Chapter 53: Priam's Shadow
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Chapter 53: Priam's Shadow
Finally, the creature at his feet was brought down. Its Vitality was ridiculous, but fortunately, it didn't seem to possess any active skills. It might change if the Revenants improved their rituals or for Viscount-rank Abominations. Priam took a moment to imagine a Viscount Abomination with the nine lives of Nemea and shuddered. Don't raise flags, you dumbass!
Coughing due to the stench, Priam plugged his nose. The Abomination's corpse was made of the bloody flesh of human cadavers. He had never smelled anything so bad, and only his concentration during the fight prevented him from paying attention to the smell.
Priam quickly pocketed the core and consulted his attributes to ensure he hadn't triggered a fourth Tribulation. Sighing with relief, he froze the next moment. Out of the corner of his eye, he had spotted an anomaly. He hadn't deactivated [Aether Perception] and it was sending back a different image from his regular sight.
With a fluid gesture, Priam called his spear back into his hand and prepared to throw it. Twenty meters up the tunnel, between two light crystals embedded in the wall, laid an intruder. Priam's extraordinary Perception detected nothing out of the ordinary, but a gold-colored, humanoid-shaped mass of aether was visible. The golden color of the aether made Priam hesitate. Instinctively, he knew it was the color of humans.
"Who are you?" Priam chose to confront the unknown rather than play ignorant. After all, he had frozen when he spotted the intruder. The person's camouflage was sophisticated and betrayed a competent person. She had undoubtedly realized that he had noticed a problem.
For ten seconds, nothing moved. Priam waited. He asked "Who are you?" not "Who's there?". If the stranger wasn't stupid, he'd know Priam wasn't bluffing. Finally, after some thirty seconds of staring toward the aether mass, space blurred, and a silhouette appeared.
A masked woman in dark clothing slowly rose to her feet. Her short-cropped black hair and a panoply of weapons strapped to her belt screamed assassin. She watched Priam without saying a word.
"Are you part of the Assassins' Guild?" finally asked Priam.
"You may consider me so, but I'm not part of the Guild. I serve my master, King Prometheus," replied the assassin.
Prometheus... The name of the titanic benefactor of humanity. Arbiter of the quarrels between men and gods. Greek mythology told that he transmitted fire to humans and was punished for it. The name choice was meaningful, and Priam was already analyzing it.
"... I'm Priam."
"I know you are. I've been following you since you arrived at the Dome."
Priam's eyes widened. Surprise gave way to suspicion. If this was true, then this assassin's skills were extraordinary. Neither he nor Sphinx had been able to detect it. Priam's heartbeat quickened and he kept his spear at the ready. She'd never attacked him, but he was annoyed at having been followed for so long. When will the day come when I have no more nasty surprises? Not until I became the eighth concept, I guess...
"Why?"
"By order of my master. An Achievement is rare, and only my King and his first knight can boast of having been graced with this honor. To my knowledge, you are the only human to have obtained two Achievements. My King is interested in a possible rival."
Priam greeted the news calmly. Maya had been able to defeat a Baron alone just hours after him. She'd just missed out on the Achievement. It was expected for other humans to have been able to perform actions extraordinary enough to earn an Achievement. After all, Priam knew very little about this new Universe and had certainly missed out on many opportunities.
That these humans refused to announce their feat was more surprising. Instinctively, Priam had allowed the Concepts to declare his victory to notify his family. Apparently, some were more timid. Or they've got a hidden agenda.
"A rival? I'm not looking to be a king," Priam replied. Freedom was hard enough to obtain without chaining oneself to subjects.
The assassin nodded. "That's what I told my King. I also conveyed that you were too freedom-loving to bend the knee. Nevertheless, I'm going to ask you. Do you agree to serve Prometheus and help him unify humanity?"L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
In Priams opinion, this Prometheus was shaping up to be another raving lunatic...
"I'm afraid I must decline. Nevertheless, you're competent, and if he gained an Achievement, he must be too. Perhaps we can join forces temporarily to wipe out the Revenants?" asked Priam. If each Abomination required two Baron cores and a few sacrifices, the Revenants possibly had hundreds of these monstrosities. Priam couldn't stop them all before they devastated a Dome.
The assassin shook her head. "My King will destroy the Revenants in due time."
"In due time? Priam raised an eyebrow. They'll slaughter millions of humans if they release these creatures," Priam said, looking down at the carpet of flesh and blood at his feet.
