Aalam
Congratulations!
Your Law Egg of Molecular Deceleration has advanced to peak grade.
Your soul is affected by your understanding of Law.
Toughness +4, Perception +8, Magic +24, Soul +12
Toughness is already at maximum.
Nascent Energy Converter ability activated.
Free stats +4
Perception is already at maximum.
Nascent Energy Converter ability activated.
Free stats +8
Magic is already at maximum.
Nascent Energy Converter ability activated.
Free stats +24
Soul is already at maximum.
Nascent Energy Converter ability activated.
Free stats +12
Congratulations!
Your Law Egg of Multi-Dimensional Geometry has advanced to peak grade.
Your soul is affected by your understanding of Law.
Perception +24, Spirit +16, Soul +8
Perception is already at maximum.
Nascent Energy Converter ability activated.
Free stats +24
Magic is already at maximum.
Nascent Energy Converter ability activated.
Free stats +16
Soul is already at maximum.
Nascent Energy Converter ability activated.
Free stats +8
His goals with his Law Eggs done, Aalam started chasing the woman again, but this time, as he didn’t have to waste concentration trying to enhance his Laws, he focused on preparing a strong opener. From his glove, he summoned five of his needles, the ones representing the elements of fire, water, light, darkness, and space. Then, as he continued to run after the woman he could still hear, he began inscribing a three rune structure anchored about a meter in front of his chest.
On his right side, in front of his outstretched right hand, he used the needles of water and darkness to create a rune which would function a lot like the Dungeons and Dragons spell Cone of Cold, decreasing all the temperature in an expanding 45 degree cone in front of it. However, instead of dispersing the resulting heat energy to the surroundings, it instead absorbed the energy into another part of the rune made mostly of dark element energy and stored it for future use.
On his left side, in front of his outstretched left hand, he used the needles of fire and light to create a rune which functioned effectively opposite to the first rune, increasing the temperature instead of decreasing and causing everything to burn.
The middle rune, located between the other two, was the most important of the three, however. It was made using the needle of light and space and served as a bridge between the other two runes. The energy absorbed by the rune of cold would instantly be transferred to the rune of heat, allowing Aalam to not have to power the latter himself, and this would effectively double the strength of both runes as Aalam wouldn’t have to split his energy.
The three runes together benefitted greatly from Aalam’s Law Eggs of Molecular Deceleration, Molecular Acceleration, Infrared Absorption, Infrared, Energy Storage, Energy Transfer, Vacuum, and Multi-Dimensional Geometry as he used them all, one at a time, while setting the runes up. This allowed him to get around his inability to use more than one Law in a single attack without the power of his Law Egg of Rage, which wasn’t usable for careful delicate work.
Most important to the power of his runes, however, was the basic way runes worked. When set up, they fed off of environmental mana to create their effects, the resources of the creator just used as a primer, and when the elements needed for the rune were in abundance in the local area, like water and fire element mana in a rainforest environment, the effects of the rune would become even stronger.
Aalam ran after the woman for a few minutes, plenty of time to create his runes, but then, after about two and a half kilometers, he noticed the environmental mana start to shift. The abundant life element mana in the air began to be replaced by death element mana and the abundant trees and other foliage began to look more and more rotten.
The trees then mostly disappeared completely and Aalam found himself standing on a small hill above what he assumed to be the undead base camp,
It wasn’t that nice. No gothic castles, no bone-based architecture. Instead, there were about a dozen stone huts based around a wide ten meter tall pillar and the stone huts weren’t even nice ones. The stone pillar on the other hand was quite interesting. It was covered in time and space runes of a type much, much more complicated than anything Aalam had yet seen and he was pretty sure it wasn’t something the undead had made.
In the information about apocalypse style integrations he’d learned from Nana Xara, invading forces all entered the world undergoing the integration through an object called a Pillar of Conquest. It was the center hub of the invading force’s territory and their only connection back to where they came from.
Planets undergoing apocalypse style integrations were hidden from the rest of the universe for seventy-two years by the System, so, if the Pillar of Conquest of a force was lost or damaged, no member of that force would be able to contact home for seventy-two years without somehow getting off planet first.
For the natives, taking over Pillars of Conquest would help expand their own territories; count as defeating an invasion, giving large rewards; and stop the force on the other side of the pillar from spending more resources to send more forces through.
