Chapter 81: Spear versus Bow
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Chapter 81: Spear versus Bow
The fissure was small, but it was there. Priam turned quickly to Mercurys man.
"Get my father to safety," he said before running off toward the Ducal Palace. Mercury had promised to find Alain and keep him safe until his reunion with Priam. Only until then. Of course, Priam wanted to see his dad again, but the situation was terribly dangerous. His father's safety was more important.
With a heavy heart, Priam raced towards the Ducal Palace. Located in the center of New Earth, the building sparkled under the light of the wyvern's attacks. Its green and silver reflections would have blinded most men, but not Priam.
Leaping from rooftop to rooftop, avoiding the panicked crowd running through the streets, Priam pondered about his last question. It was due to expire in a few minutes, and a thousand questions were on his mind. How to survive my Tribulations? How to overcome my Tribulations? How to get the most out of my Tribulations?
Running across the green roof of a stall, he looked up. Before him, a wide street separated his building from the next. Stepping on a few flowers, he jumped. His shadow silhouetted against the trees lining the street below, Priam asked the most open question possible.
What do I need to know?
Answer: Set aside your flesh, absorb Damocles' cloud in your Domain.
The last answer had been given. As usual, it was cryptic, but Priam nodded. He understood. L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
Landing on the next building, Priam heard a terrible creak. He wasn't yet dense enough to cause structural damage to the building. The sound resembled that of an iceberg fracturing, and its source was high up. A second crack had appeared at the top of the dome. Clearly, the wyvern wasn't tired.
In response to the fissure, a terrifying roar was heard. Looking up towards the Ducal Palace, Priam chuckled. Apparently, he wouldn't have to make the whole trip. In the distance, the Palace gates opened. Priam resumed his course, modifying his trajectory. The Lord of the Dome was coming to meet him, and he had no intention of confronting him in the middle of the city. The loss of life would be tragic...
Five steps later, his Perception screamed. Throwing himself to his right, Priam barely dodged a projectile. Raising himself in a single movement, he spotted the arrow finishing its course in a building, exploding it. The attack had almost impaled him in mid-air.
Closing his eyes momentarily, Priam understood how his Perception had alerted him about the supersonic attack. He'd never noticed it before, but the dome was also covered in a mist, so fine as almost imperceptible. His new Title and Perception gave him heightened sensitivity. It was this mist that had saved him by spotting a fast-approaching projectile.
At the origin of the shot, a colossus was once again bending his bow. Or rather, a cyclops. A few meters from the heavy Palace gates, the Lord of New Earth had decided to take matters into his own hands. Far from resembling his stupid cousin Polyphemus, his single eye sparkled with intelligence. His movements were graceful, and Priam found himself admiring the dexterity with which the Lord was once again bending his bow.
If Sphinx had unlocked Domain, cyclops had unlocked Micro. Maybe less magical at first sight, this Supremacy was terrifying when its user knew how to use it.
Priam straddled the mist to dodge a second shot that destroyed several buildings behind him. Nobody could have said how many humans had died from this single attack. Shit.
Confronting the cyclops on open ground seemed a mistake, and the rooftops offered no security. Priam jumped into an alley below to cut off the archer's line of sight.
So far from the Market, the fleeing men and women were fewer. But there were enough of them to keep Priam from running at full speed. Quickly looking up at the walls, he gained momentum and attempted a wall jump. The idea was to move from facade to facade.
His right foot brutally crushed the stone of a beautiful house, leaving a trace in the rock. Taking off toward a house on the opposite side of the street, Priam smiled as he flew over the crowd. His other foot landed on a ledge before his powerful muscles, manipulated by Micro, propelled him again.
In a matter of seconds, Priam crossed a hundred meters, flying above the street. It's working! The sensation was exhilarating as he discovered a new way of getting around. In the distance, the silhouette of the Colosseum loomed like a growing shadow over the luminous dome.