"Humanity never blooms as well as it does under pressure. Sensing that Priam was about to get angry, she added.
Do you know the statistics of civilizations captured by Concepts? Half disappear in less than ten years. Only ten percent survive more than a century."
The assassin's eyes were filled with terrifying conviction as she continued. "Millions will die, and billions will survive. Humanity must win."
Priam gritted his teeth. Of course, everyone thought they knew better. But when an opinion condemned or saved millions of humans, one had to think carefully about one's choices. Priam had thought about it, and apparently, so had Prometheus.
"Then I think we have nothing more to say to each other. I'm not a shield or a leader. I'm a Spear. And I have no master," Priam announced.
The assassin remained silent, then disappeared. This time [Aether Perception] perceived a thin thread of aether that evaporated directly into the tunnel.
Lvl Up: [Aether Perception] lvl 8
META (PERC) +3
She was gone. As Priam relaxed his vigilance, the assassin's voice echoed through the tunnel.
"Anatole is on his way to defeat an Earl. His Abominations are still too weak. He will not succeed and return to create an Abomination of Earl rank. To do this, he needs two Earl or Dome Lord cores..."
Sphinx! Priam trusted his friend. She was powerful. Yet he'd had a bad feeling ever since his arrival in Viracocha, and the stranger's words crystallized it. Something nasty is up...
Priam concentrated again. He didn't have much time left. First and foremost, he decided to keep [Aether Perception] permanently activated. It was unthinkable for him to be so blind again. Moreover, the next assassins would certainly be protected against his skill if it remained low level.
Before returning to the Revenants' headquarters, he observed his rewards. It was essential to know oneself in order to triumph.
Title received
[Fighter of the Depths - Bronze] - The Depths, the deserts between worlds, are a little-known place. Strange creatures reign there. Some harmless, others frightening. You've attracted the attention of one of them and succeeded in slaying it. However, this artificial creature would have been too weak to survive the Depths...
As you look at the Depths, they look at you.
STR +10%
"I'm sorry, but I've seen what your faction is capable of. If I let you live, the System will force you to continue. I'd be a coward to let you live," Priam explained. He wasn't sure why he was justifying himself, but the six guards before him couldn't have been more than thirty years old. Seeing six - almost - humans of his age and terrorized left a bitter taste in his mouth.
"We... We can let you through!"
Priam took a breath to answer before stopping himself. Two seconds later, he sighed. What was the point of talking? Why waste time and humanize these guards by talking when he had to kill them in the end?
"Sorry..."
As he spoke these words, Priam realized he wasn't in his right mind. He'd seen a man cut in half. He'd killed people. Many people. Priam didn't know whether to laugh or cry to overcome the shock, but he knew he didn't have time. He buried his hatred, his anger, his distress and his fear.
Priam disappeared from the guards' view. Fully using [Kinetic Control], he smashed into them like a bowling ball intent on strike. The three guards flew in all directions. His spear moved quickly, and he pierced their bodies in the air thanks to Micro. Without stopping, the young man entered the still-open vault.
Lvl Up: [Strike] lvl 17
STR +1
No sooner had he passed through the open gates than Priam suddenly stopped. The three guards who had taken refuge there had disappeared. Only their weapons remained on the ground, testifying to their disappearance. Above the swords, three silent Abominations stared at him. Each was five times more imposing than the horror he had destroyed thirty minutes earlier.
Priam backed away slowly before hitting a wall. A glance made him swear. The enormous vault door had closed without a sound. His mist had sensed nothing, and some skill must have manipulated him. The Revenants had succeeded in deceiving his senses after making him lower his guard. He had fallen into a trap the moment he set foot in the cathedral.
The central Abomination screamed and Priam clenched his spear. He would admire his enemies' plan later. For now, he had to try to get out alive to not destroy Bechar's seal and trigger a fourth Tribulation.
"It's going to be complicated..."
Status: (Average value for a Homo sapiens male before integration: PHY 10 / MEN 10 / META 0)
PHYSICAL:
Strength 143 (+3)
Constitution 197
Agility 150
Vitality 215
Perception 284 (+5)
MENTAL:
Vivacity 168
Dexterity 155
Memory 39
Willpower 193
Charisma 138 (+3)
META:
Meta-affinity 122 (+3)
Meta-focus 86
Meta-endurance 61
Meta-perception 26 (+3)
Meta-chance 114
Potential: 862 (+7)
Tier 0
[He Who Eludes Death] charge: PRIMED.
