Youve grown, Aldonis exclaims while holding his daughter's hand and walking with the army.
So have you. I didn't even recognize you until the commander said your na. Thorous exclaims. Her father has greatly changed. He seems to have more scales around his body and they also seem to also be a more vibrant red. Of course, the most distinct difference is how it seems his scales are blurry when focused on.
Aldonis winks and his body becos blurred for a mont. Bloodline ability and class. I can create illusions around whenever I want.
She rolls her eyes, It's still good to see you.
He nods, I want to say the sa, but I don't feel comfortable having you here. It's stupid for you to be here. Its too dangerous.
Stupid? Really? Thorous points at the crater that they are now walking around, I don't want to hear that from soone who tried to pick a fight with my commander.
Aldonis gulps at the sight. If his [Danger Sense] hadn't warned him about his imminent destruction, then he would be a part of that crater.
Do you think hes still angry with ?
Thorous reveals a knowing smile, Youre still alive, aren't you?
Aldonis licks his lips. How strong is he actually? Whats even his class? Are you sure its safe to be with him?
Ha. Quasis the most capable leader I have ever seen. Even you don't compare.
I wouldn't go that far.
Thorous points at the crater.
Point taken. Don't ss with Quasi.
Call him commander. Only a few people are allowed to call him by his na. You're going to need to earn that right.
Aldonis shakes his head, This is absurd. I ca here to see if there's a threat to the city. Now, I feel like I'm bringing sothing even worse.
Thorous chuckles, The commander single handedly wiped out over five hundred thousand undead in a single mont. I think you should be more worried about him being a threat to only the city.
Youre not making feel any better about this. Aldonis says with a frown.
His eyes look forward and gaze at the seemingly vulnerable back of the commander as he walks next to Orlan and asks questions. And then his gaze moves to the single-handed/bladed undead that is gazing directly at him.
Right. He also controls the undead. Aldonis says.
Yes, but it would be more accurate to say that he creates them. Thorous adds.
What even is his class?
Classes. He has several. Hes a [Hero], a [Necromancer], a [Magic Bard], an [Enchanter], and a [Noble].
Aldonis frowns at the sheer array and quantity of classes.
Ive only heard of [Enchanter]. Everything else is completely new to . Aldonis says, taking a peek at the other [Captains] as they attempt to get as close to the commander so as to listen in on the conversation he is having with Orlan.
Well, considering what you said, I guess Ill need to work with him.
For him. Thorous adds with a smile.
Aldonis frowns, annoyed.
Whatever. I ca to defeat this dungeon. If he has the ability to do so, then Ill gladly follow him even if it seems like you all are just blindly following him.
Thorous chuckles and tightens the hold of her father's hand.
Don't worry, hell prove you wrong.
Aldonis sighs and smiles at his daughter. He can already feel that shes beco extrely capable. Far more than he ever would have expected her to be in such a short amount of ti. He follows her gaze that lands on the commander. A gaze that is identical to the one Arecia would often give him.
His smile is quickly replaced with a hard frown.
Thorous tell everything about him.
Um, where do yo-
From the beginning. I want to know everything!
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Orlan, Orlan, Orlan. I like that na. People mustve called you by that na all your life, right Orlan?
Orlan gazes at the scaleless man. Hes clearly not a Gejan, nor is he a Minotaur or Centaur. If he had a tail, then maybe he would consider him one of the Kitsune. But, alas, he doesn't.
Im sure you have. And I'm sure you take complete pride in having that na; which makes sense. A na isn't just a na, but it is you. It is who you are as a being.
Orlan gazes at the man's physique. From it, he can see that the body is young. Very young. At least that's what the feeling he gets from it.
It's also the reason that I have never changed my na. Even when I was a girl that one ti. That was a horrible ti. Those are not mories I would want to rember. Especially now that I'm riding a huge amount of adrenaline, dopamine, and a rather unhealthy dosage of testosterone. That last one is rather annoying.
But when Orlan gazes at the man's eyes those deep purple glowing eyes, he sees soone older. Far older than even the kitsune that beat Aldonis in a spar.
You know, Orlan, youre a great listener. I an, sure, you aren't Joker great, but youre up there. Easily top five. And that's saying sothing.
