Chapter 292
Trial of Cruelty (III)
What Cain didnt account for when briefly imaging his fight against the woman was just how sticky she would be. No matter how many tis he Blinked or in which direction or even just how much space he gained, she would reappear near him within seconds. He realized that she was made this way--they didnt care for how well he could shake off lee combatants and fight from the range, they wanted to see him perform as a lee combatant.
Though a bit annoying, it wasnt sothing that shook his confidence. As such, rather than wasting his Mana on the ever-increasing costs of Blinks, he used a much milder version with the sa idea--it limited his movent to just sidestepping a few feet, but it was instant and it cost virtually no Mana. The reason he didnt like using it often was that it shared a cooldown with Blink, omnidirectionally. That ant that if he sidestepped left, all of his Blink-charged skills would go on a cooldown.
A hefty swing of a blade phased just by his side as he retaliated imdiately. Since he was fighting in lee, he made skills up on the fly with the main notion in mind being that they had low Mana costs. As such, they were mostly short-burst, low-damage and low-cooldown jabs that aid to disorient more than to harm.
The two remained aflight all the while, nimbly weaving around each other in the ever-widening circle, their speeds progressively increasing. The woman roared lowly, slamming her blade against the shield as a crack of thunder bood out, hundreds of bolts like serpents blowing out from the shield and dipping toward Cain. The latter pulled back aggressively, projecting hexagonal, transparent shields in front of him--six in total, all forming a semi-circle around him.
So bolts washed over and so squeezed by, but none managed to hit Cain squarely, affording him a second of respite as the woman rushed back toward him. He unchained a flaming blade with a singular motion of his arm, jerking it back before bringing it forward, the magnified, forty-feet long sword made of fire following the trajectory, descending toward the woman.
She stopped abruptly and heaved her shield up, blocking the strike but clearly taking so damage as she was pushed further down. The sword dissipated in the gushing wind as Cain took the opportunity not to create distance, but rather to close it--dipping right behind the woman while she still appeared disoriented, extending his palm and injecting a massive surge of Mana for a newly-created skill.
Tapping the womans back with his palm, the energy expanded and molded into a fiery haze, pushing outward as the imprint of his palm was laid out into the womans armor, managing to just barely touch her skin before she recovered and dashed out. She didnt cry out in pain, but her movent clearly grew slightly more languid as she spun around, staring deathly daggers at him.
Even if her movent grew more languid, her speed, however, increased--sothing Cain noticed quite a while ago. Bit by bit, she began to overtake him until, inevitably, a few of the previously-stray hits... began landing. First it was a mild cut, then a deeper one, then a stab, and then a proper slice that nearly cut his left forearm off in one sweep.
Despite his trickery and experience and utilization of magic, the reality of things was that Cain... was a Mage. Not only that, but he doubled-down on his class by choosing a Spellweaver. The fact that he could match a full lee fighter for this long was already a miracle in and of itself. It was, really, just a matter of ti before he was unable to keep up and started losing.
Due to this, he had to adapt--and he had to adapt quickly. By giving up even more firepower, he poured even more Mana into maintaining high speed and agility for longer periods of ti. Unlike damage skills, however, which the Tower tolerated greatly when it ca to costs of using them, utility skills were... different, especially mobility-associated ones.
The Mana costs, rather than remaining static, would ramp up, and there was even a hard-coded threshold of sorts, a point at which a person is entirely disallowed from using any and all skills--not just utility-charged ones. That was also why Cain was careful not to speed-cast too many skills and instead bob-and-weave, so to say, between his rotation.
The mont hed gain at least a hundred yards of distance, he knew that he had a 2 seconds long window for a buffer--hed use a high-damaging skill with high accuracy, but limit the cast ti to, at most, a second and a half. By the ti he was done casting the skill, the woman would be virtually on top of him, and he had a fraction of a second to dip away.
While being within twenty yards of Byrna, he exclusively used mobility skills, mostly dodging her swift and precise strikes--but always trying to dodge diagonally and away from her as to create as much distance as possible between the two. Once he crossed fifty yards distance, hed continue utilizing movent skills to try and reach the hundred yards, but would weave in so defensive ones as well, to offset the need for mobility skills and try and reset the ramping costs.
By the tenth minute since he started doing it, a single usage of Blink cost him nearly 2000 Mana since he was no longer able to reset it. She was too fast, too precise, too unforgiving--it was like fighting an A.I. program that was perfectly coded to defeat the player. She had pinpoint-accurate instincts, clairvoyant-like prediction skills, and seed to outmatch him in virtually every statistical category... but just by a margin.
