant to physical forces.
The presence of a Brood Mother alters its behavior. Aggressive, it now imbues its silk with a potent paralytic.
The spider didn't seem to notice the identification, and Priam moved forward with supple steps. He aimed to unlock a better upgrade for [Stealth], and for that, he needed to do something exceptional.
It was time to use his camouflage. The mist thickened around Priam and enshrouded the group before him. The absence of light made camouflage superfluous; above all, he wanted to be able to move around quickly. If the arachnids noticed any difference, they gave no indication.
Closing in, Priam struck.
The lead spider didn't notice him for an instant. Priam wasn't even sure if it sensed its demise. Promesse found its way into the brain.
Before gravity could slam the corpse to the ground, Priam leaped forward. Soaring over the body, he thrust his spear at the four remaining adversaries. Under the velocity of [Unrelenting Thrust], Promesse briefly vanished from his sight. An instant later, his quest displayed five fewer enemies.
Priam maintained a neutral expression, noting that [Stealth] still hadn't had the opportunity to evolve into a high-potential skill. Undeterred, he continued to walk. He still had seven hundred and seventy-three opportunities.
Drawing nearer to the abandoned tower where he first encountered the spiders, the forest grew darker. Silk cocoons lined the path. The trees were more massive, taller, and better concealed the faint starlight. Soon, Priam had to rely on [Broad-spectrum vision] to perceive a portion of the infrared radiation.
It was an effective way to detect his enemies, but the skill didn't highlight the trees smothered by the cocoons. After eliminating five more squads, Priam halted his advance. He could no longer distinguish where he placed his feet. It was the surest way to stumble into a trap, even with Domain.
Hesitating for a moment, Priam decided to extend his mist. Water vapor began to fill the surrounding space, conforming to the shapes of the cocoons and the path. His mist's perspective allowed him to navigate as if it were broad daylight. Satisfied, Priam resumed his march.
A few seconds later, a mass fell upon him. Recognizing a disturbance in his mist, Priam recognized the threat. A spider!
Priam dodged backward with a leap and raised his spear. He impaled the enemy before it even hit the ground. It had simply let itself drop from a tree. The corpse was a regular specimen, which was odd. Priam would have understood if a stealth-specialized spider had spotted him. Yet, that wasn't the case.
The real question was: how could it have sensed his presence? Was he compromised?
Either Priam had made a mistake, or he had triggered a trap. Surveying his surroundings carefully, Priam swore upon discovering his error.
Lvl Up: [Trap detection] lvl 8
PERC +1
Strands of silk had been laid beneath the carpet of dead leaves and dirt. As he was walking, his own weight had broken these threads. His Domain hadn't alerted him for a simple reason: there were too many things around him. The supremacy was tied to an unconscious part of his brain that constantly analyzed his environment.
To conserve mental energy - or the equivalent of human RAM - Domain ignored certain things. Like the uniform ground beneath his feet.
If Priam had stepped on a bear trap or a hidden pit, he would have felt it. But the silk threads were too thin to be easily noticed. I've just fallen into the same trap as on the Moon, Priam swore. The thought irritated him, as he prided himself on rarely making the same mistake twice. Unfortunately, he had relied too much on his Supremacy. Power is no substitute for intelligence. Priam intended to engrave this lesson in letters of fire in his mind.
Now that he was aware, Priam scrutinized the forest floor. The result made him grumble. The spiders had carpeted the ground with their threads. The scale of the work was titanic - undoubtedly the reason they had only done so in the vicinity of the abandoned tower.
The trouble was, Priam had no miracle solution to sidestep this. Without squandering Potential to create a [Lightfoot] skill, he could only levitate, depleting his kinetic reserves.
There was, however, a simpler solution. Disregard the silk threads and forge ahead, dispatching the spiders before they could sound the alarm.
The possibility was dangerous, but the added challenge would force him to excel. It was the best method to significantly improve his skills. So, that was the path Priam chose. Engulfing his surroundings with his mist, he pressed on.
After a few minutes, he noticed the spiders were becoming predictable. Despite their ingenuity in crafting traps, the patrols were as regular as clockwork. The hidden enemies in the trees were stationed every twenty meters. A patrol was dispatched every four minutes and thirteen seconds.
After killing thirty more spiders, Priam finally glimpsed the abandoned tower. Or what was left of it. A colossal cocoon now enshrouded the structure. Priam grunted at the thought of having to infiltrate this mini-fortress.