Sadly, monsters like him couldn’t do much with a Pillar of Conquest, but that was what native slaves were for and, by extension, why Mila was so useful.
Around the pillar and huts were a couple hundred undead. From a quick look, only about half were converted natives, the zombies still looking mostly alive, while the rest were mostly scaled lizard men, low grade zombies brought from another world to act as workers in the early stages of the invasion.
There were also about a dozen walking skeletons, a slightly higher grade race than zombies; a half dozen large two-headed black dogs called Shadow Wolves, the traditional mounts of the Nightwalkers; and two other Nightwalkers besides the woman he’d been chasing.
The woman was talking to another of the Nightwalkers next to the six Shadow Wolves near the edge of the small town, with three of the skeletons near them as well, so Aalam pointed his right hand toward them and let loose. A cone of cold burst out from in front of him, freezing about a dozen zombies before reaching his main targets. Then it continued on even beyond them, freezing even more zombies.
Heat energy flowed into the rune and was quickly transferred over to the rune controlled by his left hand. Then that rune started throwing out fire like a flamethrower and he moved it back and forth, setting every zombie on the left side alight.
There were still about a hundred zombies, nine skeletons, and a male Nightwalker behind the huts he couldn’t reach and Aalam realized he hadn’t accounted for their sheer numbers. Sure, empowered by the environmental mana, his runes had the power of a peak F rank spell, but they were still draining his own resources and he was dealing with several hundred F ranks while also wasting power heating and cooling the air. After just a bit over a dozen seconds, he couldn’t keep the runes up any longer and they all collapsed.
Then three of the skeletons and the Nightwalker he hadn’t hit all started throwing bolts of energy at him and he realized he hadn’t thought about how to defend himself from ranged attacks.
Dropping to the ground, he summoned three of his needles and, as about a hundred zombies and skeletons started running toward him through the heated or cooled air, he used all three of his minds to control the creation of another powerful three rune structure. Each rune was an attack which targeted souls with the power of Spirit, one a water-based psychic rune he infused with the power of his Law Egg of Calm, the second a fire-based rune empowered by his Law Egg of Rage, and the third a death element rune empowered by his Law Egg of Entropy.
Alone, the first two runes would only work to calm or enrage a crowd, but with the third rune, those effects were twisted, the fragile artificial souls of the zombies and skeletons ripped apart as the two opposing emotions battled for supremacy in their already fragile Mental Forges.
The attack would have had no effect on a crowd of humans beyond maybe causing a few mild headaches, but to the undead forces it was an annihilation spell way beyond the ice and fire runes he’d started with. Every single zombie and skeleton left died and the only enemy remaining was that one Nightwalker.
Or, at least that should have been the case. As Aalam stood up, he noticed two of the Shadow Wolves and the other two Nightwalkers were missing, no longer frozen into their starting positions as before.
Then he felt pain.
The two wolves had teleported into his shadow behind him and were now biting him, each grabbing one arm and one leg in one of their mouths, their teeth digging in enough to nearly crack his bones. And, putting Aalam in an even worse situation, they’d brought the two Nightwalkers with them.
Both Nightwalkers walked around to his front and the woman he’d originally chased stabbed her ice and death empowered sword into his right kidney, causing him so much pain he nearly blacked out.
The other Nightwalker, a male wearing full plate armor, even over his feet and hands, pressed his right gauntlet to Aalam’s chest and did something. Aalam suddenly couldn’t move a muscle and his connection with his flying needles was broken, causing the three he had out to fall to the ground.
Then the third Nightwalker, a man holding a staff and dressed in a black robe, walked up and placed the tip of his wooden staff on Aalam’s forehead. He muttered to himself and Aalam felt a binding of some type wrap around his main Mental Forge, causing a kind of compulsion in him he couldn’t understand.
The three then talked to each other in a language he didn’t know, so he used one of his subminds to send the conversation to Mila for translation.
As their conversation finished and the mage looking one started running to the north, however, Mila didn’t provide a full translation like he wanted.
“You lost to the invasion’s three generals, not even their leader,” she sent, sounding almost as angry as when they’d first arrived. “They are going to question you while that other one goes to get their boss.
“Try not to anger them so much they kill you.”