Lvl Up: [Art of Movement] lvl 20
AGI +1
PERC +1
DEXT +1
[Art of Movement] has reached level 20. As a rare skill, a bonus is available. Choose one of these three options:
[Great Art of Movement] - You perfect your art. POT -30
[Spatial Movement] - You consider the three spatial dimensions of an environment to optimize your movements. POT -30
[Micro Movement] - You learn to use your whole body to optimize your movements. Synergizes with Micro. POT -30
Priam hesitated for a moment. The three upgrades looked tempting, but only one of them was possible.
As one of his wall jumps destroyed a window frame under the power of his leap, the mist detected a projectile. [Kinetic Control]. Priam accelerated while in air, dodging an arrow that would undoubtedly have been fired from above. The Concepts must have downloaded a wealth of ballistic knowledge into the monster's head, for the shot was perfect.
Lvl Up: [Dodge] lvl 11
AGI +1
The arrow penetrated the ground in an explosion of dust and rock debris. Fragments of cobblestone flew, penetrating defenseless bodies. Several people fell to the ground screaming.
Priam gritted his teeth as he saw a shocked little girl staring at the headless body of what must have been her mother.
Hundreds of frightened humans were running in all directions. As a man with the build of a rugby player threatened to crush the little girl in his panicked flight, Priam straddled the mist, going back. He lifted the child before heading for a nearby building. His Perception detected two whispering voices inside - one relatively high-pitched.
Knocking for a moment on the building door, Priam sighed as he heard the voices fall silent. Nobody wanted to open their door just after an explosion. Yet Priam's proximity was currently dangerous. Deciding to leave the door intact, he jumped out, causing the little girl to hiccup with surprise.
Clinging to the first-floor balcony, Priam broke the window. Pushing the child inside, he shouted.
"Ma'am, there's a little girl upstairs. I'm going to take care of the monster, so help her!"
The Lord began to attack randomly through the mist, and Bechar shook his head. The cyclops had a significant attributes advantage over Priam, but he didn't have enough luck. Or rather, META (Luck). The attribute had many effects, and luck would be on Priam's side in a fight. In addition, trying to hit him blindly was unworthy of a warrior.
As the mist advanced toward the cyclops, he remained static. Bechar sighed at the Lord's confidence - hubris, even. Of course, his bloodline was far superior to those of Priam. But the young human was used to combat, and the Lord's inexperience made him overconfident.
Less than twenty meters from the mist, the Lord put away his bow and pulled out a knife before leaping into the mist.
Bechar sighed. Cyclops were a terrifying race when they gained experience, but they had the flaw of being reckless. Stupid, even, thought Bechar.
Of course, a Lord had an image to maintain, but there was nothing cowardly about repositioning when you were an archer. Nevertheless, Bechar wondered how Priam intended to defeat his adversary. Despite his questionable decisions, the cyclops was still a formidable opponent.
The Lord lay in wait in the mist, trying to force his eye to penetrate the obstacle. It was an excellent idea, for their power came from their eye. Every time a cyclops developed their visual organ, they gained power, just as when a Hydra gained a head.
Of course, this kind of evolution was rare and required a tight and bloody duel. Only extreme willpower tempered by nameless violence could help.
Smiling, Bechar watched Priam stealthily approach the cyclops, observing its movements and copying them with Micro. The human was weak, but he knew how to adapt. This character trait, coupled with his Talents, could take him far.
A few meters from the cyclops, Priam charged forward, seeming to merge with his mist for a moment, and Bechar burst out laughing. He might have had a chance after all.
"Tribulation Piercing Spear."
The name of the skill resounded under the dome as a fourth crack opened up because of the wyvern.
Both attacks were successful.
Status: (Average value for a Homo sapiens male before integration: PHY 10 / MEN 10 / META 0)
PHYSICAL:
Strength 170
Constitution 289
Agility 206 (+3)
Vitality 309
Perception 370 (+2)
MENTAL:
Vivacity 183
Dexterity 235 (+1)
Memory 50
Willpower 306
Charisma 172
META:
Meta-affinity 178
Meta-focus 111
Meta-endurance 101
Meta-perception 51
Meta-chance 114
Potential: 3850 (-26)
Tier 0
[He Who Eludes Death] charge: PRIMED.