[Tribulation]: Tribulations are coming.
Time: 22 hours 46 minutes 27 seconds.
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Chapter 53: Priam's Shadow
Finally, the creature at his feet was brought down. Its Vitality was ridiculous, but fortunately, it didn't seem to possess any active skills. It might change if the Revenants improved their rituals or for Viscount-rank Abominations. Priam took a moment to imagine a Viscount Abomination with the nine lives of Nemea and shuddered. Don't raise flags, you dumbass!
Coughing due to the stench, Priam plugged his nose. The Abomination's corpse was made of the bloody flesh of human cadavers. He had never smelled anything so bad, and only his concentration during the fight prevented him from paying attention to the smell.
Priam quickly pocketed the core and consulted his attributes to ensure he hadn't triggered a fourth Tribulation. Sighing with relief, he froze the next moment. Out of the corner of his eye, he had spotted an anomaly. He hadn't deactivated [Aether Perception] and it was sending back a different image from his regular sight.
With a fluid gesture, Priam called his spear back into his hand and prepared to throw it. Twenty meters up the tunnel, between two light crystals embedded in the wall, laid an intruder. Priam's extraordinary Perception detected nothing out of the ordinary, but a gold-colored, humanoid-shaped mass of aether was visible. The golden color of the aether made Priam hesitate. Instinctively, he knew it was the color of humans.
"Who are you?" Priam chose to confront the unknown rather than play ignorant. After all, he had frozen when he spotted the intruder. The person's camouflage was sophisticated and betrayed a competent person. She had undoubtedly realized that he had noticed a problem.
For ten seconds, nothing moved. Priam waited. He asked "Who are you?" not "Who's there?". If the stranger wasn't stupid, he'd know Priam wasn't bluffing. Finally, after some thirty seconds of staring toward the aether mass, space blurred, and a silhouette appeared.
A masked woman in dark clothing slowly rose to her feet. Her short-cropped black hair and a panoply of weapons strapped to her belt screamed assassin. She watched Priam without saying a word.
"Are you part of the Assassins' Guild?" finally asked Priam.
"You may consider me so, but I'm not part of the Guild. I serve my master, King Prometheus," replied the assassin.
Prometheus... The name of the titanic benefactor of humanity. Arbiter of the quarrels between men and gods. Greek mythology told that he transmitted fire to humans and was punished for it. The name choice was meaningful, and Priam was already analyzing it.
"... I'm Priam."
"I know you are. I've been following you since you arrived at the Dome."
Priam's eyes widened. Surprise gave way to suspicion. If this was true, then this assassin's skills were extraordinary. Neither he nor Sphinx had been able to detect it. Priam's heartbeat quickened and he kept his spear at the ready. She'd never attacked him, but he was annoyed at having been followed for so long. When will the day come when I have no more nasty surprises? Not until I became the eighth concept, I guess...
"Why?"
"By order of my master. An Achievement is rare, and only my King and his first knight can boast of having been graced with this honor. To my knowledge, you are the only human to have obtained two Achievements. My King is interested in a possible rival."
Priam greeted the news calmly. Maya had been able to defeat a Baron alone just hours after him. She'd just missed out on the Achievement. It was expected for other humans to have been able to perform actions extraordinary enough to earn an Achievement. After all, Priam knew very little about this new Universe and had certainly missed out on many opportunities.
That these humans refused to announce their feat was more surprising. Instinctively, Priam had allowed the Concepts to declare his victory to notify his family. Apparently, some were more timid. Or they've got a hidden agenda.
"A rival? I'm not looking to be a king," Priam replied. Freedom was hard enough to obtain without chaining oneself to subjects.
The assassin nodded. "That's what I told my King. I also conveyed that you were too freedom-loving to bend the knee. Nevertheless, I'm going to ask you. Do you agree to serve Prometheus and help him unify humanity?"L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
In Priams opinion, this Prometheus was shaping up to be another raving lunatic...
"I'm afraid I must decline. Nevertheless, you're competent, and if he gained an Achievement, he must be too. Perhaps we can join forces temporarily to wipe out the Revenants?" asked Priam. If each Abomination required two Baron cores and a few sacrifices, the Revenants possibly had hundreds of these monstrosities. Priam couldn't stop them all before they devastated a Dome.
The assassin shook her head. "My King will destroy the Revenants in due time."
"In due time? Priam raised an eyebrow. They'll slaughter millions of humans if they release these creatures," Priam said, looking down at the carpet of flesh and blood at his feet.
