[A monuntal feat has been accomplished... As such, you have achieved a Mythic Lore... Type Folklore]
Adam began to hear the voice of the World in his head. As power like he has never felt or experience before courses through his entire body.
He felt less human than ever, and more how does he put this.
Well for one he feels like sothing superior to most, that was for sure, how superior was left to be seen.
But as he ponder this change.
Losdeus began to explain sothing rather amazing to him.
[There are three known classifications of Mythic Lore]
• Folk-Type: Lore born from a feat with the potential to bloom into an urban legend. It begins small, but can quickly spread, as such it is any lore with potential of expanding in many different ways.
• Epic-Type: A Lore born from a feat so grand it resonates with the masses, so much so it is instantly etched into history. These Lores beco pillars, or monoliths that the world itself acknowledges the mont they are achieved.
• Na Mythos: The highest tier of Lore, those with these lore has done a feat that makes the outclassed all that does not have one. As such these legends have the power to transcend the limits of the world, marking their bearers as champions of creation itself.
Those who possess them are granted a True Na, a title etched into the mory of existence. Their stories are so epic they cannot be forgotten, and upon death, they will forcefully rise as Guardian Spirits.
Immortal entities who serve both the Divine Spirit of Archive and Narrative, as such they are beings that will eventually beco a protector of all tales. As long as they are rembered, they can never truly be erased with ascend after death.
Upon hearing this.
Adam eyes open wide in shock as he never expected to gain sothing like this during his date with Priscilla.
However at the sa ti, the mont he learns about na Mythos, his mory went on Minerva as he said.
"...Wait if that is the case, then does that ans big sis will... Nope like hell I am letting her die, she is mines, I am not making so spirit I know nothing about take her."
But that aside he also got his hand on a new Lore ability, for achieving a feat he is still very much unaware of, but he knew it has sothing to do with this weird new full body transformation of his.
[You have unlocked the Lore Ability: King of Ice and Fire]
You have beco one with fire, and one with ice, understanding the dual nature of heat. This Lore ability grants it’s user the power to forge elental constructs from both fire and ice seemingly from nothing at all.
As well as the divine authority to bestow elental blessings that align with Heat upon things.
To use it, visualize the blessing inside your head and construct it’s purpose carefully, and it shall manifest into reality either permanently or temporarily.
These blessings may be granted to the living or the dead, I.e weapons, beings, or constructs, so long as their nature aligns with fire or ice, hot or cold.
You can also recreate, erase, or enhance existing blessings at will, provided they fall within the elental domain of heat.
However the blessing made is heavily dependent on how much Astrum you put into it. But their status can last forever if you the creator wills it to be so.
The description explained to Adam made him wonder just how far he could push this new power of his.
If that was the case, he was now able to create powerful elental weapons. Gifting them ice-based, fire-based blessings, maybe sothing between both nature’s as well.
It was basically like having the ability to mod reality. Not without limits, of course, since it was only ice and fire, but even so. A power like this, in his hands, paired with his skill set...it was a terrifying combination.
[Your Lore has been updated, your Lore core carry a folklore with it titled]
[The Incarnation of Ice and Fire]
They speak of a child...Who wandered, laughing, into a warcamp of demonic orcs.
He walked to them with no fear in heart.
And short of rcy he could have speared.
In death that quickly ca, the fallen only rember a smile so crooked, and cherubic as they scream in fear and agony.
A hymn to the slaughter that followed.
He moved not for glory, nor for vengeance
But love that can only be fulfilled when his maiden curiosity is all but quench.
And in that love, the world of these demons quickly found ruin.
From nowhere he ca.
Crowned in a pair of Gaian horns. The earth mother’s wrath in mortal shape.
He danced through fla and bones, all but ash soak in mixed blood.
A devil cloaked in innocence.
And beauty made blasphemous.
He burned the earth
And froze the sky.
His presence twisting fate itself... For the future he walks does not exist till it is but the present.
Uncertainty after uncertainty.
With every strike, Astrum sang.
Flooding his Body and soul alike... Till he shed and bloom into sothing much more than man.
Now he is the king of Ice and Fire.
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These were the words Adam heard inside his head from Losdeus, and with them, more power surged into him.
He also notice the stronger he beca, even as a child, the harder it was to gain new Lore.
At first, he thought feats alone would be enough. That every act of madness or might would carve his na into legend.