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Chapter 81: Spear versus Bow
The fissure was small, but it was there. Priam turned quickly to Mercurys man.
"Get my father to safety," he said before running off toward the Ducal Palace. Mercury had promised to find Alain and keep him safe until his reunion with Priam. Only until then. Of course, Priam wanted to see his dad again, but the situation was terribly dangerous. His father's safety was more important.
With a heavy heart, Priam raced towards the Ducal Palace. Located in the center of New Earth, the building sparkled under the light of the wyvern's attacks. Its green and silver reflections would have blinded most men, but not Priam.
Leaping from rooftop to rooftop, avoiding the panicked crowd running through the streets, Priam pondered about his last question. It was due to expire in a few minutes, and a thousand questions were on his mind. How to survive my Tribulations? How to overcome my Tribulations? How to get the most out of my Tribulations?
Running across the green roof of a stall, he looked up. Before him, a wide street separated his building from the next. Stepping on a few flowers, he jumped. His shadow silhouetted against the trees lining the street below, Priam asked the most open question possible.
What do I need to know?
Answer: Set aside your flesh, absorb Damocles' cloud in your Domain.
The last answer had been given. As usual, it was cryptic, but Priam nodded. He understood. L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
Landing on the next building, Priam heard a terrible creak. He wasn't yet dense enough to cause structural damage to the building. The sound resembled that of an iceberg fracturing, and its source was high up. A second crack had appeared at the top of the dome. Clearly, the wyvern wasn't tired.
In response to the fissure, a terrifying roar was heard. Looking up towards the Ducal Palace, Priam chuckled. Apparently, he wouldn't have to make the whole trip. In the distance, the Palace gates opened. Priam resumed his course, modifying his trajectory. The Lord of the Dome was coming to meet him, and he had no intention of confronting him in the middle of the city. The loss of life would be tragic...
Five steps later, his Perception screamed. Throwing himself to his right, Priam barely dodged a projectile. Raising himself in a single movement, he spotted the arrow finishing its course in a building, exploding it. The attack had almost impaled him in mid-air.
Closing his eyes momentarily, Priam understood how his Perception had alerted him about the supersonic attack. He'd never noticed it before, but the dome was also covered in a mist, so fine as almost imperceptible. His new Title and Perception gave him heightened sensitivity. It was this mist that had saved him by spotting a fast-approaching projectile.
At the origin of the shot, a colossus was once again bending his bow. Or rather, a cyclops. A few meters from the heavy Palace gates, the Lord of New Earth had decided to take matters into his own hands. Far from resembling his stupid cousin Polyphemus, his single eye sparkled with intelligence. His movements were graceful, and Priam found himself admiring the dexterity with which the Lord was once again bending his bow.
If Sphinx had unlocked Domain, cyclops had unlocked Micro. Maybe less magical at first sight, this Supremacy was terrifying when its user knew how to use it.
Priam straddled the mist to dodge a second shot that destroyed several buildings behind him. Nobody could have said how many humans had died from this single attack. Shit.
Confronting the cyclops on open ground seemed a mistake, and the rooftops offered no security. Priam jumped into an alley below to cut off the archer's line of sight.
So far from the Market, the fleeing men and women were fewer. But there were enough of them to keep Priam from running at full speed. Quickly looking up at the walls, he gained momentum and attempted a wall jump. The idea was to move from facade to facade.
His right foot brutally crushed the stone of a beautiful house, leaving a trace in the rock. Taking off toward a house on the opposite side of the street, Priam smiled as he flew over the crowd. His other foot landed on a ledge before his powerful muscles, manipulated by Micro, propelled him again.
In a matter of seconds, Priam crossed a hundred meters, flying above the street. It's working! The sensation was exhilarating as he discovered a new way of getting around. In the distance, the silhouette of the Colosseum loomed like a growing shadow over the luminous dome.
