Chapter 175: The Last of Us
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Chapter 175: The Last of Us
A monstrous yet silent crowd was withstanding the defenders' gaze. The Necromoon's slaves looked at the living with eyes burning with hatred.
"I feel like we're the last survivors in this world," murmured Priam.
"It's a biodiversity disaster," agreed Louis.
"It's mostly a disaster for my nostrils," Blueberry grumbled.
Priam couldn't help but agree. With every inhale, he felt like he was breathing in the distilled scent of a charnel house.
"Even my cat's litter smells better," grimaced Louis, pinching his nose.
"What's that?" asked the bear, scratching his ear.
"A place to do your business," replied Priam.
"Thats weird. There are places where you can't?" The bear inquired.
A bad feeling grew in Priam.
"Since you've been here, where have you sh"
"Silence !" Kazuki's voice echoed. The hoplite used his Concept with terrifying precision to simulate sounds directly in the defenders' ears. Without Domain, a warrior would have been defenseless against this kind of power.nove(l)bi(n.)com
With a glance, Priam checked the emotional state of their strategist. Kazuki clenched his teeth, attempting to solve an unsolvable problem. How could fourteen defenders defend such an imposing base?
Priam and the rest of the fighters stood on an earthen rampart. Recently constructed, the defense formed a semi-circle forty meters from Log-a-rhythm. Its two ends met the river that secured the north of the base.
The rampart's soil came from a ditch just in front, three meters deep, rigged with enchanted stakes. At the top of the mound, Priam, Louis, Blueberry, and the hoplites had been waiting for a few minutes. Each was responsible for defending a section of about ten meters. The task would have been impossible for a human, but Priam could cover that distance in a fraction of a second.
The cold wind changed direction, carrying the putrid smells toward the forest. As his nose was finally freed from torment, Priam felt his patience waning. The wait was becoming burdensome. A silent question lingered on everyone's lips.
"Why aren't they attacking?"
It had been three minutes since Priam and Louis had joined the other defenders. No Necromoon servants had pursued them out of the forest. The horde gathered under the cover of trees, silent and terrifying. The red eyes and bloody halos of revenants of all kinds contrasted with the black background of the underbrush. Added to the sound of bones clashing and flesh rubbing against bark, the scene was horrifying.
Even more horrifying was the number of enemies. Priam's HUD was covered in red dots.
"There must be a leader," Kazuki finally declared. It was the most probable explanation. Their basic instinct didn't allow them to wait to launch a brutal assault. A higher consciousness commanded them.
"I volunteer to eliminate it." It was Hyshana's voice. Her husband had dampened her voice before relaying it himself, demonstrating once again his mastery of his Concept.
"You would be too easily corrupted," Kazuki refused. Hyshana was a warrior who excelled in close combat, not in reconnaissance or elimination. "Priam, Jasmine, Elaine, are any of you confident?"
Elaine? Priam turned to a hoplite juggling with golden runes. She was a glass cannon sniper.
"Sir, I can't do much without knowing the leader's position," the hoplite replied.
"What is ve doing?" Priam asked mentally his subordinate.
"She's heading towards the territory of the rabhorns. Should I follow her out of Log-a-rhythm's territory?"
Outside of his land, Priam would have no connection with Jasmine. She could evade him for the rest of her days without a problem. Worse, if Sumstreh captured her, the god would discover the truth about his condition. Too risky.
"Abandon the pursuit and find the leader of the revenants. Kill them if possible, otherwise send me their position. Do not leave the Log-a-rhythms domain."
"Understood."
"Jasmine will take care of the leader," Priam announced to the group.
Without his most powerful attacks, he couldn't afford to plunge into the sea of revenants. If corruption reached him, he would have to commit suicide. While usually a positive thing, the gained attributes were now dangerous.
"Good. For the rest, stay at your posts, conserve your aether, and avoid flashy attacks. Priam, how long until the barrier is restored?"
[26 min, 43s before Log-a-rhythm's protective barrier reactivation.]
"Twenty-seven minutes."
"Then we must protect Log-a-rhythm for twenty-seven minutes. It's our top priority; we'll eventually be overwhelmed without it. Any questions?"
The activation of the event had destroyed Log-a-rhythm's protection. Yet, it was their only way to survive an infinite horde.
"Log-a-rhythm currently has over a thousand Potential points," revealed Priam. "I was thinking of purchasing Abundance - Life II or Camouflage II."
