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The Implock – Chapter 97 – “Demonic Omens”
🕑 Added 2022-05-14 22:26:48 +0000 UTC∼ Demonic Omens ∼
Chapter - 97
Arrayed with such a varied choice, Nyx was more than pleased.
Although all three specializations gave considerably fewer attribute points per level than his race, that was also within expectations. The reason why is that while humans and other enlightened didn’t evolve their races, they still get a base amount of attribute points from being said race at every level. If Nyx remembered correctly, humans got two unallocated points per level, and when they finally hit level ten and got their classes, they would get the addition of class attributes on top of that. But of course, that was never enough to truly match how many monsters got.
Whereas monsters came in every shape and size, sporting health pools and stamina pools many times greater than any enlightened, they shored up that difference with skills, masteries, and techniques. Through that, they were able to bridge the otherwise inconceivable gap in attributes and scale between monsters and men.
Regardless, five points for every class - that sounded pretty damn good. With this, he would be getting a grand total of fifteen attribute points per level. A staggering amount to be sure.
Though Nyx found it unfortunate that there weren't any higher grade classes, all three of them Epic-grade, he couldn't complain. Epic-grade was already much better than what most could ask for. It was simply that Nyx hadn't met the prerequisites for better classes or rarer classes as he was bottlenecked with his skills and masteries. At this point, when advancing their classes, most people would've gotten at least one or two skills and masteries at Peak rank. But since Nyx's growth had exploded into heights before he could really focus on them, they were a lot lower than even the common standard.
Enlightened that had the potential to achieve a specialization or even hit level twenty-five, often spent years and decades, before they ever reached it. Meaning they had plenty of time to focus on their skills and masteries. Perfecting them, even those who didn't possess Nyx's natural aptitude and reckless "training" endeavors.
The only reason why he even got something as good as Epic-grade was because of other very peculiar requirements he just so happened to meet.
Nevertheless, Nyx had been presented with three damn good choices. Each one seemed viable to his current path, and none looked to be pulling ahead of the others. It was all around a good selection to choose from. From the Demoniac with its somehow fighting-based style to the Demonologist who commanded swathes of familiars, and even the Infernal Caller who reminded him a lot of the Infernal Keeper - though a lot less glamourous and ethereal.
It was a hard choice. First of all, the Demoniac of course called out to him. Unsurprisingly. It seemed pretty geared to what he was already doing. Though Nyx hardly understood what it was all truly about. The attribute distribution was definitely strange for a magic class - and the description stranger still. But while the attribute distribution was a little odd, it did shore up his weak points by making him overall more resilient and hearty.
Then there was the Demonologist that tickled a certain fancy of his. Thoughts of watching as an army of demons descend on his foes were a tantalizing fantasy. Fighting alongside them in the thick of battle, even more so.
And lastly, the Infernal Caller. Pure and unadulterated destruction. What wasn't to like about that?
Yet, Nyx's gaze kept sliding back to one specialization in particular. The Demoniac.
Upon achieving a specialization, one would receive a specialization skill, which would become the core of one's class. It was arguably the most important skill out of your whole repertoire, around which your whole fighting style would end up revolving. It was a true difference-maker in battle and set the tone for your path.
As for the Demoniac, its specialization skill for one was quite interesting - [Embody]. Alongside the description of the class, it painted a somewhat vague picture of what it was all about. Vague or not, however, Nyx was still intrigued with what it could mean.
Although it didn't look any more special than the others, and probably wasn't, it was the one calling out for him. Not to mention, it had something to do with that dodgy old human. The first one he had met, that is... One of the prerequisites and focal points of the specialization was embodiment. The very same rune he had learned from the old coffin dodger.
While the mention of those individuals who picked this class often went off into the deep end or was already so beforehand, Nyx wasn't particularly worried about that. Warlock gained their infamy of being insane and cuckoo because of the very demonic mana they wielded. For the reason that without a powerful will, a mind prone to the wiles of their own emotions and desires - a dangerous quality for any mage - one would inevitably succumb to the demonic mana's corrupting wiles. Nyx was different, however. For he was already a demon. A living, breathing being of demonic energy. He simply couldn't get any more corrupt than he already was.
So, considering only those downsides described in the specialization, there were virtually none for Nyx in choosing Demoniac. In fact, he might have somewhat of a cheat here. An advantage. An impish smile formed on his lips.
He chose Demoniac.
As the other roads and the figures disappeared, leaving only the Demoniac, a long silence drew out. As nothing was happening for a lengthy moment, Nyx started dreading that he might have to fight yet another Vainlord. However, that thankfully wasn't the case as something unexpected happened.
From within Nyx - came floating out a glowing symbol. It hovered in the air, distorting space with ripples of power, a golden aura around it. Nyx instantly recognized it - the very thing already imprinted into his mind.
The [Rune of Embodiment] "Rah." He muttered, the word itself humming with power on his tongue.
It just hovered there, in between him and the Demoniac, until it started coming back. Slowly, it settled onto the left side of his chest and began searing itself onto his skin. