The three rivals stopped at the top of a tree on the edge of a cliff. This landmark overlooked a valley teeming with monsters. The only ti Priam had seen so many beings united in fury was during a protest. The French sure knew how to go on a strike.
“According to the coordinates Laepa and Vysharratchmo... Hum, Vysharratjekto gave , the tribes’ camp is less than twenty kiloters away,” Priam said.
“I don’t even know how you can pronounce his na,” sighed Jasmine. “What a mouthful.”
“Dexterity,” grinned Priam.
“Mmh. Are we going to destroy these corrupted creatures?”
“I don't think that's the best use of our ti,” Kazuki replied.
Priam nodded. “It's paradoxical, but the more ti we have, the better we must use it.”
Back in Ti was a compromise between surviving his Tribulations and saving his loved ones. Deep down, the Champion knew he could progress incredibly if he used his reward well. To do that, he couldn't waste a single second.
“If the tribes are attacked during our discussions, it’ll be good if we help them,” Kazuki pointed out.
“Then we just pass through... and maybe stir them up a bit.”
The assassin rged with his shadow as Priam leaped into the void. Two wings of fire spread from his back, charged with aether. His skin covered itself in spectral scales as he broke the sound barrier, diving toward the army of the dead.
Less than a second later, a wingbeat adjusted his course, allowing him to skim the heads of the necromantic creatures. Smiling, Priam burst into laughter as the servants of the Necromoon scread and turned towards him. The fiery trail left by his [Phoenix Wings] was particularly visible in the dark sky.
As a clamor rose beneath him, with the corrupted creatures trampling each other to get to him, Priam called upon Pyro. The Concept responded, overloading his wings and expanding their span to that of a troop transport aircraft.
With a thought, Priam disconnected the feathers created by his skill, letting them fall. A new wingbeat propelled him forward as the flaming feathers hit the ground.
A dozen simultaneous explosions ravaged the ranks of the undead army, plunging it into chaos. The flas created by Pyro were hard to extinguish, consuming bone, flesh, fur, and even the air to spread. As the abominations tried to move away, a gust of wind pushed the flas towards them; Kazuki was fanning the fire.
Event: Necromoon.
Banishnt of a corrupted (Tier 0 - common) - Sun point 1
Banishnt of a corrupted (Tier 0 - common) - Sun point 1
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Lvl Up: [Phoenix Wings] lvl 15
TA(Focus) 2
TA(Endurance) 1
A chorus of cawing made Priam look up. Above him, a murder of crows descended. As he prepared to unleash his Domain and kinetic mastery to crush them, the birds passed into the shadow of a cloud and disappeared.
“Leave so points,” Jasmine said.
“Every man for himself,” Priam replied, directing his aether to his phoenix wings. The skill absorbed the energy to create new feathers, allowing the Champion to continue his bombardnt.
Without a Tier 3 to command it, the army was powerless against the alliance of the three rivals.
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