But no it would seem the world knows how properly asure ones worth
And the higher he climbed, the less it gave in return. If it was not truly an incredible feat, and it make sense in a way.
After all, what would you be impressed by? A child that was born with super strength. Or a child that train to beco that physically strong.
It was the later of course.
A child born with that power can not impressed because it is to be expected, but when done in the second way, the feat of strength truly earns it spot as a feat, and not the other way around.
But what that child also do with the strength they were born with can truly cent a feat into being.
Actions that leaves an impression, are rewarded with power basically, and Adam was finally grasping the chanics behind this power system.
For that reason his choices can lead him to even greater power.
For that reason he began to wonder to himself.
"... If that is the case, let’s see if I am right."
But all that aside, the world began to shift.
As a powerful wind surged from north to south, tearing through the landscape. The temperature dropped in an instant.
And frost crept across the ground at a rapid rate, swallowing the earth as it moved in all directions, until a blizzard unfurled, raging outward from where Adam stood in his Spirit Awakened Form.
He looked down at his hands.
His skin was peeling away, flaking off like ash in the wind. Beneath it, there was no flesh, at this mont his entire was nothing more than a raw, blinding energy.
Heat Astrum radiate through him, not just within but as him quite literally as his body was reduced to that of an elental force of nature made visible.
With only the likes of his horns remaining as sothing unchanged.
The remaining orcs stood frozen in place, not from the ice of newly form frozen terrain, but from genuine terror.
They were slow, yes, but even they could recognize a threat beyond comprehension, especially at this range.
Whatever Adam had beco, it was no longer sothing they could fight.
Adam’s gaze swept over them as he stepped forward calmly.
That single movent shattered the illusion of bravery within the hearts of the Demonic Orcs.
Their instincts surged, falling back to their most ancient, and primal reaction for survival.
All thoughts of valor, all their warrior pride, vanished in an instant.
Panic replaced discipline in this very mont as fear overrode fury.
They turned to run.
But they were far too late.
The very molecules around them halted, as it began to freeze in place almost imdiately the mont they tried to flee.
The world around them beca still as a result, and ti seed to break, as even it’s concept of flow within the area started to slow down.
Frost blood across the battlefield, and everything, and everything began to froze in place.
Even the sky above halted as the clouds beca dense, as they slowly started to fall from the sky.
And as Adam moved, his gaze shifted east, past the frozen silhouettes, to the village center beyond.
There, seated atop a crude stone altar, was the orc chieftain, surrounded by his strongest warriors.
Their leader.
The chief stared on with horror, but remained calm nonetheless.
And Adam t his gaze, sensing the heat rolling off his massive fra.
His blood boil with more power than the other, with glance he could sense just this orc was compared to the rest.
And despite that, he could end him from here.
A single thought would be enough. But where was the satisfaction in that? No, this tale deserved more fitting end.
He would use this orc to lengthen a new legend, for this form.
He continued forward.
As he walked, warmth and cold alike rose from the corpses of fallen orcs.
Beautiful streams of heat energy pulled from their bodies, flowing into his open palms.
The mont their essence left them, their forms began to crumble.
First to ash, then to nothing.
Even those trapped in ice, and frozen in slowed ti began to wither as he passed them.
Frozen in place, unable to scream, unable to flee. Watching as their lives unraveled.
The gathered heat twisted in his hands, flickering, as it morph and ignite at the palm of his hands.
White flas blood into existence.
But it didn’t stop there.
The blaze swirled and stretched, drawn by Adam’s will, until it coalesced into the shape of a sword.
A blade of pure heat, taking on the nature of fire, or rather it’s form.
And yet...
Despite it no being a liquid, it’s edges began to harden, and freeze.
The laws of nature groaned under the power of his presence. Heat began to submit, as both hot and cold, cause and effect of such natures began to beco aningless. As Adam’s will began to break down the laws of nature surrounding the laws of Heat.
And in the wake of that impossible transmutation, what remained...
Was a newborn weapon.
A great sword forged from the warmth of life, and the cold embrace of death.
He held the blade upwards as he gaze upon it’s form, and said.
"Priscilla.... I na thee Magic Sword Priscilla."
Adam said as he held his new creation, but at the sa ti, he heard the System Voice.
『Master You are close to finally unlocking the Priscilla route, she just need one more push, I can feel her love starting to bloom sowhat』
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