He grunted a second time upon sensing movement behind him. One, two, three, and soon twenty spiders rushed into his mist. Patrols had finally noticed the absence of sentinels at the fortress's entrance.
Priam turned around and picked up some rocks from the ground. His mastery of [Kinetic Control] would soon allow him to manipulate the temperature of his mist with ease, but he wasn't there yet. Rather than needlessly expending Potential, Priam preferred to innovate.
He gathered about ten rocks in his left hand and directed them toward the incoming spiders. They were oblivious to his presence and didn't even attempt to evade.
Suddenly, the forest's silence was shattered. The ten rocks in Priam's hand accelerated abruptly, skirting the sound barrier without surpassing it. A supersonic bang didn't align with Priam's idea of an infiltration mission.
Lvl Up: [Kinetic Control] lvl 38
VIVA +2
DEXT +3
META (FOCUS) +4
The rocks pierced through the air and the exoskeletons of the spiders. Lodging into various vital organs, they halted the arachnid charge. About ten spiders collapsed as Priam dashed toward the rest.
Promesse claimed three lives before the survivors halted, realizing they were under attack.
You have selected the skill [Phantom - Rare].
[Phantom] - As silent as a shadow, as invisible as a breeze, and as sharp as the truth, the Phantom takes a life.
Your enemies are at your mercy, and their lives depend on it.
Your targets have a harder time spotting you.
Be the shadow of your enemies, not of yourself.
AGI +3
Once dead, the spider's body lost its reflexes and detached from the silk ceiling. Its fall pulled Priam from his notifications, and he leaped after the corpse. A second before the body touched the ground and shook the structure, Priam opened a portal a centimeter above the ground. The spider passed through it and fell into the void beneath his floating island before crashing against the boundary of his world. I hope it didn't scare Mirscella.
Priam sighed in relief and closed the portal.
Glancing around quickly, Priam spotted and then entered a hole in the ground. A shaft descended about ten meters before opening into an enormous cavern.
Observing this new environment, Priam wasn't surprised to find it filled with cocoons of various sizes. Hundreds of spiders were present. The light was dim, but bright enough for Priam to detect the Boss in the center. Half spider, half worm, the creature was a vision of horror.
On a throne of silk, the Brood Mother was laying eggs.
[Identification]
[Brood Mother - Tier 1 - Baron] - The mother of a spider colony. If her daughters are dumb, her rank-up has allowed her to gain intelligence.
And perception.
As he finished reading the monster's description, Priam's stomach twisted. Eight big eyes turned toward him.
Status: (Average value for a Homo sapiens male before integration: PHY 10 / MEN 10 / META 0)
PHYSICAL:
Strength 339 (+9)
Constitution 477
Agility 317 (+4)
Vitality 469
Perception 550 (+2)
MENTAL:
Vivacity 296 (+2)
Dexterity 370 (+3)
Memory 99
Willpower 557
Charisma 414
META:
Meta-affinity 288
Meta-focus 217 (+4)
Meta-endurance 165
Meta-perception 81
Meta-chance 213
Meta-authority 12
Potential: 1011 (+10)
Tier 0
[He Who Eludes Death] charge: PRIMED.
[Tribulation]: Two Tribulations pending.
Future Tribulations delayed until:
Time: 178 days 9 hours 57 minutes 38 seconds.
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Chapter 122: Phantom
Cocoons. Cocoons everywhere. Priam had nothing against cocoons per se, but their color set his nerves on edge. The faint light erased the golden sheen, leaving only white patches against a blackened world. The scene reminded him of the monochromatic zone created by Hecate's New Moon.
A shiver ran down Priam's spine as he recalled his enigmatic power.
The wind had picked up slightly, easily weaving its way through the trees. His eyes hadn't noticed, but his Domain had just alerted him: a few strands of silk danced on the breeze.
Priam stepped back to avoid them. Even if these strands were not connected to any alarms, the poison coating them could be dangerous. His own resistance to poison was formidable, but he harbored no illusions; it wouldn't provide complete immunity against Elysian creatures.
Raising his gaze, Priam spotted clusters of silk at the treetops. He was willing to bet that was where the strands originated. So close, yet so far. Aside from setting a roaring inferno, there was little he could do. Of course, the spiders must have fireproofed their silk, but Priam had more than one trick up his sleeve. Later
Opportunities to ignite a blaze that could touch the clouds didn't come around every day.