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Aalam
Congratulations!
Your Law Egg of Molecular Deceleration has advanced to peak grade.
Your soul is affected by your understanding of Law.
Toughness +4, Perception +8, Magic +24, Soul +12
Toughness is already at maximum.
Nascent Energy Converter ability activated.
Free stats +4
Perception is already at maximum.
Nascent Energy Converter ability activated.
Free stats +8
Magic is already at maximum.
Nascent Energy Converter ability activated.
Free stats +24
Soul is already at maximum.
Nascent Energy Converter ability activated.
Free stats +12
Congratulations!
Your Law Egg of Multi-Dimensional Geometry has advanced to peak grade.
Your soul is affected by your understanding of Law.
Perception +24, Spirit +16, Soul +8
Perception is already at maximum.
Nascent Energy Converter ability activated.
Free stats +24
Magic is already at maximum.
Nascent Energy Converter ability activated.
Free stats +16
Soul is already at maximum.
Nascent Energy Converter ability activated.
Free stats +8
His goals with his Law Eggs done, Aalam started chasing the woman again, but this time, as he didn’t have to waste concentration trying to enhance his Laws, he focused on preparing a strong opener. From his glove, he summoned five of his needles, the ones representing the elements of fire, water, light, darkness, and space. Then, as he continued to run after the woman he could still hear, he began inscribing a three rune structure anchored about a meter in front of his chest.
On his right side, in front of his outstretched right hand, he used the needles of water and darkness to create a rune which would function a lot like the Dungeons and Dragons spell Cone of Cold, decreasing all the temperature in an expanding 45 degree cone in front of it. However, instead of dispersing the resulting heat energy to the surroundings, it instead absorbed the energy into another part of the rune made mostly of dark element energy and stored it for future use.
On his left side, in front of his outstretched left hand, he used the needles of fire and light to create a rune which functioned effectively opposite to the first rune, increasing the temperature instead of decreasing and causing everything to burn.
The middle rune, located between the other two, was the most important of the three, however. It was made using the needle of light and space and served as a bridge between the other two runes. The energy absorbed by the rune of cold would instantly be transferred to the rune of heat, allowing Aalam to not have to power the latter himself, and this would effectively double the strength of both runes as Aalam wouldn’t have to split his energy.
The three runes together benefitted greatly from Aalam’s Law Eggs of Molecular Deceleration, Molecular Acceleration, Infrared Absorption, Infrared, Energy Storage, Energy Transfer, Vacuum, and Multi-Dimensional Geometry as he used them all, one at a time, while setting the runes up. This allowed him to get around his inability to use more than one Law in a single attack without the power of his Law Egg of Rage, which wasn’t usable for careful delicate work.
Most important to the power of his runes, however, was the basic way runes worked. When set up, they fed off of environmental mana to create their effects, the resources of the creator just used as a primer, and when the elements needed for the rune were in abundance in the local area, like water and fire element mana in a rainforest environment, the effects of the rune would become even stronger.
Aalam ran after the woman for a few minutes, plenty of time to create his runes, but then, after about two and a half kilometers, he noticed the environmental mana start to shift. The abundant life element mana in the air began to be replaced by death element mana and the abundant trees and other foliage began to look more and more rotten.
The trees then mostly disappeared completely and Aalam found himself standing on a small hill above what he assumed to be the undead base camp,
It wasn’t that nice. No gothic castles, no bone-based architecture. Instead, there were about a dozen stone huts based around a wide ten meter tall pillar and the stone huts weren’t even nice ones. The stone pillar on the other hand was quite interesting. It was covered in time and space runes of a type much, much more complicated than anything Aalam had yet seen and he was pretty sure it wasn’t something the undead had made.
In the information about apocalypse style integrations he’d learned from Nana Xara, invading forces all entered the world undergoing the integration through an object called a Pillar of Conquest. It was the center hub of the invading force’s territory and their only connection back to where they came from.
Planets undergoing apocalypse style integrations were hidden from the rest of the universe for seventy-two years by the System, so, if the Pillar of Conquest of a force was lost or damaged, no member of that force would be able to contact home for seventy-two years without somehow getting off planet first.
For the natives, taking over Pillars of Conquest would help expand their own territories; count as defeating an invasion, giving large rewards; and stop the force on the other side of the pillar from spending more resources to send more forces through.