Lvl Up: [Art of Movement] lvl 20
AGI +1
PERC +1
DEXT +1
[Art of Movement] has reached level 20. As a rare skill, a bonus is available. Choose one of these three options:
[Great Art of Movement] - You perfect your art. POT -30
[Spatial Movement] - You consider the three spatial dimensions of an environment to optimize your movements. POT -30
[Micro Movement] - You learn to use your whole body to optimize your movements. Synergizes with Micro. POT -30
Priam hesitated for a moment. The three upgrades looked tempting, but only one of them was possible.
As one of his wall jumps destroyed a window frame under the power of his leap, the mist detected a projectile. [Kinetic Control]. Priam accelerated while in air, dodging an arrow that would undoubtedly have been fired from above. The Concepts must have downloaded a wealth of ballistic knowledge into the monster's head, for the shot was perfect.
Lvl Up: [Dodge] lvl 11
AGI +1
The arrow penetrated the ground in an explosion of dust and rock debris. Fragments of cobblestone flew, penetrating defenseless bodies. Several people fell to the ground screaming.
Priam gritted his teeth as he saw a shocked little girl staring at the headless body of what must have been her mother.
Hundreds of frightened humans were running in all directions. As a man with the build of a rugby player threatened to crush the little girl in his panicked flight, Priam straddled the mist, going back. He lifted the child before heading for a nearby building. His Perception detected two whispering voices inside - one relatively high-pitched.
Knocking for a moment on the building door, Priam sighed as he heard the voices fall silent. Nobody wanted to open their door just after an explosion. Yet Priam's proximity was currently dangerous. Deciding to leave the door intact, he jumped out, causing the little girl to hiccup with surprise.
Clinging to the first-floor balcony, Priam broke the window. Pushing the child inside, he shouted.
"Ma'am, there's a little girl upstairs. I'm going to take care of the monster, so help her!"
The Lord began to attack randomly through the mist, and Bechar shook his head. The cyclops had a significant attributes advantage over Priam, but he didn't have enough luck. Or rather, META (Luck). The attribute had many effects, and luck would be on Priam's side in a fight. In addition, trying to hit him blindly was unworthy of a warrior.
As the mist advanced toward the cyclops, he remained static. Bechar sighed at the Lord's confidence - hubris, even. Of course, his bloodline was far superior to those of Priam. But the young human was used to combat, and the Lord's inexperience made him overconfident.
Less than twenty meters from the mist, the Lord put away his bow and pulled out a knife before leaping into the mist.
Bechar sighed. Cyclops were a terrifying race when they gained experience, but they had the flaw of being reckless. Stupid, even, thought Bechar.
Of course, a Lord had an image to maintain, but there was nothing cowardly about repositioning when you were an archer. Nevertheless, Bechar wondered how Priam intended to defeat his adversary. Despite his questionable decisions, the cyclops was still a formidable opponent.
The Lord lay in wait in the mist, trying to force his eye to penetrate the obstacle. It was an excellent idea, for their power came from their eye. Every time a cyclops developed their visual organ, they gained power, just as when a Hydra gained a head.
Of course, this kind of evolution was rare and required a tight and bloody duel. Only extreme willpower tempered by nameless violence could help.
Smiling, Bechar watched Priam stealthily approach the cyclops, observing its movements and copying them with Micro. The human was weak, but he knew how to adapt. This character trait, coupled with his Talents, could take him far.
A few meters from the cyclops, Priam charged forward, seeming to merge with his mist for a moment, and Bechar burst out laughing. He might have had a chance after all.
"Tribulation Piercing Spear."
The name of the skill resounded under the dome as a fourth crack opened up because of the wyvern.
Both attacks were successful.
Status: (Average value for a Homo sapiens male before integration: PHY 10 / MEN 10 / META 0)
PHYSICAL:
Strength 170
Constitution 289
Agility 206 (+3)
Vitality 309
Perception 370 (+2)
MENTAL:
Vivacity 183
Dexterity 235 (+1)
Memory 50
Willpower 306
Charisma 172
META:
Meta-affinity 178
Meta-focus 111
Meta-endurance 101
Meta-perception 51
Meta-chance 114
Potential: 3850 (-26)
Tier 0
[He Who Eludes Death] charge: PRIMED.
