Re:Cursed Chapter 77: Left in Limbo

Nyx did not awake when she beca aware of the void. No, it simply seeped into existence. Or maybe it was her consciousness that was slow to realise where she was.

If she was fully cognisant, Nyx might have been frightened of the starless space that surrounded her. Especially after her encounter with the Eidolon God. But instead, she found herself in a calm fugue.

She was dreaming. That seed like the right answer… but also didn't. It was more than a simple fignt of her slumbering mind. An empty world ford to cradle her soul while she lacked a body. And her body was gone. When she looked down — it was hard to tell if she actually could look down — there was nothing but darkness.

Nyx could still feel her body, but it was more of a phantom sensation than a physical presence. She rembered what she was supposed to be. And with that mory, her mind recreated senses that didn't exist. Even the severed limbs were there.

But beyond that indistinct sensation of the form she knew, was sothing more. Sothing intangible. Like a cloud of smoke had settled over her, Nyx could feel the slightest frisson at a looming weight. A force she could not control.

Her future mutations? Or sothing else?

As she semi-consciously pondered the oddity of her own sense of self, her na scrawled itself in the space before her. It was the only thing visible in this empty void. The na rang in her mind just as clearly as it was visible. Though, those two things might not be all that separate here.

Nỷx

The sight snapped her awake, but not from this void. Half of her mind that remained in its slumber was yanked back into awareness as Nyx realised what this was.

Evolution.

She was sleeping? The last thing she rembered was being discovered by Tarchon. How could she have allowed herself to have fallen asleep after that? He may have been an incredibly powerful cultist, but she couldn't just let him do as he pleased. Nyx should have fought to the bitter end, not succumbed.

Was he tying her down? Severing her mutations? Announcing his discovery to all the other cults? Nyx was now dood to repeat the past, and yet because of her weakness, she had passed out. She couldn't even resist.

It was a disaster. Yet as devastating as this result was, Nyx couldn't gather the grief or fear to make the situation seem real. In this dream world for evolving, her emotions were suppressed. Either that, or she'd co to simply not care about what happened to her… and that worried Nyx more than anything.

Ignorant to Nyx's concerns of what might be occurring on the outside world, her na continued to imprint itself on the surface of nothing. The last ti she'd seen her na, it had only been Nỷx. Now…

Nỷx-aul-thaaren-est-evast-scol-eth-kryl-tanorr-nanaz-juul-nen-mpsil-ossuul-el-Lyotep

…Good thing I can't see a need to introduce myself any ti soon.

The na was obscene. Just how many additives had she gained without her notice? Fifteen? It was hard to think she even had five.

No, wait, that last one was different. Nyx narrowed her focus, and without any difficulty, discovered what it was.

A Feat.

She'd gained another Feat. At only her first evolution, she'd received her second. That was unheard of. In normal circumstances, Nyx would have believed that the Feat ca from surviving the Dark Star, but this wasn't the first she'd survived, and it wasn't like she destroyed the Dark Star herself.

Unwilling to waste ti pondering its origin, she decided to let the Feat tell her itself.

Lyotep — Perseverance. Survival. Slaughter. Knowingly matched with the impossible, each are equal without compromise. There lies no middle ground for those of unmitigated desire, lest the soil crumble and the sky, fall.

I forgot just how damn cryptic na descriptions like to be…

Groaning, but hearing no sound to accompany her intent, Nyx tried to parse its aning. Perseverance and survival are similar enough, but slaughter? Why would the na claim that is equal?

Is the description being snarky again? Nyx thought. I rember the last Feat doing the exact sa.

The na was criticising her for attacking the cult despite already struggling to survive, wasn't it? Well, maybe criticising is wrong. It is simply — cryptically — stating her her intent and rewarding her for the actions she took. She wouldn't have a Feat if she hadn't done sothing impressive, after all.

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But regardless of intent or any consciousness behind how her nas were decided, it was reasonable to assign the survival of the Dark Star as the Feat. No, survival, and the deaths she caused.

It was a bit concerning that there were Feats for mass murder — assuming that's what this was — and raised the question if any of the cult leaders had them.

Nyx let the words flow through her mind again. Unfortunately, they beca no clearer. Nowhere did it say what kind of ability the na gifted. As far as she was concerned, it did nothing besides linger as a question of why nas held such confusing descriptions. If she wanted to know what it did, she would have to discover it like with her last Feat, or hope it was imdiately noticeable upon her return to her body.

She tried not to focus on the reminder that she might not be in the safest company.

As much as she'd love to sit on the Feat for days and ponder exactly what it might do, there were plenty more welco arrivals to her na besides it. Just glancing over her full na, it was hard to comprehend.