Priam wanted the hoplite's advice on this kind of tactical decision. Kazuki had been the active military leader of an empire for decades. The high human wasn't arrogant enough to think his calls would be any better.
"Could Life reinforce Log-a-rhythm's resistance to corruption?"
"It's almost certain. But if Camouflage is powerful enough, it could end the conflict," analyzed Priam. If the revenants couldn't find their base anymore, its inhabitants would no longer be in danger.
Silence answered him, as Kazuki was deep in thought.
"Let's wait for the barrier to be restored," the hoplite decided eventually. "If we can't defend, we'll use Life. Otherwise, Camouflage will be more useful."
As if waiting for Kazuki's decision, a roar came from the cover of the trees.
From the shadows, hundreds of animals, each different from the others, began to march. Bone-white, putrid black, and bloody red mixed to form a colored wave of death. The ranks of the dead were tight, and their contained rage made the air tremble.
Priam paled at the marching necromantic army. The fate awaiting those who succumbed to corruption was chilling. Priam was confident in his ability to survive, but he feared for his loved ones. The battle would be tough because each corrupted could inoculate the Necromoon's curse.
Unless I kill them first, he motivated himself.
"[Spirit of the Braves]," declared Hyshana's voice just before a wave of vigor invaded Priam. His already formidable endurance seemed bottomless now.
A tremor shook the rampart as the first corrupted monsters impaled themselves on it. Priam sighed in relief as he saw the skeletons crumble to dust. The spikes were working. Furious and enraged, the revenants continued to throw themselves into the ditch.
A few seconds later, the situation was beginning to deteriorate. If the bones disappeared, the System did not take care of the recently dead revenants' putrefied flesh. As the corpses piled up, the pit filled.
"Contact in a few seconds," Kazuki said. "Let your blades sing!"
Priam prepared Promesse as the claws of a giant reptile reached the rampart's edge. The enemy was finally here. Without unnecessary thought, Priam attacked, splitting the skull of the claw's owner.
Turning his hips a few degrees, Priam used [Unrelenting Thrust], retrieving his weapon and attacking again, pulverizing a new enemy. Everywhere, the corrupted ones climbed. The pile of crushed bones, flesh, and revenants was rising, allowing the enemies to progress.
Imagining a death line, Priam began to leap from one end of his section to the other, slashing and thrusting tirelessly. Entering a deadly routine, part of his consciousness calmed down, focused on eliminating opponents optimally. He micro-controlled his muscles, executing his skills perfectly.
Time lost its meaning. Promesse beheaded, pierced, eviscerated, pulverized, and bisected his enemies. His Sun points accumulated as the pit filled with white powder. Like a death machine, Priam made no mistakes, directing his armed arm against every monster that dared to cross the death line.
He was in the zone.
Lvl Up: [Focus] lvl 39
PERC +1
Priam Azura existed, and the world acknowledged his presence and its effects.
Lets try again.
With disconcerting ease, his aura merged with his mist, transforming it. As proven by his Unity with the Fire, Concepts had a defined instinct. When his Aura fused with his mist, its nature metamorphosed.
His mist was no longer insidious and elusive; it was conquering and destructive.
Priam loved it.
Activating his charisma, and thus his aura, to the maximum, Priam directed his fog towards the revenants. The overwhelmed abominations froze as the aether structure supporting their skeletons collapsed. Before Priam, the corrupted were in disarray, unable to resist his power.
The deadly fog continued its path, mercilessly annihilating each corrupted one it touched, like their nemesis.
It conquered aether, devoured energy, and corroded matter, Priam realized.
Before he could experiment further, the Tier 1s launched their attack. To counter them, Priam summoned a dozen mist tentacles. Intercepting the attackers, the fog evaporated them on contact. Freshly resurrected, the corrupted did not yet deserve their Tier. Only the former Tier 2 resisted the corrosion long enough to reach Elaine. The hoplite extended a hand tattooed with a glowing rune.
A spear of light left her hand, pushing the assailant into the Conquest mist. Sacrificing part of his Conquest bonus, Priam strengthened his fog, annihilating the corrupted one.
The next moment, the army of the dead descended upon the defenders as if possessed.
"Brace yourself!" Kazuki shouted.
"Allow me" Priam replied before closing his eyes.
Drawing from his reserves, he summoned all the mist he could. His meridians groaned under torrents of aether. A wave appeared among the defenders, and Priam fused his entire Conquest Aura into it.
He opened his eyes and let the wave surge. The floods devastated the enemy ranks like a divine cavalry charge. Faced with such fury, the revenants were obliterated. The tsunami carried away part of the horde, leaving behind a white ground and a light silence.
Event: Necromoon.
Banishment of a corrupted (Tier 2 - common) - Sun point +100
Banishment of - Sun point +1784
Breathing heavily while the other defenders looked at each other in amazement, Priam scrolled through his long list of notifications. Something had changed.
Finally, reaching the bottom, he found it.
Lvl Up: [Moon Mist] lvl 60
PERC +4
CHAR +2
META (AFFI) +3
[Moon Mist] has reached level 60, its maximum level as an Epic skill.
Status:
PHYSICAL:
Strength 437 (+12)
Constitution 794
Agility 446
Vitality 684
Perception 666 (+12)
MENTAL:
Vivacity 388 (+3)
Dexterity 487 (+6)
Memory 218
Willpower 836
Charisma 506 (+7)
META:
Meta-affinity 415 (+7)
Meta-focus 334 (+4)
Meta-endurance 260
Meta-perception 201
Meta-chance 230
Meta-authority 15
Potential: 3304 (+19)
Tier 0
Sun points : 2103 (+2071)
[He Who Eludes Death] charge: PRIMED.
[Tribulation]: Six Tribulations pending.
Future Tribulations delayed until:
Time: 170 days 1 hours 29 minutes 28 seconds.
Next thresholds: 12 attributes > 400 / 6 attribute > 600 / 3 attributes > 800
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Chapter 175: The Last of Us
A monstrous yet silent crowd was withstanding the defenders' gaze. The Necromoon's slaves looked at the living with eyes burning with hatred.
"I feel like we're the last survivors in this world," murmured Priam.
"It's a biodiversity disaster," agreed Louis.
"It's mostly a disaster for my nostrils," Blueberry grumbled.
Priam couldn't help but agree. With every inhale, he felt like he was breathing in the distilled scent of a charnel house.
"Even my cat's litter smells better," grimaced Louis, pinching his nose.
"What's that?" asked the bear, scratching his ear.
"A place to do your business," replied Priam.
"Thats weird. There are places where you can't?" The bear inquired.
A bad feeling grew in Priam.
"Since you've been here, where have you sh"
"Silence !" Kazuki's voice echoed. The hoplite used his Concept with terrifying precision to simulate sounds directly in the defenders' ears. Without Domain, a warrior would have been defenseless against this kind of power.nove(l)bi(n.)com
With a glance, Priam checked the emotional state of their strategist. Kazuki clenched his teeth, attempting to solve an unsolvable problem. How could fourteen defenders defend such an imposing base?
Priam and the rest of the fighters stood on an earthen rampart. Recently constructed, the defense formed a semi-circle forty meters from Log-a-rhythm. Its two ends met the river that secured the north of the base.
The rampart's soil came from a ditch just in front, three meters deep, rigged with enchanted stakes. At the top of the mound, Priam, Louis, Blueberry, and the hoplites had been waiting for a few minutes. Each was responsible for defending a section of about ten meters. The task would have been impossible for a human, but Priam could cover that distance in a fraction of a second.
The cold wind changed direction, carrying the putrid smells toward the forest. As his nose was finally freed from torment, Priam felt his patience waning. The wait was becoming burdensome. A silent question lingered on everyone's lips.
"Why aren't they attacking?"
It had been three minutes since Priam and Louis had joined the other defenders. No Necromoon servants had pursued them out of the forest. The horde gathered under the cover of trees, silent and terrifying. The red eyes and bloody halos of revenants of all kinds contrasted with the black background of the underbrush. Added to the sound of bones clashing and flesh rubbing against bark, the scene was horrifying.
Even more horrifying was the number of enemies. Priam's HUD was covered in red dots.
"There must be a leader," Kazuki finally declared. It was the most probable explanation. Their basic instinct didn't allow them to wait to launch a brutal assault. A higher consciousness commanded them.
"I volunteer to eliminate it." It was Hyshana's voice. Her husband had dampened her voice before relaying it himself, demonstrating once again his mastery of his Concept.
"You would be too easily corrupted," Kazuki refused. Hyshana was a warrior who excelled in close combat, not in reconnaissance or elimination. "Priam, Jasmine, Elaine, are any of you confident?"