The wind picked up, agitating the threads. Sighing, Priam cloaked himself in a misty shroud and ventured into the silk labyrinth.
A hundred meters further, he encountered a new patrol. Five wolf-sized spiders advanced on the path, undoubtedly ready to hunt.
Infiltrating a wisp of mist into the heart of their formation, Priam attempted an [Identification]. He wasn't taking many risks. Even if the spiders sensed his skill, he was confident he could dispatch them in an instant.
[Identification]
[Mature Trichonephila Aether clavipes - Tier 0] - A spider easily recognized by its golden color and the feathery enlargements on the segments of each of its legs. Its silk is exceptionally durable and resistant to physical forces.
The presence of a Brood Mother alters its behavior. Aggressive, it now imbues its silk with a potent paralytic.
The spider didn't seem to notice the identification, and Priam moved forward with supple steps. He aimed to unlock a better upgrade for [Stealth], and for that, he needed to do something exceptional.
It was time to use his camouflage. The mist thickened around Priam and enshrouded the group before him. The absence of light made camouflage superfluous; above all, he wanted to be able to move around quickly. If the arachnids noticed any difference, they gave no indication.
Closing in, Priam struck.
The lead spider didn't notice him for an instant. Priam wasn't even sure if it sensed its demise. Promesse found its way into the brain.
Before gravity could slam the corpse to the ground, Priam leaped forward. Soaring over the body, he thrust his spear at the four remaining adversaries. Under the velocity of [Unrelenting Thrust], Promesse briefly vanished from his sight. An instant later, his quest displayed five fewer enemies.
Priam maintained a neutral expression, noting that [Stealth] still hadn't had the opportunity to evolve into a high-potential skill. Undeterred, he continued to walk. He still had seven hundred and seventy-three opportunities.
Drawing nearer to the abandoned tower where he first encountered the spiders, the forest grew darker. Silk cocoons lined the path. The trees were more massive, taller, and better concealed the faint starlight. Soon, Priam had to rely on [Broad-spectrum vision] to perceive a portion of the infrared radiation.
It was an effective way to detect his enemies, but the skill didn't highlight the trees smothered by the cocoons. After eliminating five more squads, Priam halted his advance. He could no longer distinguish where he placed his feet. It was the surest way to stumble into a trap, even with Domain.
Hesitating for a moment, Priam decided to extend his mist. Water vapor began to fill the surrounding space, conforming to the shapes of the cocoons and the path. His mist's perspective allowed him to navigate as if it were broad daylight. Satisfied, Priam resumed his march.
A few seconds later, a mass fell upon him. Recognizing a disturbance in his mist, Priam recognized the threat. A spider!
Priam dodged backward with a leap and raised his spear. He impaled the enemy before it even hit the ground. It had simply let itself drop from a tree. The corpse was a regular specimen, which was odd. Priam would have understood if a stealth-specialized spider had spotted him. Yet, that wasn't the case.
The real question was: how could it have sensed his presence? Was he compromised?
Either Priam had made a mistake, or he had triggered a trap. Surveying his surroundings carefully, Priam swore upon discovering his error.
Lvl Up: [Trap detection] lvl 8
PERC +1
Strands of silk had been laid beneath the carpet of dead leaves and dirt. As he was walking, his own weight had broken these threads. His Domain hadn't alerted him for a simple reason: there were too many things around him. The supremacy was tied to an unconscious part of his brain that constantly analyzed his environment.
To conserve mental energy - or the equivalent of human RAM - Domain ignored certain things. Like the uniform ground beneath his feet.
If Priam had stepped on a bear trap or a hidden pit, he would have felt it. But the silk threads were too thin to be easily noticed. I've just fallen into the same trap as on the Moon, Priam swore. The thought irritated him, as he prided himself on rarely making the same mistake twice. Unfortunately, he had relied too much on his Supremacy. Power is no substitute for intelligence. Priam intended to engrave this lesson in letters of fire in his mind.
Now that he was aware, Priam scrutinized the forest floor. The result made him grumble. The spiders had carpeted the ground with their threads. The scale of the work was titanic - undoubtedly the reason they had only done so in the vicinity of the abandoned tower.
The trouble was, Priam had no miracle solution to sidestep this. Without squandering Potential to create a [Lightfoot] skill, he could only levitate, depleting his kinetic reserves.