The one nad Volpe. Her confidence and power had demanded utmost respect. A respect that Aldonis seems to always want to test. At that ti, Orlan had followed his instincts and kept his mouth shut.
But nas, now, nas are most important in being an anchor. An individual's existential anchor of both the soul and your being. It is what holds our knowledge. Our wisdom. Our experiences. And just like that, we co to the crux of the matter.
And now, he's not sure if he should stay quiet. Especially since he has no idea what's happening.
Enlightennt, Orlan! The point of becoming sothing more. Sothing that transcends existence. Sothing that truly takes on the inner form of your na. It is the point that a re mortal soul is no longer subject to the abyss, but becos a master of his na. A master of his being.
Orlan frowns. He still has little idea what this man is talking about.
And that, Orlan, is what we all truly strive for. What immortality strives for. For our nas to beco marked by eternity. For us re mortals to beco immortal. For us to beco that which is always strived for. For us to beco Gods!
Quasi looks at Orlan expectedly with eyes blazing a powerful purple. His posture is perfect, practically brimming with distracting energy and expectation.
And then the [Necromancer] frowns.
What?
Orlan scratches the old dying gray scales on his neck. Scales now being replaced by his forrly younger bluish scales.
I asked what your na was.
Quasi blinks. Then he frowns and wipes his face.
Ughhh, I did it again.
He turns around, noticing the cheeky smiles of every single individual of his army. Each fully knowing that he started getting off on a tangent again. And each of them had purposely kept quiet.
Yea right. Ughhh, thats embarrassing. My na is Quasi Eludo, Orlan. If I ever start ranting about random crap, please stop .
Orlan slowly nods. Still confused, but at least he has a na.
So, right, I had questions. Im trying to rember them, but Im very distracted with a new skill. Im thinking about how splitting atoms in a mana dense environnt seems to retain the destructive capabilities, but without the lasting negative environntal impact. It seems the radiation is imdiately absorbed by ambient mana particles which Well, that's the problem. The crater is expelling concentrated mana of so form. I can't even tell what kind it is or if it can even be used.
It seems all he will get is a na.
Orlan, right? Im Tessa. Do you rember ? A female Gejan walks up behind him. He looks at her and imdiately notices the resemblance.
Orlans tail slaps the sand, Ahhh. Youre Anathemas child. Im surprised your mother let you make the journey.
Tessa smiles. Yes. I was surprised too. Tessa gestures at Quasi. Anyways. The commander is distracted right now. It's best to leave him to his thoughts. He can be very disorienting when you try to converse.
Both Tess and Orlan look at the commander. His eyes are glazed, back is hunched, and hes mumbling.
-Concentrated fission reactions...annihilation... mana corroded-
I see. Well then, I don't suppose you can explain the situation to ?
Tessa nods and begins, all while the great and mighty Quasi attempts to understand his new but apparently complicated skill.
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Arecia frowns as she watches the large group of Gejan climb the rock structure. Their gazes are focused on her and the wall with interest and curiosity. She would normally have no qualms about accepting these new arrivals; however, her circumstances had recently changed.
She looks behind the approaching Gejan. At the now glass crater whose size can engulf a good deal of the city. She saw an explosion. Even felt it from the walls. When the dust had settled, all that was left was a smoking crater. And now, it looks as though it's made of glass.
Bronis, what're your thoughts? Should we let them in?
Bronis flexes his arm, causing his scales to crackle and screech.
Doesn't matter. We have no other alternative, and we do need that power, whoever or whatever that guy is. Plus, I can see Orlan and Aldonis safely talking with them. So I think it's safe to let them in.
Arecia slowly nods and turns to a purely white Gejan with green stripes and no scales. The Gejan instead has a smooth exoskeleton. Its face is completely devoid of expression.
Nighmora, seems as though we have so backup. Arecia says.
The Gejans expression does not move. Its gray eyes rely search for sothing not there before its mouth opens.
Inconclusive information. Your judgent is flawed. Species alone is not an adequate asure of safety. the Gejan speaks. Its voice is monotone and forced.
Arecia frowns, So what? Were not to let them in? It's clear they've traveled the floors to get here.
Again, you speak in ignorance. I have given no such order and you continue to create your delusional conclusions.
Arecia groans, Dammit Nighmora, stop beating around the tail and just tell what you want.