Elaine? Priam turned to a hoplite juggling with golden runes. She was a glass cannon sniper.
"Sir, I can't do much without knowing the leader's position," the hoplite replied.
"What is ve doing?" Priam asked mentally his subordinate.
"She's heading towards the territory of the rabhorns. Should I follow her out of Log-a-rhythm's territory?"
Outside of his land, Priam would have no connection with Jasmine. She could evade him for the rest of her days without a problem. Worse, if Sumstreh captured her, the god would discover the truth about his condition. Too risky.
"Abandon the pursuit and find the leader of the revenants. Kill them if possible, otherwise send me their position. Do not leave the Log-a-rhythms domain."
"Understood."
"Jasmine will take care of the leader," Priam announced to the group.
Without his most powerful attacks, he couldn't afford to plunge into the sea of revenants. If corruption reached him, he would have to commit suicide. While usually a positive thing, the gained attributes were now dangerous.
"Good. For the rest, stay at your posts, conserve your aether, and avoid flashy attacks. Priam, how long until the barrier is restored?"
[26 min, 43s before Log-a-rhythm's protective barrier reactivation.]
"Twenty-seven minutes."
"Then we must protect Log-a-rhythm for twenty-seven minutes. It's our top priority; we'll eventually be overwhelmed without it. Any questions?"
The activation of the event had destroyed Log-a-rhythm's protection. Yet, it was their only way to survive an infinite horde.
"Log-a-rhythm currently has over a thousand Potential points," revealed Priam. "I was thinking of purchasing Abundance - Life II or Camouflage II."
Priam wanted the hoplite's advice on this kind of tactical decision. Kazuki had been the active military leader of an empire for decades. The high human wasn't arrogant enough to think his calls would be any better.
"Could Life reinforce Log-a-rhythm's resistance to corruption?"
"It's almost certain. But if Camouflage is powerful enough, it could end the conflict," analyzed Priam. If the revenants couldn't find their base anymore, its inhabitants would no longer be in danger.
Silence answered him, as Kazuki was deep in thought.
"Let's wait for the barrier to be restored," the hoplite decided eventually. "If we can't defend, we'll use Life. Otherwise, Camouflage will be more useful."
As if waiting for Kazuki's decision, a roar came from the cover of the trees.
From the shadows, hundreds of animals, each different from the others, began to march. Bone-white, putrid black, and bloody red mixed to form a colored wave of death. The ranks of the dead were tight, and their contained rage made the air tremble.
Priam paled at the marching necromantic army. The fate awaiting those who succumbed to corruption was chilling. Priam was confident in his ability to survive, but he feared for his loved ones. The battle would be tough because each corrupted could inoculate the Necromoon's curse.
Unless I kill them first, he motivated himself.
"[Spirit of the Braves]," declared Hyshana's voice just before a wave of vigor invaded Priam. His already formidable endurance seemed bottomless now.
A tremor shook the rampart as the first corrupted monsters impaled themselves on it. Priam sighed in relief as he saw the skeletons crumble to dust. The spikes were working. Furious and enraged, the revenants continued to throw themselves into the ditch.
A few seconds later, the situation was beginning to deteriorate. If the bones disappeared, the System did not take care of the recently dead revenants' putrefied flesh. As the corpses piled up, the pit filled.
"Contact in a few seconds," Kazuki said. "Let your blades sing!"
Priam prepared Promesse as the claws of a giant reptile reached the rampart's edge. The enemy was finally here. Without unnecessary thought, Priam attacked, splitting the skull of the claw's owner.
Turning his hips a few degrees, Priam used [Unrelenting Thrust], retrieving his weapon and attacking again, pulverizing a new enemy. Everywhere, the corrupted ones climbed. The pile of crushed bones, flesh, and revenants was rising, allowing the enemies to progress.
Imagining a death line, Priam began to leap from one end of his section to the other, slashing and thrusting tirelessly. Entering a deadly routine, part of his consciousness calmed down, focused on eliminating opponents optimally. He micro-controlled his muscles, executing his skills perfectly.
Time lost its meaning. Promesse beheaded, pierced, eviscerated, pulverized, and bisected his enemies. His Sun points accumulated as the pit filled with white powder. Like a death machine, Priam made no mistakes, directing his armed arm against every monster that dared to cross the death line.
He was in the zone.