There was, however, a simpler solution. Disregard the silk threads and forge ahead, dispatching the spiders before they could sound the alarm.
The possibility was dangerous, but the added challenge would force him to excel. It was the best method to significantly improve his skills. So, that was the path Priam chose. Engulfing his surroundings with his mist, he pressed on.
After a few minutes, he noticed the spiders were becoming predictable. Despite their ingenuity in crafting traps, the patrols were as regular as clockwork. The hidden enemies in the trees were stationed every twenty meters. A patrol was dispatched every four minutes and thirteen seconds.
After killing thirty more spiders, Priam finally glimpsed the abandoned tower. Or what was left of it. A colossal cocoon now enshrouded the structure. Priam grunted at the thought of having to infiltrate this mini-fortress.
He grunted a second time upon sensing movement behind him. One, two, three, and soon twenty spiders rushed into his mist. Patrols had finally noticed the absence of sentinels at the fortress's entrance.
Priam turned around and picked up some rocks from the ground. His mastery of [Kinetic Control] would soon allow him to manipulate the temperature of his mist with ease, but he wasn't there yet. Rather than needlessly expending Potential, Priam preferred to innovate.
He gathered about ten rocks in his left hand and directed them toward the incoming spiders. They were oblivious to his presence and didn't even attempt to evade.
Suddenly, the forest's silence was shattered. The ten rocks in Priam's hand accelerated abruptly, skirting the sound barrier without surpassing it. A supersonic bang didn't align with Priam's idea of an infiltration mission.
Lvl Up: [Kinetic Control] lvl 38
VIVA +2
DEXT +3
META (FOCUS) +4
The rocks pierced through the air and the exoskeletons of the spiders. Lodging into various vital organs, they halted the arachnid charge. About ten spiders collapsed as Priam dashed toward the rest.
Promesse claimed three lives before the survivors halted, realizing they were under attack.
You have selected the skill [Phantom - Rare].
[Phantom] - As silent as a shadow, as invisible as a breeze, and as sharp as the truth, the Phantom takes a life.
Your enemies are at your mercy, and their lives depend on it.
Your targets have a harder time spotting you.
Be the shadow of your enemies, not of yourself.
AGI +3
Once dead, the spider's body lost its reflexes and detached from the silk ceiling. Its fall pulled Priam from his notifications, and he leaped after the corpse. A second before the body touched the ground and shook the structure, Priam opened a portal a centimeter above the ground. The spider passed through it and fell into the void beneath his floating island before crashing against the boundary of his world. I hope it didn't scare Mirscella.
Priam sighed in relief and closed the portal.
Glancing around quickly, Priam spotted and then entered a hole in the ground. A shaft descended about ten meters before opening into an enormous cavern.
Observing this new environment, Priam wasn't surprised to find it filled with cocoons of various sizes. Hundreds of spiders were present. The light was dim, but bright enough for Priam to detect the Boss in the center. Half spider, half worm, the creature was a vision of horror.
On a throne of silk, the Brood Mother was laying eggs.
[Identification]
[Brood Mother - Tier 1 - Baron] - The mother of a spider colony. If her daughters are dumb, her rank-up has allowed her to gain intelligence.
And perception.
As he finished reading the monster's description, Priam's stomach twisted. Eight big eyes turned toward him.
Status: (Average value for a Homo sapiens male before integration: PHY 10 / MEN 10 / META 0)
PHYSICAL:
Strength 339 (+9)
Constitution 477
Agility 317 (+4)
Vitality 469
Perception 550 (+2)
MENTAL:
Vivacity 296 (+2)
Dexterity 370 (+3)
Memory 99
Willpower 557
Charisma 414
META:
Meta-affinity 288
Meta-focus 217 (+4)
Meta-endurance 165
Meta-perception 81
Meta-chance 213
Meta-authority 12
Potential: 1011 (+10)
Tier 0
[He Who Eludes Death] charge: PRIMED.
[Tribulation]: Two Tribulations pending.
Future Tribulations delayed until:
Time: 178 days 9 hours 57 minutes 38 seconds.
