[Your pact with Azmoth has been sealed under the watchful eye of the administrator. The demonic seal representing Azmoth has been etched into your flesh, and your body has been restored to perfect health. Congratulations on obtaining your new demonic minion.]
[Your Hell’s Armor is an Infernal spell. Soul evolution is being expedited, and soul structure is now changing based upon paraters set by your contract with Azmoth. Infernal subpillar has been acquired.]
The next mont was a blur as Riven ca back to the land of the living.
He gasped as a brief flash of a vision blipped across his thoughts, giving him a mont of pause as his soul acquired its third subpillar. A torrent of screaming souls, the image of a land bathed in hellfire, and the impression of eternal tornt all burned into his insides in an excruciating mont of molten pain. Hot crimson lines were then etched into his sternum, right above the spider pentagram he’d gotten through Athela’s contract—this one leaving the image of a grinning four-ard monstrosity within the pentagram burned into his skin right between and underneath his collarbones. He felt knowledge flood his mind in a whirlwind of thoughts and information as the system granted him the ans of using his newfound gift. He felt his back wounds seal up, and the bleeding imdiately stopped, along with the previous notification denoting the damage-over-ti effect.
He was healing so fast…it was just like that ti in the pool of blood. Why hadn’t his body been healing earlier? Why now?
He still managed to watch in temporary slow motion as the harpy’s talons shot down out for the killing blow to finish him off—just as one huge, clawed, armored hand shot forward in an explosion of flas as a dark portal erupted right on top of where Riven lay on that cobblestone ground.
of magic he’d used. To his right, Athela was sucking the harpy she’d killed dry—almost inhaling its blood as she danced a little victory dance with her twelve legs excitedly tapping the ground around her.
[You have gained one level. Congratulations! Be sure to visit your status page to apply points.]
Already knowing he’d slam most of those points into Intelligence, Riven opened up his status page and applied them. Then, waving down his minions, he told them to guard him as he got so rest. He was utterly exhausted, and he felt rather confident that all their enemies were dead. “Hey, Azmoth, Athela, see this crevice in the wall over here? I’m going to take a nap. Guard while I do.”
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