Lvl Up: [Focus] lvl 39
PERC +1
Priam Azura existed, and the world acknowledged his presence and its effects.
Lets try again.
With disconcerting ease, his aura merged with his mist, transforming it. As proven by his Unity with the Fire, Concepts had a defined instinct. When his Aura fused with his mist, its nature metamorphosed.
His mist was no longer insidious and elusive; it was conquering and destructive.
Priam loved it.
Activating his charisma, and thus his aura, to the maximum, Priam directed his fog towards the revenants. The overwhelmed abominations froze as the aether structure supporting their skeletons collapsed. Before Priam, the corrupted were in disarray, unable to resist his power.
The deadly fog continued its path, mercilessly annihilating each corrupted one it touched, like their nemesis.
It conquered aether, devoured energy, and corroded matter, Priam realized.
Before he could experiment further, the Tier 1s launched their attack. To counter them, Priam summoned a dozen mist tentacles. Intercepting the attackers, the fog evaporated them on contact. Freshly resurrected, the corrupted did not yet deserve their Tier. Only the former Tier 2 resisted the corrosion long enough to reach Elaine. The hoplite extended a hand tattooed with a glowing rune.
A spear of light left her hand, pushing the assailant into the Conquest mist. Sacrificing part of his Conquest bonus, Priam strengthened his fog, annihilating the corrupted one.
The next moment, the army of the dead descended upon the defenders as if possessed.
"Brace yourself!" Kazuki shouted.
"Allow me" Priam replied before closing his eyes.
Drawing from his reserves, he summoned all the mist he could. His meridians groaned under torrents of aether. A wave appeared among the defenders, and Priam fused his entire Conquest Aura into it.
He opened his eyes and let the wave surge. The floods devastated the enemy ranks like a divine cavalry charge. Faced with such fury, the revenants were obliterated. The tsunami carried away part of the horde, leaving behind a white ground and a light silence.
Event: Necromoon.
Banishment of a corrupted (Tier 2 - common) - Sun point +100
Banishment of - Sun point +1784
Breathing heavily while the other defenders looked at each other in amazement, Priam scrolled through his long list of notifications. Something had changed.
Finally, reaching the bottom, he found it.
Lvl Up: [Moon Mist] lvl 60
PERC +4
CHAR +2
META (AFFI) +3
[Moon Mist] has reached level 60, its maximum level as an Epic skill.
Status:
PHYSICAL:
Strength 437 (+12)
Constitution 794
Agility 446
Vitality 684
Perception 666 (+12)
MENTAL:
Vivacity 388 (+3)
Dexterity 487 (+6)
Memory 218
Willpower 836
Charisma 506 (+7)
META:
Meta-affinity 415 (+7)
Meta-focus 334 (+4)
Meta-endurance 260
Meta-perception 201
Meta-chance 230
Meta-authority 15
Potential: 3304 (+19)
Tier 0
Sun points : 2103 (+2071)
[He Who Eludes Death] charge: PRIMED.
[Tribulation]: Six Tribulations pending.
Future Tribulations delayed until:
Time: 170 days 1 hours 29 minutes 28 seconds.
