Riven woke up on the floor of the room, next to the hole he’d fallen through, to see the large pool of blood beneath him was almost entirely drained. It left a long drop down, hundreds of feet, into a chasm where the body of the creature that’d attacked him was half subrged in what little of the blood remained. Where that blood had gone, Riven had no clue, but it’d simply vanished to reveal nothing but a holding pit for the monster without any real areas of interest otherwise. Perhaps he’d drained it in his sleep?
That in itself brought a lot of questions. He’d grown fangs, regenerated over and over again at extre rates—albeit using the blood pool to do so—and had lost his mind nurous tis. He’d been told he was “underfed” and required the blood of mortals, yet this blood pool had seed to satiate that hunger and calm his mind. The implications of all this were less than good.
He groaned, being utterly exhausted, and pushed himself up while blinking rapidly to clear his head. Curiously enough, his clothes and belongings were all right beside him…undamaged. His wounds were all long gone, having mysteriously healed without any flaw or imperfection. He lifted the hand that’d been stripped of flesh and flexed it, feeling it out to make sure there wasn’t any lingering damage. He felt his knee where his lower leg had been severed cleanly and felt around his abdon, where his guts had been ripped out. He was satisfied with the results.
He felt slightly different, but not by much. More than anything, he could feel that his soul structure had changed. It was similar to the way his pillars had attached themselves to the soul core, but now as he looked inward, he was able to tell his soul had a dual core on top of the original. The one he was familiar with, that ball of brilliant white light with his Unholy Foundational Pillar and Blood subpillar attached to it. Then there was…another, partial orb. This one was pitch-black instead of white, was slightly smaller, and orbited Riven’s original core at a slow, monotonous pace. It wasn’t entirely solid, though, and pulsed in between a He shook his head to clear his head of that last thought. He was lucky to stumble across sothing like this. The idea of having found additional magic so soon, and knowing these things were likely very valuable to sell even if he couldn’t use them… It was a huge boon.
The key factor here was that these were actually ability scrolls—what Athela had said were incredibly expensive and very hard to make. They could imbue him with knowledge far faster than needing to learn out of a to himself, but they were almost impossible to co by for those who didn’t pay a hefty price, from what the spider had told him. Not only that, but he’d gotten incredibly lucky that one of them was usable with a subpillar he already had—Blood. He couldn’t use the two Chi-type abilities, but he could definitely save them for later and give them to soone else if he ever got out of here, and if he didn’t end up selling them.
He set the other two scrolls down to pick up the one that applied to his class. The scroll sparkled in his grip, and the warming sensation he got while holding the other two magnified with the touch of the scroll for Blood Lance.
He could safely say he just hit the jackpot.
Shutting the door and peering out into the ballroom through where the doorknob had been one more ti, he didn’t even bother inspecting the other stuff yet and got to work ntally willing the first of the scrolls he’d picked up to activate.
[You have the proper pillar orientation to utilize this scroll. This is a one-ti-use item and will be destroyed upon use. Do you wish to use the spell scroll: Blood Lance? Yes? No?]
He nodded. “Yes.”
[Are you sure? Yes? No?]
Again, he selected Yes.
[You have learned the Tier 2 spell Blood Lance.]
Not a second later, the spell scroll in his hand began to shimr along the red lettering—and his mind imdiately went haywire. Knowledge began to burn its way into his brain as his eyes lit up white—and he began to scream.
It was not nearly as pleasant as the first ti acquiring abilities, when he’d learned them the hard way, that was a certain fact.
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