"Humanity never blooms as well as it does under pressure. Sensing that Priam was about to get angry, she added.
Do you know the statistics of civilizations captured by Concepts? Half disappear in less than ten years. Only ten percent survive more than a century."
The assassin's eyes were filled with terrifying conviction as she continued. "Millions will die, and billions will survive. Humanity must win."
Priam gritted his teeth. Of course, everyone thought they knew better. But when an opinion condemned or saved millions of humans, one had to think carefully about one's choices. Priam had thought about it, and apparently, so had Prometheus.
"Then I think we have nothing more to say to each other. I'm not a shield or a leader. I'm a Spear. And I have no master," Priam announced.
The assassin remained silent, then disappeared. This time [Aether Perception] perceived a thin thread of aether that evaporated directly into the tunnel.
Lvl Up: [Aether Perception] lvl 8
META (PERC) +3
She was gone. As Priam relaxed his vigilance, the assassin's voice echoed through the tunnel.
"Anatole is on his way to defeat an Earl. His Abominations are still too weak. He will not succeed and return to create an Abomination of Earl rank. To do this, he needs two Earl or Dome Lord cores..."
Sphinx! Priam trusted his friend. She was powerful. Yet he'd had a bad feeling ever since his arrival in Viracocha, and the stranger's words crystallized it. Something nasty is up...
Priam concentrated again. He didn't have much time left. First and foremost, he decided to keep [Aether Perception] permanently activated. It was unthinkable for him to be so blind again. Moreover, the next assassins would certainly be protected against his skill if it remained low level.
Before returning to the Revenants' headquarters, he observed his rewards. It was essential to know oneself in order to triumph.
Title received
[Fighter of the Depths - Bronze] - The Depths, the deserts between worlds, are a little-known place. Strange creatures reign there. Some harmless, others frightening. You've attracted the attention of one of them and succeeded in slaying it. However, this artificial creature would have been too weak to survive the Depths...
As you look at the Depths, they look at you.
STR +10%
"I'm sorry, but I've seen what your faction is capable of. If I let you live, the System will force you to continue. I'd be a coward to let you live," Priam explained. He wasn't sure why he was justifying himself, but the six guards before him couldn't have been more than thirty years old. Seeing six - almost - humans of his age and terrorized left a bitter taste in his mouth.
"We... We can let you through!"
Priam took a breath to answer before stopping himself. Two seconds later, he sighed. What was the point of talking? Why waste time and humanize these guards by talking when he had to kill them in the end?
"Sorry..."
As he spoke these words, Priam realized he wasn't in his right mind. He'd seen a man cut in half. He'd killed people. Many people. Priam didn't know whether to laugh or cry to overcome the shock, but he knew he didn't have time. He buried his hatred, his anger, his distress and his fear.
Priam disappeared from the guards' view. Fully using [Kinetic Control], he smashed into them like a bowling ball intent on strike. The three guards flew in all directions. His spear moved quickly, and he pierced their bodies in the air thanks to Micro. Without stopping, the young man entered the still-open vault.
Lvl Up: [Strike] lvl 17
STR +1
No sooner had he passed through the open gates than Priam suddenly stopped. The three guards who had taken refuge there had disappeared. Only their weapons remained on the ground, testifying to their disappearance. Above the swords, three silent Abominations stared at him. Each was five times more imposing than the horror he had destroyed thirty minutes earlier.
Priam backed away slowly before hitting a wall. A glance made him swear. The enormous vault door had closed without a sound. His mist had sensed nothing, and some skill must have manipulated him. The Revenants had succeeded in deceiving his senses after making him lower his guard. He had fallen into a trap the moment he set foot in the cathedral.
The central Abomination screamed and Priam clenched his spear. He would admire his enemies' plan later. For now, he had to try to get out alive to not destroy Bechar's seal and trigger a fourth Tribulation.
"It's going to be complicated..."
Status: (Average value for a Homo sapiens male before integration: PHY 10 / MEN 10 / META 0)
PHYSICAL:
Strength 143 (+3)
Constitution 197
Agility 150
Vitality 215
Perception 284 (+5)
MENTAL:
Vivacity 168
Dexterity 155
Memory 39
Willpower 193
Charisma 138 (+3)
META:
Meta-affinity 122 (+3)
Meta-focus 86
Meta-endurance 61
Meta-perception 26 (+3)
Meta-chance 114
Potential: 862 (+7)
Tier 0
[He Who Eludes Death] charge: PRIMED.