Chapter 122: PhantomCocoons. Cocoons everywhere. Priam had nothing against cocoons per se, but their color set his nerves on edge. The faint light erased the golden sheen, leaving only white patches against a blackened world. The scene reminded him of the monochromatic zone created by Hecate's New Moon.A shiver ran down Priam's spine as he recalled his enigmatic power.The wind had picked up slightly, easily weaving its way through the trees. His eyes hadn't noticed, but his Domain had just alerted him: a few strands of silk danced on the breeze.Priam stepped back to avoid them. Even if these strands were not connected to any alarms, the poison coating them could be dangerous. His own resistance to poison was formidable, but he harbored no illusions; it wouldn't provide complete immunity against Elysian creatures.Raising his gaze, Priam spotted clusters of silk at the treetops. He was willing to bet that was where the strands originated. So close, yet so far. Aside from setting a roaring inferno, there was little he could do. Of course, the spiders must have fireproofed their silk, but Priam had more than one trick up his sleeve. LaterOpportunities to ignite a blaze that could touch the clouds didn't come around every day.The wind picked up, agitating the threads. Sighing, Priam cloaked himself in a misty shroud and ventured into the silk labyrinth.A hundred meters further, he encountered a new patrol. Five wolf-sized spiders advanced on the path, undoubtedly ready to hunt.Infiltrating a wisp of mist into the heart of their formation, Priam attempted an Identification. He wasn't taking many risks. Even if the spiders sensed his skill, he was confident he could dispatch them in an instant.IdentificationMature Trichonephila Aether clavipes - Tier 0 - A spider easily recognized by its golden color and the feathery enlargements on the segments of each of its legs. Its silk is exceptionally durable and resistant to physical forces.The presence of a Brood Mother alters its behavior. Aggressive, it now imbues its silk with a potent paralytic.The spider didn't seem to notice the identification, and Priam moved forward with supple steps. He aimed to unlock a better upgrade for Stealth, and for that, he needed to do something exceptional.It was time to use his camouflage. The mist thickened around Priam and enshrouded the group before him. The absence of light made camouflage superfluous; above all, he wanted to be able to move around quickly. If the arachnids noticed any difference, they gave no indication.Closing in, Priam struck.The lead spider didn't notice him for an instant. Priam wasn't even sure if it sensed its demise. Promesse found its way into the brain.Before gravity could slam the corpse to the ground, Priam leaped forward. Soaring over the body, he thrust his spear at the four remaining adversaries. Under the velocity of Unrelenting Thrust, Promesse briefly vanished from his sight. An instant later, his quest displayed five fewer enemies.Priam maintained a neutral expression, noting that Stealth still hadn't had the opportunity to evolve into a high-potential skill. Undeterred, he continued to walk. He still had seven hundred and seventy-three opportunities.Drawing nearer to the abandoned tower where he first encountered the spiders, the forest grew darker. Silk cocoons lined the path. The trees were more massive, taller, and better concealed the faint starlight. Soon, Priam had to rely on Broad-spectrum vision to perceive a portion of the infrared radiation.It was an effective way to detect his enemies, but the skill didn't highlight the trees smothered by the cocoons. After eliminating five more squads, Priam halted his advance. He could no longer distinguish where he placed his feet. It was the surest way to stumble into a trap, even with Domain.Hesitating for a moment, Priam decided to extend his mist. Water vapor began to fill the surrounding space, conforming to the shapes of the cocoons and the path. His mist's perspective allowed him to navigate as if it were broad daylight. Satisfied, Priam resumed his march.A few seconds later, a mass fell upon him. Recognizing a disturbance in his mist, Priam recognized the threat. A spider!Priam dodged backward with a leap and raised his spear. He impaled the enemy before it even hit the ground. It had simply let itself drop from a tree. The corpse was a regular specimen, which was odd. Priam would have understood if a stealth-specialized spider had spotted him. Yet, that wasn't the case.The real question was: how could it have sensed his presence? Was he compromised?Either Priam had made a mistake, or he had triggered a trap. Surveying his surroundings carefully, Priam swore upon discovering his error.Lvl Up: Trap detection lvl 8PERC +1Strands of silk had been laid beneath the carpet of dead leaves and dirt. As he was walking, his own weight had broken these threads. His Domain hadn't alerted him for a simple reason: there were too many things around him. The supremacy was tied to an unconscious part of his brain that constantly analyzed his environment.To conserve mental energy - or the equivalent of human RAM - Domain ignored certain things. Like the uniform ground beneath his feet.If Priam had stepped on a bear trap or a hidden pit, he would have felt it. But the silk threads were too thin to be easily noticed. I've just fallen into the same trap as on the Moon, Priam swore. The thought irritated him, as he prided himself on rarely making the same mistake twice. Unfortunately, he had relied too much on his Supremacy. Power is no substitute for intelligence. Priam intended to engrave this lesson in letters of fire in his mind.Now that he was aware, Priam scrutinized the forest floor. The result made him grumble. The spiders had carpeted the ground with their threads. The scale of the work was titanic - undoubtedly the reason they had only done so in the vicinity of the abandoned tower.The trouble was, Priam had no miracle solution to sidestep this. Without squandering Potential to create a Lightfoot skill, he could only levitate, depleting his kinetic reserves.There was, however, a simpler solution. Disregard the silk threads and forge ahead, dispatching the spiders before they could sound the alarm.The possibility was dangerous, but the added challenge would force him to excel. It was the best method to significantly improve his skills. So, that was the path Priam chose. Engulfing his surroundings with his mist, he pressed on.After a few minutes, he noticed the spiders were becoming predictable. Despite their ingenuity in crafting traps, the patrols were as regular as clockwork. The hidden enemies in the trees were stationed every twenty meters. A patrol was dispatched every four minutes and thirteen seconds.After killing thirty more spiders, Priam finally glimpsed the abandoned tower. Or what was left of it. A colossal cocoon now enshrouded the structure. Priam grunted at the thought of having to infiltrate this mini-fortress.He grunted a second time upon sensing movement behind him. One, two, three, and soon twenty spiders rushed into his mist. Patrols had finally noticed the absence of sentinels at the fortress's entrance.Priam turned around and picked up some rocks from the ground. His mastery of Kinetic Control would soon allow him to manipulate the temperature of his mist with ease, but he wasn't there yet. Rather than needlessly expending Potential, Priam preferred to innovate.He gathered about ten rocks in his left hand and directed them toward the incoming spiders. They were oblivious to his presence and didn't even attempt to evade.Suddenly, the forest's silence was shattered. The ten rocks in Priam's hand accelerated abruptly, skirting the sound barrier without surpassing it. A supersonic bang didn't align with Priam's idea of an infiltration mission.Lvl Up: Kinetic Control lvl 38VIVA +2DEXT +3META FOCUS +4The rocks pierced through the air and the exoskeletons of the spiders. Lodging into various vital organs, they halted the arachnid charge. About ten spiders collapsed as Priam dashed toward the rest.Promesse claimed three lives before the survivors halted, realizing they were under attack.You have selected the skill Phantom - Rare.Phantom - As silent as a shadow, as invisible as a breeze, and as sharp as the truth, the Phantom takes a life.Your enemies are at your mercy, and their lives depend on it.Your targets have a harder time spotting you.Be the shadow of your enemies, not of yourself.AGI +3Once dead, the spider's body lost its reflexes and detached from the silk ceiling. Its fall pulled Priam from his notifications, and he leaped after the corpse. A second before the body touched the ground and shook the structure, Priam opened a portal a centimeter above the ground. The spider passed through it and fell into the void beneath his floating island before crashing against the boundary of his world. I hope it didn't scare Mirscella.Priam sighed in relief and closed the portal.Glancing around quickly, Priam spotted and then entered a hole in the ground. A shaft descended about ten meters before opening into an enormous cavern.Observing this new environment, Priam wasn't surprised to find it filled with cocoons of various sizes. Hundreds of spiders were present. The light was dim, but bright enough for Priam to detect the Boss in the center. Half spider, half worm, the creature was a vision of horror.On a throne of silk, the Brood Mother was laying eggs.IdentificationBrood Mother - Tier 1 - Baron - The mother of a spider colony. If her daughters are dumb, her rank-up has allowed her to gain intelligence.And perception.As he finished reading the monster's description, Priam's stomach twisted. Eight big eyes turned toward him.Status: Average value for a Homo sapiens male before integration: PHY 10 / MEN 10 / META 0PHYSICAL:Strength 339 +9Constitution 477 Agility 317 +4 Vitality 469 Perception 550 +2 MENTAL:Vivacity 296 +2Dexterity 370 +3Memory 99Willpower 557 Charisma 414 META:Meta-affinity 288 Meta-focus 217 +4 Meta-endurance 165 Meta-perception 81 Meta-chance 213 Meta-authority 12 Potential: 1011 +10 Tier 0He Who Eludes Death charge: PRIMED.Tribulation: Two Tribulations pending.Future Tribulations delayed until:Time: 178 days 9 hours 57 minutes 38 seconds.
