Shadow of the Abyss

In that single momt of supremacy, Altair had fall into the realm of a First-Tier Warrior, gaining his first circle. The world a him felt pixilated. It felt fragile, like he was standing on eggshells. Yet there was an indescribable weakness to the flaws before him. An innate sse of familiarity and longing that did nothing to calm his raging heart.

He could feel his anger building within his chest. A ssation he was quite unfamiliar with. But it felt right.

Kirr expression twisted wh he began to bellow with laughter. It was a laughter that chilled the air with madness. He lifted his longsword, a beat and battered edge that had se better days. Yet it was sharp to a point: "You are a monster… One that can't be reasoned with." He cursed. "I was told to bring you in alive, but now… Not anymore.

Not for what you did." Pure mana began to gather and roiled against the large frame of Kirr as muscles began to protrude with veins.

The Prince said nothing. He'd heard ough of Kirr's righteous tone that was as sicking to the air as it was to his gut.

"Brothers or not… this was wrong." He told himself wh he froze as more notification sprang into his eye.

[Heart of Darkness has Tarnished Insight]

[DING]

[Insight → Eye of Sacrilege I ]

A tremor ran through the Prince's right eye as blood-stained red dripped from his iris. Pain. Pain unlike anything tore at the Prince as he trembled, bearing a cry that thundered through the walls.

[Eye of Sacrilege I (C) ]

[Attribute: Infernal]

[Effect: ???]

[Destription: ???]

Resisting the urge to fall to his knee that buckled like a fawn before a preditor, Altair clched his left eye wet with blood that began to twist into a black ooze that smelt of brimstone. Yet his knees only seemed to lose their strgth as the second ebbed. A silvery flash of light shrieked through the halls as Kirr approached with dse killing intt.

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Altair bearly lifted his sword, groaning as a powerful shockwave tore him off his feet and into the wall, spreading webs of cracks throughout the structure. He coughed up a mouth full of blood, bearly able to stay consciousness wh a flurry of blows shrieked towards him.

Too weak to defd Altair could only protect his vitals as dozs of gashes clear to the very bone swept over his physique. He was used to this type of pain. But the agonizing tormt from his left eye was something that petrified him to his core.

[Divine Being, 'Piercing Owl' is willing to offer you her blessing]

[Divine Sin, 'Archeon' chuckles at your pathetic state]

[Divine Being, "She Who Hunts," folds her arms, awaiting your response]

"WHY WON'T YOU DIE!!!" Kirr howled like a wild beast, hammering his blade down at the princes, parrying the best he could. But despite his desperate strike, Kirr found the boy bearing the full brunt of his sword. At first, he hadn't thought about it, but the more he saw the boy's blood seeping over the g, the more he found his sword reacting more efficitly.]

Gritting his teeth as the petrifying sear in his eye throbbed and sizzled, a scarlet glow deeper than the reddest Hell glisted off the surface of Altair's left eye as he oped it.

[DING]

Name: Kirr

Class: Slave Knight Lv 4

Bloodline: lycanthrope

Strgth: 5

Dexterity:3

Constitution: 6

Wisdom:

Charisma:

Mana:

Skill: Wind Blade(F), (Swordsmanship (F), (Frzy F)

[Eye of Sacrilege has activated]

Startled by the sudd halting of pain that vanished like a light breeze, mobility returned as Altair saw an emerald glow flicker over the surface of Kirr's sword. The world seemingly stilled as Altair suddly became aware of flaws in himself and Kirr.

It was as if a light bulb had stirred his consciousness. He tracked the blade's trajectory and slightly moved as Kirr's blade suddly shrieked through the walls like hot butter.

'That was Wind Blade!' Altair told himself as he dipped beath Kirr, making a bit of distance, his withered body beat and weak by his laps of weakness.

Kirr frowned and stared at Altair's left eye, finding himself utterly terrified. As if Death had pressed his scythe against his throat, terror dug into his mind as a foul stch suddly trailed down his legs. Fear. Utter fear, unlike anything he thought possible, stabbed at his mind. Bringing him to his knees as a howl that tore apart his vocals crackled from his throat.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~"

[Kirr has be frighted by the Eye of Sacrilege]

[All stats will be halved.]

[Kirr has be Petrified]

Altair shuddered. He didn't for a second hesitate as he lunged towards Kirr. Not daring to warry of the blood gushing out of his wounds, sword light shrieked through Kirr's sword arm, severing it from the base.

'Shit…"I was aiming for his neck… ' The Prince thought in a weaked daze. He forced himself not to drop as he lifted his sword again. Dropping it over Kirr's other arms.

"AAAAAAAAAAAH~ STOP! STOP!!! DEMON! DEMON! DEMON!!!!" Kirr thundered, scrambling away, seemingly unbothered by his missing arms, spewing blood. Kicking away, he tumbled over, scrambling for his life as he wormed away from the young Prince for dear life.

Altair's scarlet eye swirled with profundity. The Prince approached Kirr at a slow pace with barely any strgth in his arm. He stopped over his body and dropped his sword through his neck. As the light in his eye wt dead, falling into sweet oblivion, Altair fell with a smile over his lips.

[Slave Knight, Kirr has Be Felled. Exp Gained]

[Circle of Gluttony Has Devoured Soul of Slave Knight, Kirr]

[Soul Absorption: 4 Days]

[Soul Storage: /]

[Divine Sin, 'Archeon' praises your victory. And looks forward to future dealings. Should you survive.]

[Divine Being 'She Who Hunts' has grown wary of the boy's left eye. She demands answers.]

…

…

…

Appearing above the pool of blood like an untouched goddess, Luna peered at Altair with a bright smile. She had watched the tire thing and had not be more impressed. Lifting a finger, a gtle force pulled in from a pool of blood. She grinned before giving a bright nod as she brushed off bits of blood from his handsome exterior.

"You've done well, Altair. You wouldn't have won if you fought head-on. It's good you can use your head. " She giggled. "And that skill will surely propel you further into the Realm of Spirits. I merely hope you can handle it.

You're too smart for your own good. It's why you hav't sse mana or why you've yet to gain the swordsmanship skill. Your sses are too advanced." She trailed her fingers over his cheeks, which were cold as ice. "Anyway… Happy Birthday, my dashing Prince."

Name: Altair

Mana Circle: [First Circle Complete], [Second Circle 0%]

Class: Young Prince Lv [First Awaking]

Strgth:

Dexterity:4

Constitution: 3 → 4

Wisdom: 6 →

Charisma: 6 →

Mana: → 7