[Tribulation]: Tribulations are coming.
Time: 22 hours 46 minutes 27 seconds.
Chapter 53: Priam's ShadowFinally, the creature at his feet was brought down. Its Vitality was ridiculous, but fortunately, it didn't seem to possess any active skills. It might change if the Revenants improved their rituals or for Viscount-rank Abominations. Priam took a moment to imagine a Viscount Abomination with the nine lives of Nemea and shuddered. Don't raise flags, you dumbass! Coughing due to the stench, Priam plugged his nose. The Abomination's corpse was made of the bloody flesh of human cadavers. He had never smelled anything so bad, and only his concentration during the fight prevented him from paying attention to the smell.Priam quickly pocketed the core and consulted his attributes to ensure he hadn't triggered a fourth Tribulation. Sighing with relief, he froze the next moment. Out of the corner of his eye, he had spotted an anomaly. He hadn't deactivated Aether Perception and it was sending back a different image from his regular sight.With a fluid gesture, Priam called his spear back into his hand and prepared to throw it. Twenty meters up the tunnel, between two light crystals embedded in the wall, laid an intruder. Priam's extraordinary Perception detected nothing out of the ordinary, but a gold-colored, humanoid-shaped mass of aether was visible. The golden color of the aether made Priam hesitate. Instinctively, he knew it was the color of humans."Who are you?" Priam chose to confront the unknown rather than play ignorant. After all, he had frozen when he spotted the intruder. The person's camouflage was sophisticated and betrayed a competent person. She had undoubtedly realized that he had noticed a problem. For ten seconds, nothing moved. Priam waited. He asked "Who are you?" not "Who's there?". If the stranger wasn't stupid, he'd know Priam wasn't bluffing. Finally, after some thirty seconds of staring toward the aether mass, space blurred, and a silhouette appeared.A masked woman in dark clothing slowly rose to her feet. Her short-cropped black hair and a panoply of weapons strapped to her belt screamed assassin. She watched Priam without saying a word."Are you part of the Assassins' Guild?" finally asked Priam. "You may consider me so, but I'm not part of the Guild. I serve my master, King Prometheus," replied the assassin.Prometheus... The name of the titanic benefactor of humanity. Arbiter of the quarrels between men and gods. Greek mythology told that he transmitted fire to humans and was punished for it. The name choice was meaningful, and Priam was already analyzing it."... I'm Priam.""I know you are. I've been following you since you arrived at the Dome."Priam's eyes widened. Surprise gave way to suspicion. If this was true, then this assassin's skills were extraordinary. Neither he nor Sphinx had been able to detect it. Priam's heartbeat quickened and he kept his spear at the ready. She'd never attacked him, but he was annoyed at having been followed for so long. When will the day come when I have no more nasty surprises? Not until I became the eighth concept, I guess..."Why?""By order of my master. An Achievement is rare, and only my King and his first knight can boast of having been graced with this honor. To my knowledge, you are the only human to have obtained two Achievements. My King is interested in a possible rival."Priam greeted the news calmly. Maya had been able to defeat a Baron alone just hours after him. She'd just missed out on the Achievement. It was expected for other humans to have been able to perform actions extraordinary enough to earn an Achievement. After all, Priam knew very little about this new Universe and had certainly missed out on many opportunities.That these humans refused to announce their feat was more surprising. Instinctively, Priam had allowed the Concepts to declare his victory to notify his family. Apparently, some were more timid. Or they've got a hidden agenda."A rival? I'm not looking to be a king," Priam replied. Freedom was hard enough to obtain without chaining oneself to subjects.The assassin nodded. "That's what I told my King. I also conveyed that you were too freedom-loving to bend the knee. Nevertheless, I'm going to ask you. Do you agree to serve Prometheus and help him unify humanity?"L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Nvl--B1n.In Priams opinion, this Prometheus was shaping up to be another raving lunatic..."I'm afraid I must decline. Nevertheless, you're competent, and if he gained an Achievement, he must be too. Perhaps we can join forces temporarily to wipe out the Revenants?" asked Priam. If each Abomination required two Baron cores and a few sacrifices, the Revenants possibly had hundreds of these monstrosities. Priam couldn't stop them all before they devastated a Dome.The assassin shook her head. "My King will destroy the Revenants in due time.""In due time? Priam raised an eyebrow. They'll slaughter millions of humans if they release