Even if he often ended up on the losing side of things, Cain didnt feel overwheld--not once in the battle. Just when it seed she would take over, her pace abruptly evened out and he found himself with so breathing room. If he didnt know any better, hed swear there was soone in the sky with a controller playing her and then stopping when they were about to win just to torture him.
Nonetheless, he used this to his advantage, spacing out skills more and more and recovering Mana swiftly while the woman seed to refuse to land a killing blow, mostly stabbing around the non-lethal regions, as though poking and prodding.
Examination finished, the woman ca to an abrupt halt, surprising Cain as she imdiately created nearly half a mile of distance between the two. Assessnt acquired: threat level... Guardianship. Potential: Classified. Adjusting sensors... Stats--greatly ahead of the pace, inordinate number of high-end Skills present; lee combat... beyond a Mages structure, further assessnt required.
... Cain stared blankly at the woman that was spitting out a genuine report on him with such an emotionless voice he almost wanted to get choked up a bit on her behalf.
Further readjustnts will be proposed during the External Evaluation, the womans countenance shifted abruptly yet again and, for the first ti since eting her, the look in the womans eyes looked... human. She even cracked a coy smile at him as she slowly floated over. Good job, Conqueror Cain. You have impressed many of us.
... and who exactly did I impress? Cain asked back, genuinely confused and curious.
Though many did have a certain level of expectations for you, thievery and all, you still surpassed our initial, internal assessnt, she continued, ignoring him and stopping so ten feet away from him. The reason why Cain didnt back away was that shed already put her weapons away and stopped using Mana completely. Your current state will be taken into account for the future challenges.
Id rather you dont do that, Cain said, smiling sheepishly.
Ha ha, were sure youd rather, the woman laughed coquettishly as she replied. But that is simply how things go. The Towers are supposed to be challenges, ans of testing an individuals entire assortnt of skills, body, psyche, and everything in-between. If soone can simply walk through the challenges... well, they wouldnt be much of a challenge, now would they?
Fuck, are you implying I havent been challenged?! Shit, I dont care who you are, Ill fight you! Cain retorted angrily, thinking back to all the tis he nearly died.
No, of course not, the woman replied calmly. You have managed to overco all the challenges before you, so of which nobody believed you would. But, if I can admit that, then can you admit that you were also appropriately rewarded for your troubles?
... Cain mumbled sothing indiscernible, hating to agree with the woman, but he had no choice but to.
And those rewards have made you quite a few tis stronger, the woman continued. And that strength kept ballooning. In your mind, I believe the phrase power creep dominates?
...
We have to adjust that on our end, the womans smile had the power to disarm. Cain winced, since he felt even himself being reeled in like a fish. Not to worry--we will not use against you the external musings of the bored ones, the woman winked knowingly, causing Cain to sigh. Take the Trial of Cruelty for example--normally, the Trial is rely a test of luck. If youre a physical fighter, you got lucky with an easy Trial. If youre a Mage... well, you had to abandon it and run. Unequivocally. And yet, you, a Mage--an Awakened Mage no less with zero physical damage in his skillset--managed to easily complete the trial. While having that weapon is in part luck, its mostly because you know how certain trials are conducted.
... and thats not cool?
And thats not cool, the woman chuckled. Not to worry--none of your friends or any of the other Conquerors will feel any difference. The Tower, for them, will remain the sa as intended. However, when youre joining them, instead of one, you will be treated as three people.
... and the difficulty will increase proportionately? Cain asked, nodding knowingly.
Yes, the woman said. But, Im sure were still being quite lenient. After all, you do fill the shoes of far more than just three people.
... yeah, you lot are the epito of lenient. Oh, wait. You forced soone who did not Awaken to fight a twice-Awakened...
Shouldnt the fact that you defeated him be far more concerning, then? the womans smile seed to widen further even when it seed impossible. Nonetheless, as our apology for disrupting the Trial, we have prepared a small gift for you. I hope you enjoy it, Conqueror Cain Gregory. And we wish you the very best and hope to one day see you among the Crowned. Good luck! the womans last words trailed for a long while after she had vanished in the bout of white smoke, the sole trace she was ever there the wanton destruction of the world below, and the eerie silence that seed to whisper her indiscernible na.
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