Caspian leaned heavily against a nearby tree, his vision blurring.
His fingers trembled as he wiped blood from his face.
"I rember… I'm in the world of that novel," Caspian muttered. "I rember how I got Bloodmoon… how I captured those mini goblins… but everything else? It's like there's a fog in my mind. I don't know anything else."
{Yes, child,} Bloodmoon's voice echoed in his mind. {From my perspective, you sacrificed your mories to survive. You traded knowledge for your life.}
A faint notification flashed before Caspian's eyes:
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To regain your mories: 96,000 points required.
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To regain your emotions:
~FEAR - 28,800 Points
~HAPPINESS - 18,000 Points
~TASTE - 9,600 Points
~PAIN - 18,000 Points
~SYMPATHY- 18,000 Points.
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Unused Points: 500×9 =4500.
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"Damn it," Caspian groaned,"You're right. But what now?, what should I do and I'm so damn thirsty."
Pushing through his pain, Caspian crawled toward the lupivore corpse once again and pressed his hand against it.
"EVOKE," he muttered.
The familiar ripple of energy coursed through his arm as the lupivore stirred back to life.
Its glowing eyes locked onto Caspian, awaiting commands.
"Hey, you bastard," Caspian grunted, summoning whatever strength he could muster.
"Use that nose of yours and find so people… or water. And hurry."
The lupivore sniffed the air, its nostrils flaring as it analyzed the surrounding scents.
After a mont, it turned to Caspian and gave a subtle nod.
"Good," Caspian muttered, before dragging himself to the other two fallen lupivores.
One by one, he evoked them as well.
Now surrounded by three beasts, Caspian collapsed onto the back of one of the lupivores.
"Alright, big guy," he muttered as he lay down, "Get there. Fast."
The lupivore started moving.
Caspian's head rested against its fur as he fought the urge to close his eyes, a mix of relief and lingering dread flooding through him.
"What a ss," he whispered to himself. "I don't even know if I'll make it, but I'll be damned if I die like this."
As Caspian rode on the back of a lupivore through the dense forest.
"Hey, Bloodmoon," Caspian muttered. "You said my domain is weak because of my affinity control. Why is that?"
{Child, your domain's size is directly tied to how far you can control your affinities,} Bloodmoon explained. {The better your control, the larger your domain becos. It's a simple equation of skill and focus.}
Caspian frowned, running a hand through his hair. "And what about the connection? Why is mine so weak?"
{Your connection is depends to the number of affinities you possess,} Bloodmoon said. {The more affinities you master, the stronger the core connection becos. But this is a double-edged sword. Without balance, having too many affinities can dilute your control.}
"Figures," Caspian scoffed. "A jack-of-all-trades and master of none, huh?"
{A crude way to put it, but not entirely inaccurate,} Bloodmoon admitted.
Caspian smirked slightly, despite himself.
"But how do you even know all this, Bloodmoon?"
Bloodmoon remained silent for so monts.
{I don't know,} the sword confessed. {It's as if the knowledge is engraved in my being. I just… know it.}
Caspian rubbed his temples, sitting up. "We'll need to check your mories when we've got so ti. Maybe there's sothing useful buried in there."
{As you wish, child,} Bloodmoon said.
"Hey, why are you being so....
The conversation continued as the group moved through the forest.
The trees thinned, and the sound of rushing water reached Caspian's ears.
After so ti, the lupivores ca to a stop at the edge of a riverbank, river was huge.
Caspian climbed down from one of the creatures with great effort, his legs nearly buckling beneath him.
The cool, clear water of the river was a welco sight.
He stumbled to the water's edge, scooping it up with trembling hands to drink deeply.
The cold, fresh water.
He splashed it over his face.
He washed the blood and gri from his body, feeling the sting of his wounds but ignoring the pain.
With a sigh, he collapsed onto the soft grass by the river, his head resting on his arm.
The sound of flowing water lulled him into a brief sense of calm, but that serenity was shattered monts later.
"Finally, a break…"
Awoooooooo!
A long, haunting howl echoed through the forest, chilling Caspian to the bone.
His eyes shot open.
"Damn it," he muttered.
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[POV: Eirlys Arcwright]
"I don't know, but sothing feels... amiss," she muttered, gazing out the large window of her room.
She leaned back against her chair, exhausted from the day's raid.
The S-rank portal had been a brutal challenge, but they had erged victorious.
Only a few casualties—a success by any asure.
Her thoughts wandered to her family.
Her mother and brothers had gone to the church earlier in the day, but it was already night, and they hadn't returned.
"Strange," she said under her breath.
Eirlys reached for her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she scrolled through her contacts.
She dialed her mother's number.
Beep!
The call didn't go through. She tried again.
Beep!
No response. Her chest tightened. Sothing was definitely wrong.
Throwing on her jacket, she grabbed her car keys and ran down the stairs. The tallic clinking of the keys echoed in the quiet house.
VROOOM!
She jumped into her car and sped down the road.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
"Ring! Ring!"
She answered hurriedly. "Hello?"
A shaky voice greeted her.
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