these creatures," Priam said, looking down at the carpet of flesh and blood at his feet."Humanity never blooms as well as it does under pressure. Sensing that Priam was about to get angry, she added. Do you know the statistics of civilizations captured by Concepts? Half disappear in less than ten years. Only ten percent survive more than a century."The assassin's eyes were filled with terrifying conviction as she continued. "Millions will die, and billions will survive. Humanity must win."Priam gritted his teeth. Of course, everyone thought they knew better. But when an opinion condemned or saved millions of humans, one had to think carefully about one's choices. Priam had thought about it, and apparently, so had Prometheus."Then I think we have nothing more to say to each other. I'm not a shield or a leader. I'm a Spear. And I have no master," Priam announced.The assassin remained silent, then disappeared. This time Aether Perception perceived a thin thread of aether that evaporated directly into the tunnel. Lvl Up: Aether Perception lvl 8META PERC +3She was gone. As Priam relaxed his vigilance, the assassin's voice echoed through the tunnel."Anatole is on his way to defeat an Earl. His Abominations are still too weak. He will not succeed and return to create an Abomination of Earl rank. To do this, he needs two Earl or Dome Lord cores..."Sphinx! Priam trusted his friend. She was powerful. Yet he'd had a bad feeling ever since his arrival in Viracocha, and the stranger's words crystallized it. Something nasty is up...Priam concentrated again. He didn't have much time left. First and foremost, he decided to keep Aether Perception permanently activated. It was unthinkable for him to be so blind again. Moreover, the next assassins would certainly be protected against his skill if it remained low level.Before returning to the Revenants' headquarters, he observed his rewards. It was essential to know oneself in order to triumph. Title receivedFighter of the Depths - Bronze - The Depths, the deserts between worlds, are a little-known place. Strange creatures reign there. Some harmless, others frightening. You've attracted the attention of one of them and succeeded in slaying it. However, this artificial creature would have been too weak to survive the Depths...As you look at the Depths, they look at you.STR +10%"I'm sorry, but I've seen what your faction is capable of. If I let you live, the System will force you to continue. I'd be a coward to let you live," Priam explained. He wasn't sure why he was justifying himself, but the six guards before him couldn't have been more than thirty years old. Seeing six - almost - humans of his age and terrorized left a bitter taste in his mouth."We... We can let you through!"Priam took a breath to answer before stopping himself. Two seconds later, he sighed. What was the point of talking? Why waste time and humanize these guards by talking when he had to kill them in the end?"Sorry..." As he spoke these words, Priam realized he wasn't in his right mind. He'd seen a man cut in half. He'd killed people. Many people. Priam didn't know whether to laugh or cry to overcome the shock, but he knew he didn't have time. He buried his hatred, his anger, his distress and his fear. Priam disappeared from the guards' view. Fully using Kinetic Control, he smashed into them like a bowling ball intent on strike. The three guards flew in all directions. His spear moved quickly, and he pierced their bodies in the air thanks to Micro. Without stopping, the young man entered the still-open vault.Lvl Up: Strike lvl 17STR +1No sooner had he passed through the open gates than Priam suddenly stopped. The three guards who had taken refuge there had disappeared. Only their weapons remained on the ground, testifying to their disappearance. Above the swords, three silent Abominations stared at him. Each was five times more imposing than the horror he had destroyed thirty minutes earlier.Priam backed away slowly before hitting a wall. A glance made him swear. The enormous vault door had closed without a sound. His mist had sensed nothing, and some skill must have manipulated him. The Revenants had succeeded in deceiving his senses after making him lower his guard. He had fallen into a trap the moment he set foot in the cathedral.The central Abomination screamed and Priam clenched his spear. He would admire his enemies' plan later. For now, he had to try to get out alive to not destroy Bechar's seal and trigger a fourth Tribulation."It's going to be complicated..."Status: Average value for a Homo sapiens male before integration: PHY 10 / MEN 10 / META 0PHYSICAL:Strength 143 +3Constitution 197 Agility 150 Vitality 215 Perception 284 +5MENTAL:Vivacity 168Dexterity 155Memory 39Willpower 193Charisma 138 +3META:Meta-affinity 122 +3Meta-focus 86Meta-endurance 61Meta-perception 26 +3Meta-chance 114Potential: 862 +7Tier 0He Who Eludes Death charge: PRIMED.Tribulation: Tribulations are coming.Time: 22 hours 46 minutes 27 seconds.
