Once the pain had faded, I stood up and teleported over to the training area. My domain was still empty, and I saw the adventurers were gone. Good riddance, then. I turned towards so of the target dummies and quickly looked through my skills. So Harrowing Gaze wouldn't be good to use here since it would affect living entities. However, I could still practice the other skills.
First off, I activated Dragon's flesh, and a strange sensation covered my skin. It felt as if it was being stretched out by so unseen machine. The top layer darkened slightly and dried out. Cracks ford across the surface, at regular intervals seeming imitating scales. I ran my fingers across it, and it felt a bit like dried leather, but there were tiny bits of tal that faintly glittered in dying sunlight. I glanced at my dium-clad hand and saw that the skill seed to blend in with my dium.
Out of a morbid sense of curiosity, I created a new chef's knife and ran it across the palm of my hand. The tip of the knife only scratched the surface of my skin, but nothing more. I didn't really press all that hard. But it was good. At least I had so survivability in a fight. The upside was that this skill wasn't a constant resource drain. Which was odd. I may have to consult with Kharon to figure out what was going on.
I kept the skin on and tested my next skill. I summoned my weapon template and five-long reptilian-like claws extended from my fingertips. The back of my hand took on a gauntlet-like appearance. As if I had stuck my hand into a giant glove. Overall the hand was large and covered in etheric scales. The claws themselves were an easy fifteen centiters and ca to a triangular shape near the top. The thought of these hitting sobody made shiver slightly. There was no telling how much damage these bad boys would do if I could get my hands on soone. I kept the claws out and spun around. For so reason, all of this felt so right.
I stopped, looked through my skill catalog, and tested out soul fla next. I kept my claws active as I summoned the fla forth. In the center of my palm, a radiant violet fla appeared laced with white flickered into existence. I marveled at the fla, especially since its radiated heat didn't seem to bother my skin. Instead, it gnawed away at from the inside. A bit like a fire that burned underneath my skin.
I pointed it outwards and sent my soul forth, and the fire shot forward and slamd into the training dummy, though much to my dismay, it didn't leave any visible marking. I guess this was another one of those skills ant for living targets. I dismissed the skill and quickly brought up the next with a quick motion.
My claws shifted as a strange fire spread across their surface. The flas didn't have much of a specific color, other than the noticeable color of ki, mingling with that of my soul. It radiated a strange power that gnawed at my mind. But I ignored that feeling and stepped forward to the practice dummy and took a test swing. The air scread out as if the claws were rending reality itself and tore through the wood as if it didn't exist. As my claws left the body of the training dummy, small gouts of fla erupted from the air, further consuming my target.
I pulled my hand back and stared at it in wonder. This was so fucking cool! I chuckled as I dismissed the skill and then focused on my next one. Which was cataclysm, though a part of was slightly worried about the after-effects, but I wouldn't know what they were until I tried it. I took a deep breath and consulted my knowledge on using the skill.
The energy concentrated in my chest like a storm. The surrounding area dimd as light rushed torward . Tiny tendrils of lightning split the air around as the power built up. My soul bar quickly drained, but I stopped it as soon as it reached half. In the blink of an eye, an explosion blinded as my soul shot outwards in every direction, tearing up the ground and destroying a solid four ters around in all directions.
A wave of weakness crashed into my body, and I fell to my knees. It wasn't nearly as strong as when I used my soul shout, but it was still pretty powerful. I glanced at my resource bar and saw that it had dipped a little lower than half. I really needed to practice getting this stuff leveled up. At least I have levels now that I can offset my resource costs. I stood up and brushed down my cloak, and brushed back my hair. It was ti to get to work on leveling everything while I had the chance before the next batch of adventures got here. I cracked my fingers and ntally prepared myself for what was to co. Gotta get that grind on.
I stumbled into my office, my mind weary and my muscles sore. I pushed myself to my absolute limit, trying to get these skills to a good place. They all increased in one rank overall, which wasn't bad, but I wasn't about to ss with my soul bar right now. That would only lead to a massive headache later, and that wasn't sothing that I was too keen on dealing with. I already felt like shit as it was, and I wasn't going to push past that point.
I threw myself onto my bed and saw that Alessia had returned and was sitting in the corner reading sothing. "What is that?" I asked, more out of trying to start a conversation than anything else.
"A book." She replied as she flipped through to another page.
I narrowed my eyes at her and threw a pillow. "No shit. What book is it?"
The pillow went right through her, and she tore her gaze from it and towards . A flicker of amusent danced through her eyes as she regarded . "It's a novel one of the adventurers gave before they left. It's a romance book. The na is twenty shades of black."
I froze when I heard the na, utterly aware of what that book was, even if I hadn't read it. Or at least, I could infer what it was. "Oh, I see; well, have fun with that." I shrugged as I climbed into my bed. I didn't mind her reading that; besides, it's not like I'm her mother, but it makes feel weird knowing she's reading that kind of stuff.
My head hit the pillow, and I pondered so other things. The first adventurers that ca here were unique, to say the least. They seed ill-equipped to be here and struggled a bit, but I think I would let them bash themselves against my undead for a while longer before I decided to change around the legion. Whatever gave essence, really.
As that thought crossed my mind, it dawned on that I hadn't checked my pool or the traits that I have. I've been a little busy with everything. I made a quick gesture, opened up my nu, and looked through everything. Each of those four assassins yields four thousand essence per, which gave almost sixteen thousand. Total, I had twenty-one thousand and then so change. So I needed four more thousand to hit my cap. From there, I had no idea what to do, so I would get with Kharon on the matter. I dismissed it and glanced at my domain traits.
Unified Faith: The undead within your domain serve you wholeheartedly. Each action you take affects them and defines who they are. You are the beacon that guides them through the uncertainty of their lives. Because of the psychic connection that the undead share, their mories are changed free of cost. Ideas can be implented and created without an issue.
Whispers of a dead empire: With such potent faith, the undead warp the domain with their thoughts. Whispers of what once was, and what will be now perate the air. Be wary for this effect can lay low even the strongest of wills.
Corrupted Past: Due to the nature of the domain, the entities here have a false idea of what they once were. Therefore, they can achieve concepts with no prior knowledge.
I bobbed my head as I read them over. Not a bad collection of traits. Everything looked pretty simple and straightforward. The only thing that I needed to do now kept molding my undead to what I wanted them to be. I still felt a little bad at the fact that I was slowly grinding away their mories, but the more I thought about it, the less bothered I was. It was just sothing that had to be done. I dismissed my screen and stared up at my ceiling. This wasn't so bad. All I had to do was get over so reservations I had. Now it was just a matter of achieving my goal here. But the whispers part was interesting. I haven't noticed anything that seed off. Perhaps that should be a Kharon question. If I rember of course.
As I was working through so ideas, my mind flittered back to Alessia's evolution. It said she had beco sentient, so I was curious about what that ant for . I reopened my nu and looked through everything to see if I could find more information.
Sentient Undead: These undead have been awakened and are entirely aware of who they are. They are powerful, intelligent, and, above all, dangerous foes. However, this cos with a major drawback: Outside of your system companion, sentient undead can not be respawned. Once they are vanquished, they are forever so.
As I read it over, my blood ran cold, and I gazed at Alessia. If she died, I couldn't respawn her. I had to keep her alive, or at least close by. All the others that would perish here, at least I could bring them back. But not Alessia. I frowned, but I didn't voice my concern about it. I had so amount of trust in her to not do sothing as stupid as to kill herself.
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