Next thresholds: 12 attributes > 400 / 6 attribute > 600 / 3 attributes > 800
Chapter 175: The Last of UsA monstrous yet silent crowd was withstanding the defenders' gaze. The Necromoon's slaves looked at the living with eyes burning with hatred."I feel like we're the last survivors in this world," murmured Priam."It's a biodiversity disaster," agreed Louis."It's mostly a disaster for my nostrils," Blueberry grumbled.Priam couldn't help but agree. With every inhale, he felt like he was breathing in the distilled scent of a charnel house."Even my cat's litter smells better," grimaced Louis, pinching his nose."What's that?" asked the bear, scratching his ear."A place to do your business," replied Priam."Thats weird. There are places where you can't?" The bear inquired.A bad feeling grew in Priam."Since you've been here, where have you sh""Silence !" Kazuki's voice echoed. The hoplite used his Concept with terrifying precision to simulate sounds directly in the defenders' ears. Without Domain, a warrior would have been defenseless against this kind of power.novelbin.comWith a glance, Priam checked the emotional state of their strategist. Kazuki clenched his teeth, attempting to solve an unsolvable problem. How could fourteen defenders defend such an imposing base?Priam and the rest of the fighters stood on an earthen rampart. Recently constructed, the defense formed a semi-circle forty meters from Log-a-rhythm. Its two ends met the river that secured the north of the base.The rampart's soil came from a ditch just in front, three meters deep, rigged with enchanted stakes. At the top of the mound, Priam, Louis, Blueberry, and the hoplites had been waiting for a few minutes. Each was responsible for defending a section of about ten meters. The task would have been impossible for a human, but Priam could cover that distance in a fraction of a second.The cold wind changed direction, carrying the putrid smells toward the forest. As his nose was finally freed from torment, Priam felt his patience waning. The wait was becoming burdensome. A silent question lingered on everyone's lips."Why aren't they attacking?"It had been three minutes since Priam and Louis had joined the other defenders. No Necromoon servants had pursued them out of the forest. The horde gathered under the cover of trees, silent and terrifying. The red eyes and bloody halos of revenants of all kinds contrasted with the black background of the underbrush. Added to the sound of bones clashing and flesh rubbing against bark, the scene was horrifying.Even more horrifying was the number of enemies. Priam's HUD was covered in red dots."There must be a leader," Kazuki finally declared. It was the most probable explanation. Their basic instinct didn't allow them to wait to launch a brutal assault. A higher consciousness commanded them."I volunteer to eliminate it." It was Hyshana's voice. Her husband had dampened her voice before relaying it himself, demonstrating once again his mastery of his Concept."You would be too easily corrupted," Kazuki refused. Hyshana was a warrior who excelled in close combat, not in reconnaissance or elimination. "Priam, Jasmine, Elaine, are any of you confident?"Elaine? Priam turned to a hoplite juggling with golden runes. She was a glass cannon sniper."Sir, I can't do much without knowing the leader's position," the hoplite replied."What is ve doing?" Priam asked mentally his subordinate."She's heading towards the territory of the rabhorns. Should I follow her out of Log-a-rhythm's territory?"Outside of his land, Priam would have no connection with Jasmine. She could evade him for the rest of her days without a problem. Worse, if Sumstreh captured her, the god would discover the truth about his condition. Too risky."Abandon the pursuit and find the leader of the revenants. Kill them if possible, otherwise send me their position. Do not leave the Log-a-rhythms domain.""Understood.""Jasmine will take care of the leader," Priam announced to the group.Without his most powerful attacks, he couldn't afford to plunge into the sea of revenants. If corruption reached him, he would have to commit suicide. While usually a positive thing, the gained attributes were now dangerous."Good. For the rest, stay at your posts, conserve your aether, and avoid flashy attacks. Priam, how long until the barrier is restored?"26 min, 43s before Log-a-rhythm's protective barrier reactivation."Twenty-seven minutes.""Then we must protect Log-a-rhythm for twenty-seven minutes. It's our top priority; we'll eventually be overwhelmed without it. Any questions?"The activation of the event had destroyed Log-a-rhythm's protection. Yet, it was their only way to survive an infinite horde."Log-a-rhythm currently has over a thousand Potential points," revealed Priam. "I was thinking of purchasing Abundance - Life II or Camouflage II."Priam wanted the hoplite's advice on this kind of tactical decision. Kazuki had been the active military leader of an empire for decades. The high human wasn't arrogant enough to think his calls would be any better."Could Life reinforce Log-a-rhythm's resistance to corruption?""It's almost certain. But if Camouflage is powerful enough, it could end the conflict," analyzed Priam. If the revenants couldn't find their base anymore, its inhabitants would no longer be in danger.Silence answered him, as Kazuki was deep in thought."Let's wait for the barrier to be restored," the hoplite decided eventually. "If we can't defend, we'll