Shinon stood at the settlent gates. The unfamiliar cool breeze rustled his hoodie, its fabric concealing his features in shadow. Clad in all-black clothing, a backpack slung over his shoulder, he embodied the essence of stealth and readiness.
Unfortunately for him, his partner did not share the sa sentint and was running late. He had accepted Selena’s invitation to join her on the mission to take care of the bandits, but the waiting slowly tested his patience.
They were supposed to leave before sunset, but now the sun was about to disappear, yet there was no sign of Selena.
Minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity, and Shinon grew restless. His mind wandered to the concept of punctuality, his annoyance at the delay simring beneath the surface.
He had ticulously planned his own schedule, ensuring every second was accounted for. To him, punctuality was a mark of respect and efficiency, and he struggled to understand why Selena seed to disregard it so blatantly.
’Hm... maybe I shouldn’t expect everyone else to follow my standards.’
As the settling sun cast long shadows upon the ground, a figure erged from the depths of the settlent. It was Selena, donned in similar all-black attire, her determined gaze eting Shinon’s.
"Finally," Shinon muttered under his breath, his voice laced with impatience.
"Sorry for the wait. There were so last-minute preparations I had to attend to." Selena mumbled before tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
"I thought, at least in the apocalypse, won won’t take so long to get ready. But it seems even the zombies can’t deter your need to look good."
"So you admit I look good?" Selena replied, a faint smile playing on her lips.
"I admit nothing. Besides, it’s getting dark, so I can’t see shit," Shinon lied as a Shadowmancer, he could see quite well in the dark. "Co on, let’s get going."
As they stepped outside the safety of the settlent, the night air greeted them with a chilling embrace. Silence hung heavy between them as they set off on their mission, their footsteps falling in sync.
The moon rode high in the night sky, casting a pale glow over the desolate landscape. Shinon and Selena navigated the treacherous terrain, their senses heightened and their steps cautious.
The marked location lood in the distance, beckoning them forward on their mission to rid the settlent of the nacing bandits.
The night air was thick with tension as they weaved through the shadows, careful not to attract the attention of the ever-present threat of the undead. Shinon’s eyes scanned the surroundings, his mind attuned to the subtlest shifts in movent.
It had been a while since the two of them left on a mission together, but Selena didn’t want to remind Shinon of that because, after that mission, things had gone south between them.
But the silence between them was awkward, so Selena decided to do sothing about it.
"Rember," Selena whispered, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves. "We need to be careful not to attract any unwanted attention, especially from the zombies. They’re more active at night."
"You’re telling that to ?" Shinon laughed. "I survived on my own in these lands for a while. Rest easy, as you don’t need to caution ."
"My mistake, Sir Know-it-all." Selena rolled her eyes and walked past Shinon.
As she led the way, her steps were confident but hasty. As they ventured deeper into the unknown, Shinon couldn’t help but notice the unease in her movents, a telltale sign of negligence.
Shinon was about to warn her, but it was already too late. Selena’s focus wavered for a brief mont. It was a montary lapse, but it was enough to cause trouble.
A low growl pierced the silence, shattering the tension in the air. Shinon’s eyes narrowed, and his hand instinctively tightened around the hilt of his blade. In the dim moonlight, a pack of zombified dogs erged from the darkness, their glassy eyes fixed on their unsuspecting prey.
"Congratulations, Selena. Your negligence finally paid off!"
"It’s all your fault!" Selena yelled back, drawing her daggers.
"Won and accountability..." Shinon sighed and readied himself for the battle ahead.
[Skill: Shadow Mimic has been activated.]
[You have gained the following stats from seven Zombie Hounds:
Strength 16.44
Dexterity 24.18]
’Tsk, only seven? There are at least twenty of them!’
[Absorbed stats will be retained for 10 minutes. After the duration is over, the user will gain the following stats:
Strength 8.22
Dexterity 12.09]
"For once, I got so good stats." Shinon smiled. "I guess I should try and hunt more of them."
Without wasting a mont, the first dog lunged at Selena, its rotten jaws snapping in a frenzy. She dodged its attack with practised grace, swiftly counterattacking with a swift slash of her daggers.
The clash of steel against flesh reverberated through the night as she fended the relentless onslaught.
Shinon, his mind focused, tapped into the depths of his shadowmancer abilities. Shadows seed to converge around him, swirling and pulsating with ethereal energy.
With a swift hand motion, he summoned tendrils of shadow, elongating and solidifying into razor-sharp blades.
As Selena deflected the dogs’ attacks, Shinon moved in tandem, his shadow blades slicing through the air. The undead creatures howled in pain as the darkness claid them one by one, dissolving them into nothingness.
But the fight was far from over. Undeterred by the loss of their pack mbers, the remaining dogs lunged at Selena with renewed fury. She spun and twisted, her daggers a blur of deadly precision, but the overwhelming numbers threatened to overwhelm her.
With determination, Shinon channelled his powers further, lding with the shadows around him. He projected his will onto the darkness, shaping it into a protective shield that encased Selena, deflecting the jaws of the undead.
"Still think you don’t need my help?" Shinon shook his head and leapt over the shield, confronting the dogs himself. "Usually, I’m a dog person. But after seeing you, I’m considering taking a trip to Vietnam... if it exists in this tiline."
As the dogs jumped on Shinon, he remained calm and snapped his fingers. Within monts, hundreds of sharp shadowy spikes appeared around him, impaling the attackers with ease.
"Too easy."
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