Chapter 81: Spear versus BowThe fissure was small, but it was there. Priam turned quickly to Mercurys man. "Get my father to safety," he said before running off toward the Ducal Palace. Mercury had promised to find Alain and keep him safe until his reunion with Priam. Only until then. Of course, Priam wanted to see his dad again, but the situation was terribly dangerous. His father's safety was more important.With a heavy heart, Priam raced towards the Ducal Palace. Located in the center of New Earth, the building sparkled under the light of the wyvern's attacks. Its green and silver reflections would have blinded most men, but not Priam. Leaping from rooftop to rooftop, avoiding the panicked crowd running through the streets, Priam pondered about his last question. It was due to expire in a few minutes, and a thousand questions were on his mind. How to survive my Tribulations? How to overcome my Tribulations? How to get the most out of my Tribulations? Running across the green roof of a stall, he looked up. Before him, a wide street separated his building from the next. Stepping on a few flowers, he jumped. His shadow silhouetted against the trees lining the street below, Priam asked the most open question possible. What do I need to know?Answer: Set aside your flesh, absorb Damocles' cloud in your Domain.The last answer had been given. As usual, it was cryptic, but Priam nodded. He understood. L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Nvl--B1n.Landing on the next building, Priam heard a terrible creak. He wasn't yet dense enough to cause structural damage to the building. The sound resembled that of an iceberg fracturing, and its source was high up. A second crack had appeared at the top of the dome. Clearly, the wyvern wasn't tired.In response to the fissure, a terrifying roar was heard. Looking up towards the Ducal Palace, Priam chuckled. Apparently, he wouldn't have to make the whole trip. In the distance, the Palace gates opened. Priam resumed his course, modifying his trajectory. The Lord of the Dome was coming to meet him, and he had no intention of confronting him in the middle of the city. The loss of life would be tragic...Five steps later, his Perception screamed. Throwing himself to his right, Priam barely dodged a projectile. Raising himself in a single movement, he spotted the arrow finishing its course in a building, exploding it. The attack had almost impaled him in mid-air. Closing his eyes momentarily, Priam understood how his Perception had alerted him about the supersonic attack. He'd never noticed it before, but the dome was also covered in a mist, so fine as almost imperceptible. His new Title and Perception gave him heightened sensitivity. It was this mist that had saved him by spotting a fast-approaching projectile. At the origin of the shot, a colossus was once again bending his bow. Or rather, a cyclops. A few meters from the heavy Palace gates, the Lord of New Earth had decided to take matters into his own hands. Far from resembling his stupid cousin Polyphemus, his single eye sparkled with intelligence. His movements were graceful, and Priam found himself admiring the dexterity with which the Lord was once again bending his bow. If Sphinx had unlocked Domain, cyclops had unlocked Micro. Maybe less magical at first sight, this Supremacy was terrifying when its user knew how to use it.Priam straddled the mist to dodge a second shot that destroyed several buildings behind him. Nobody could have said how many humans had died from this single attack. Shit.Confronting the cyclops on open ground seemed a mistake, and the rooftops offered no security. Priam jumped into an alley below to cut off the archer's line of sight. So far from the Market, the fleeing men and women were fewer. But there were enough of them to keep Priam from running at full speed. Quickly looking up at the walls, he gained momentum and attempted a wall jump. The idea was to move from facade to facade.His right foot brutally crushed the stone of a beautiful house, leaving a trace in the rock. Taking off toward a house on the opposite side of the street, Priam smiled as he flew over the crowd. His other foot landed on a ledge before his powerful muscles, manipulated by Micro, propelled him again. In a matter of seconds, Priam crossed a hundred meters, flying above the street. It's working! The sensation was exhilarating as he discovered a new way of getting around. In the distance, the silhouette of the Colosseum loomed like a growing shadow over the luminous