use Life. Otherwise, Camouflage will be more useful."As if waiting for Kazuki's decision, a roar came from the cover of the trees.From the shadows, hundreds of animals, each different from the others, began to march. Bone-white, putrid black, and bloody red mixed to form a colored wave of death. The ranks of the dead were tight, and their contained rage made the air tremble.Priam paled at the marching necromantic army. The fate awaiting those who succumbed to corruption was chilling. Priam was confident in his ability to survive, but he feared for his loved ones. The battle would be tough because each corrupted could inoculate the Necromoon's curse.Unless I kill them first, he motivated himself."Spirit of the Braves," declared Hyshana's voice just before a wave of vigor invaded Priam. His already formidable endurance seemed bottomless now.A tremor shook the rampart as the first corrupted monsters impaled themselves on it. Priam sighed in relief as he saw the skeletons crumble to dust. The spikes were working. Furious and enraged, the revenants continued to throw themselves into the ditch.A few seconds later, the situation was beginning to deteriorate. If the bones disappeared, the System did not take care of the recently dead revenants' putrefied flesh. As the corpses piled up, the pit filled."Contact in a few seconds," Kazuki said. "Let your blades sing!"Priam prepared Promesse as the claws of a giant reptile reached the rampart's edge. The enemy was finally here. Without unnecessary thought, Priam attacked, splitting the skull of the claw's owner.Turning his hips a few degrees, Priam used Unrelenting Thrust, retrieving his weapon and attacking again, pulverizing a new enemy. Everywhere, the corrupted ones climbed. The pile of crushed bones, flesh, and revenants was rising, allowing the enemies to progress.Imagining a death line, Priam began to leap from one end of his section to the other, slashing and thrusting tirelessly. Entering a deadly routine, part of his consciousness calmed down, focused on eliminating opponents optimally. He micro-controlled his muscles, executing his skills perfectly.Time lost its meaning. Promesse beheaded, pierced, eviscerated, pulverized, and bisected his enemies. His Sun points accumulated as the pit filled with white powder. Like a death machine, Priam made no mistakes, directing his armed arm against every monster that dared to cross the death line.He was in the zone.Lvl Up: Focus lvl 39PERC +1Priam Azura existed, and the world acknowledged his presence and its effects.Lets try again.With disconcerting ease, his aura merged with his mist, transforming it. As proven by his Unity with the Fire, Concepts had a defined instinct. When his Aura fused with his mist, its nature metamorphosed.His mist was no longer insidious and elusive; it was conquering and destructive.Priam loved it.Activating his charisma, and thus his aura, to the maximum, Priam directed his fog towards the revenants. The overwhelmed abominations froze as the aether structure supporting their skeletons collapsed. Before Priam, the corrupted were in disarray, unable to resist his power.The deadly fog continued its path, mercilessly annihilating each corrupted one it touched, like their nemesis. It conquered aether, devoured energy, and corroded matter, Priam realized.Before he could experiment further, the Tier 1s launched their attack. To counter them, Priam summoned a dozen mist tentacles. Intercepting the attackers, the fog evaporated them on contact. Freshly resurrected, the corrupted did not yet deserve their Tier. Only the former Tier 2 resisted the corrosion long enough to reach Elaine. The hoplite extended a hand tattooed with a glowing rune.A spear of light left her hand, pushing the assailant into the Conquest mist. Sacrificing part of his Conquest bonus, Priam strengthened his fog, annihilating the corrupted one.The next moment, the army of the dead descended upon the defenders as if possessed."Brace yourself!" Kazuki shouted."Allow me" Priam replied before closing his eyes.Drawing from his reserves, he summoned all the mist he could. His meridians groaned under torrents of aether. A wave appeared among the defenders, and Priam fused his entire Conquest Aura into it.He opened his eyes and let the wave surge. The floods devastated the enemy ranks like a divine cavalry charge. Faced with such fury, the revenants were obliterated. The tsunami carried away part of the horde, leaving behind a white ground and a light silence.Event: Necromoon.Banishment of a corrupted Tier 2 - common - Sun point +100Banishment of - Sun point +1784Breathing heavily while the other defenders looked at each other in amazement, Priam scrolled through his long list of notifications. Something had changed.Finally, reaching the bottom, he found it.Lvl Up: Moon Mist lvl 60PERC +4CHAR +2META AFFI +3Moon Mist has reached level 60, its maximum level as an Epic skill. Status: PHYSICAL:Strength 437 +12 Constitution 794 Agility 446 Vitality 684 Perception 666 +12 MENTAL:Vivacity 388 +3Dexterity 487 +6 Memory 218Willpower 836Charisma 506 +7 META:Meta-affinity 415 +7 Meta-focus 334 +4Meta-endurance 260 Meta-perception 201 Meta-chance 230Meta-authority 15Potential: 3304 +19Tier 0Sun points : 2103 +2071He Who Eludes Death charge: PRIMED.Tribulation: Six Tribulations pending.Future Tribulations delayed until:Time: 170 days 1 hours 29 minutes 28 seconds.Next thresholds: 12 attributes 400 / 6 attribute 600 / 3 attributes 800