Sadly, monsters like him couldn’t do much with a Pillar of Conquest, but that was what native slaves were for and, by extension, why Mila was so useful.
Around the pillar and huts were a couple hundred undead. From a quick look, only about half were converted natives, the zombies still looking mostly alive, while the rest were mostly scaled lizard men, low grade zombies brought from another world to act as workers in the early stages of the invasion.
There were also about a dozen walking skeletons, a slightly higher grade race than zombies; a half dozen large two-headed black dogs called Shadow Wolves, the traditional mounts of the Nightwalkers; and two other Nightwalkers besides the woman he’d been chasing.
The woman was talking to another of the Nightwalkers next to the six Shadow Wolves near the edge of the small town, with three of the skeletons near them as well, so Aalam pointed his right hand toward them and let loose. A cone of cold burst out from in front of him, freezing about a dozen zombies before reaching his main targets. Then it continued on even beyond them, freezing even more zombies.
Heat energy flowed into the rune and was quickly transferred over to the rune controlled by his left hand. Then that rune started throwing out fire like a flamethrower and he moved it back and forth, setting every zombie on the left side alight.
There were still about a hundred zombies, nine skeletons, and a male Nightwalker behind the huts he couldn’t reach and Aalam realized he hadn’t accounted for their sheer numbers. Sure, empowered by the environmental mana, his runes had the power of a peak F rank spell, but they were still draining his own resources and he was dealing with several hundred F ranks while also wasting power heating and cooling the air. After just a bit over a dozen seconds, he couldn’t keep the runes up any longer and they all collapsed.
Then three of the skeletons and the Nightwalker he hadn’t hit all started throwing bolts of energy at him and he realized he hadn’t thought about how to defend himself from ranged attacks.
Dropping to the ground, he summoned three of his needles and, as about a hundred zombies and skeletons started running toward him through the heated or cooled air, he used all three of his minds to control the creation of another powerful three rune structure. Each rune was an attack which targeted souls with the power of Spirit, one a water-based psychic rune he infused with the power of his Law Egg of Calm, the second a fire-based rune empowered by his Law Egg of Rage, and the third a death element rune empowered by his Law Egg of Entropy.
Alone, the first two runes would only work to calm or enrage a crowd, but with the third rune, those effects were twisted, the fragile artificial souls of the zombies and skeletons ripped apart as the two opposing emotions battled for supremacy in their already fragile Mental Forges.
The attack would have had no effect on a crowd of humans beyond maybe causing a few mild headaches, but to the undead forces it was an annihilation spell way beyond the ice and fire runes he’d started with. Every single zombie and skeleton left died and the only enemy remaining was that one Nightwalker.
Or, at least that should have been the case. As Aalam stood up, he noticed two of the Shadow Wolves and the other two Nightwalkers were missing, no longer frozen into their starting positions as before.
Then he felt pain.
The two wolves had teleported into his shadow behind him and were now biting him, each grabbing one arm and one leg in one of their mouths, their teeth digging in enough to nearly crack his bones. And, putting Aalam in an even worse situation, they’d brought the two Nightwalkers with them.
Both Nightwalkers walked around to his front and the woman he’d originally chased stabbed her ice and death empowered sword into his right kidney, causing him so much pain he nearly blacked out.
The other Nightwalker, a male wearing full plate armor, even over his feet and hands, pressed his right gauntlet to Aalam’s chest and did something. Aalam suddenly couldn’t move a muscle and his connection with his flying needles was broken, causing the three he had out to fall to the ground.
Then the third Nightwalker, a man holding a staff and dressed in a black robe, walked up and placed the tip of his wooden staff on Aalam’s forehead. He muttered to himself and Aalam felt a binding of some type wrap around his main Mental Forge, causing a kind of compulsion in him he couldn’t understand.
The three then talked to each other in a language he didn’t know, so he used one of his subminds to send the conversation to Mila for translation.
As their conversation finished and the mage looking one started running to the north, however, Mila didn’t provide a full translation like he wanted.
“You lost to the invasion’s three generals, not even their leader,” she sent, sounding almost as angry as when they’d first arrived. “They are going to question you while that other one goes to get their boss.
“Try not to anger them so much they kill you.”
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