dome. Lvl Up: Art of Movement lvl 20AGI +1PERC +1DEXT +1Art of Movement has reached level 20. As a rare skill, a bonus is available. Choose one of these three options: Great Art of Movement - You perfect your art. POT -30 Spatial Movement - You consider the three spatial dimensions of an environment to optimize your movements. POT -30Micro Movement - You learn to use your whole body to optimize your movements. Synergizes with Micro. POT -30Priam hesitated for a moment. The three upgrades looked tempting, but only one of them was possible. As one of his wall jumps destroyed a window frame under the power of his leap, the mist detected a projectile. Kinetic Control. Priam accelerated while in air, dodging an arrow that would undoubtedly have been fired from above. The Concepts must have downloaded a wealth of ballistic knowledge into the monster's head, for the shot was perfect.Lvl Up: Dodge lvl 11AGI +1The arrow penetrated the ground in an explosion of dust and rock debris. Fragments of cobblestone flew, penetrating defenseless bodies. Several people fell to the ground screaming. Priam gritted his teeth as he saw a shocked little girl staring at the headless body of what must have been her mother.Hundreds of frightened humans were running in all directions. As a man with the build of a rugby player threatened to crush the little girl in his panicked flight, Priam straddled the mist, going back. He lifted the child before heading for a nearby building. His Perception detected two whispering voices inside - one relatively high-pitched. Knocking for a moment on the building door, Priam sighed as he heard the voices fall silent. Nobody wanted to open their door just after an explosion. Yet Priam's proximity was currently dangerous. Deciding to leave the door intact, he jumped out, causing the little girl to hiccup with surprise. Clinging to the first-floor balcony, Priam broke the window. Pushing the child inside, he shouted."Ma'am, there's a little girl upstairs. I'm going to take care of the monster, so help her!"The Lord began to attack randomly through the mist, and Bechar shook his head. The cyclops had a significant attributes advantage over Priam, but he didn't have enough luck. Or rather, META Luck. The attribute had many effects, and luck would be on Priam's side in a fight. In addition, trying to hit him blindly was unworthy of a warrior. As the mist advanced toward the cyclops, he remained static. Bechar sighed at the Lord's confidence - hubris, even. Of course, his bloodline was far superior to those of Priam. But the young human was used to combat, and the Lord's inexperience made him overconfident.Less than twenty meters from the mist, the Lord put away his bow and pulled out a knife before leaping into the mist.Bechar sighed. Cyclops were a terrifying race when they gained experience, but they had the flaw of being reckless. Stupid, even, thought Bechar. Of course, a Lord had an image to maintain, but there was nothing cowardly about repositioning when you were an archer. Nevertheless, Bechar wondered how Priam intended to defeat his adversary. Despite his questionable decisions, the cyclops was still a formidable opponent. The Lord lay in wait in the mist, trying to force his eye to penetrate the obstacle. It was an excellent idea, for their power came from their eye. Every time a cyclops developed their visual organ, they gained power, just as when a Hydra gained a head. Of course, this kind of evolution was rare and required a tight and bloody duel. Only extreme willpower tempered by nameless violence could help.Smiling, Bechar watched Priam stealthily approach the cyclops, observing its movements and copying them with Micro. The human was weak, but he knew how to adapt. This character trait, coupled with his Talents, could take him far. A few meters from the cyclops, Priam charged forward, seeming to merge with his mist for a moment, and Bechar burst out laughing. He might have had a chance after all."Tribulation Piercing Spear." The name of the skill resounded under the dome as a fourth crack opened up because of the wyvern.Both attacks were successful. Status: Average value for a Homo sapiens male before integration: PHY 10 / MEN 10 / META 0PHYSICAL:Strength 170 Constitution 289 Agility 206 +3Vitality 309 Perception 370 +2MENTAL:Vivacity 183 Dexterity 235 +1Memory 50 Willpower 306 Charisma 172 META:Meta-affinity 178 Meta-focus 111 Meta-endurance 101Meta-perception 51 Meta-chance 114Potential: 3850 -26Tier 0He Who Eludes Death charge: PRIMED.