Anger. It is an emotion I struggle to comprehend. It is very illogical.
Nighmoraaaa... Arecia growls.
I will explain so that your illogical mind may comprehend. The Arazine under my control have revealed to that there are two unique individuals besides the undead and the centauress. Those two are a species that I, nor my mories are familiar with. One of the species, whose body structure seems to be that of a male, is very likely the leader and is also the sole individual that had caused the crater.
The white Gejan points directly towards the leading figure.
That individual is clearly very capable, and possibly even strong enough to destroy us if we are to attempt a full attack. This lack of information on the subject's capability leads to presu that aggression may very well be t with aggression that I am not adequately confident in to defeat. Thus, our most logical and conclusive choice is to attempt to reason with him.
...
Arecia? Your movents are illogical. Why are you wiping your face?
Oh yeah. I caaannnttt wait till they et you.
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I don't like this. Sothing is very fucking wrong here.
Quasi Eludo blinks quickly and finally looks up. His gaze lands on Zorren who is frowning towards the wall.
His gaze moves to the wall. The shiny towering wall with an open entrance at the bottom.
Youre right, that wall is fucking ugly. It looks like sobody puked on it and the puke hardened and got shiny.
Zorren looks at Quasi and growls, No. Look up.
Quasi looks up to the top of the wall. White and green striped monsters are perched above. So of them have a very close likeness to Gejan.
[Advanced Analyze].
Efrontas - [Myrke]
Level 126 [Hamr Archwarrior]
Strength
72
Dexterity
31
Stamina
89
Perception
37
Endurance
30
Vitality
112
Mana
122
M/regen
.4
Affinity
1
Intelligence
23
Willpower
Soul
Queen Evolution: [Intelligent Myrke]: 20 Intelligence
Eh. It's not as bad as the stupid shiny wall.
Before Zorren can say anything else, they arrive at the entrance and are welcod inside by a large crowd of Gejan. Each is waving them in with relieved and curious smiles on their faces. As they enter past the walls, Quasi can't help but be surprised by the massive interior. The city is huge with the entire thing indented into the mountain structure. Stone buildings dot the ground for several miles with the largest building located at the center.
The center, which is marked by a needle shaped crystal jutting out of the stone ground and directly up to the height of the walls.
Quasi looks at Zorren, finding that the Gejan is mimicking the sa expression that the others have.
Which can only an that things have changed drastically since Zorren had been here.
You dung idiot. What are you doing here?
Swerving his head, Quasi finds the goofy confident Darrow reeling back as a Gejan female a third of his size glares daggers at him.
Dammit Darrow. I told you to stay ho.
But, mom. Im a [cap-
I dont fucking care what you are! Im deep within the dungeon, risking my life so that you can have a future, but your tail is here, risking everything! she yells, practically making a scene.
Quasi chuckles as Darrows mother, much smaller than him, berates him at every turn. He takes a mont and casts [Advanced Analyze] on her.
Arecia
Level 88 [Carapace Smith]
Arecia is one of the most talented Gejan Smiths. She is able to bend monster carapace and move it around as though it was made of tal. Thanks to her specialty, she is capable of giving additional benefits to any structure she creates.
Strength
65
Dexterity
41
Stamina
82
Perception
37
Endurance
51
Vitality
81
Mana
543
M/regen
1.5
Affinity
2
Intelligence
72
Willpower
310
Soul
195
Quasi nods, impressed with the woman's level. Crafting classes tend to take a much longer amount of ti to level and require a good amount of high level materials to work with.
The army as a whole is quickly funneled into the city and dispersed towards empty residences. The city's size is easily capable of housing a population in the several thousands. Quasi, Zorren, and Jessica are instead being guided by Orlan to the building's center.
And my daughter is in there? Zorren asks with a frown. His gaze is directly pointed to the building right next to the crystal needle.
Orlan nods. Yes She requested your presence.
Zorren, before we et your daughter, can I check my class on the needle?
I will go on ahead, he states.
Quasi raises his hands, Fine. Fine. Well speak to her first. Jessica, go check your class. Pretty sure the giant needle is the dungeons class stone. Maybe you got sothing good.
Jessica nods and veers off. Orlan stops at the entrance and waves both Quasi and Zorren inside. Joker enters as well.
I will wait here for your return, Orlan says as they pass him by.
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