It was her na. That was sothing she could tell imdiately and instinctively. But she'd not expected it to have grown so much. Then again, it had been what? A couple of years? She had to do this much if she ever wanted to reach the cult leader's heights.

Considering she'd not been able to sleep in all that ti, she'd likely missed what could have been multiple opportunities to evolve. Well, she was doing it now. And from her casual glance, many seed promising. Before she got ahead of herself, she had new additives to look at. Fourteen, in fact. Between them, her base na, and her Feat, that made a na sixteen long.

The last ti she'd looked with her sense — only a couple weeks ago — it hadn't been twelve. Even that had seed high. But now that she felt them intimately, it struck her differently.

When she opened herself to the first na, she was surprised. Not because it was good. But because of how useless it was.

Aul — Breathe twice with a breath.

Not only was the idea of breathing twice stupid — two tis void is still void — but her first additive wasn't her blade Talent. It should have been. After her evolution, the Talent had been her first. She had been almost certain that a na was ordered by ti of acquisition, with the exception of base, then evolved nas. Apparently not.

Thankfully, the next additive was what she expected.

Thaaren — From early stages of evolution, to the hardened razors of the forge, these weapons have proven themselves ti and ti again. But a killing edge is only as good as its wielder.

During her ti in the Dark Star, she'd very quickly learnt everything it had to teach. It wasn't much, but she'd known that when she got it. The additive in its current state helped her hold her rapier correctly and taught her to make precise strikes, but not much more. She hadn't felt its ntal nudging in months.

To bring out its more impressive teachings, she would need to evolve it.

Nyx's third additive was just as unimpressive as her first.

Est — Boosts introspection.

She changed her mind. This was sohow even less impressive.

If it wasn't only two words, Nyx would think the description was cryptic, and therefore a much stronger na. But no, it was as basic a na as you could get.

What does 'Boosts introspection' even an? Nyx thought. Does it make think to myself more? Or improve my senses sohow?

Whatever it did, its effect was so weak that she hadn't even noticed. It was likely she got the na early in the Dark Star, so if it had given her a noticeable effect, she probably got used to it while distressed. Not that she was holding her breath on it actually being beneficial.

Evast — Rhythm in all: the pace, the beat, the thrill of the body spinning in dance. One who gives in to lody enjoys a tempo set only by themselves.

It was not imdiately obvious what this na was. With a description so esoteric, it was unlikely to be worthless, which made it's lack of appearance questionable. Even if she wasn't sure how a dancing additive could have helped her.

Only when she moved on to the next na, and saw that it was Scol — the common na for dexterous fingers, which also applied to her tentacles — that Nyx's non-existent eyes narrowed. She focused back on the wording of Evast, and to her surprise, the na fit.

She'd hardly considered it a dance, but her wings did create a beat. That must have been enough to trigger the ability. So this na allowed her to accelerate beyond normal ans as long as she was moving to a rhythm? It couldn't be that easy. Otherwise, simple running would have had her moving faster. Still, it said nowhere in the description it was specific for wings, so it should be possible. Sohow. The additive was a very nice addition.

The next na was so fitting that it suddenly had her questioning what she knew about exactly how additives were gained, and just how random they truly were.

Eth — Mind over body. Those with true determination will stave off all worldly requirents until nothing but the grave awaits.

Even ignoring the revelation that it wasn't entirely her mutation that had kept her going, it was too close to the challenge that she'd faced to be a coincidence. She had to double check that it wasn't, in fact, a Feat. But no, it was a simple additive. An additive that had likely kept her alive, but still a simple one and nothing more.

Looking back over the nas she'd seen so far, and peeking through the one's she'd yet to analyse, it was clear they all followed how she'd lived, with so variance. This was not nearly the randomness the rearing wards taught. It was obvious to all that the cults had paths that brought their acolytes into often similar naming conventions, but mostly that was pinned on their rituals and worship. Not their lifestyle.

Though, there isn't a chance anyone beyond their third evolution doesn't know this. Nyx would bet anything that this was how the cult favourites always did so much better than the rest in the Trials.

But… it wasn't like it affected her all that much. She'd been facing challenges originally to try and incite the gamble of nas. Knowing that it wasn't a gamble, and actually gave her abilities suited to the challenges she faced was welco. Though, all those kids that toiled away at poor jobs hoping for a lucky break would never find it.

Nyx turned her attention to the next na, and even through the emotive suppressing ntal state, her mood soured.

Kryl — One who has a great deal of experience with creations of true opposites: flesh and steel, though steel and flesh remain a mystery. Graft flesh to steel, but not steel to flesh.

A fucking Fleshsmith additive. If Nyx could snarl, she would be hissing acid all over herself. I'd rather nothing than a Fleshsmith na.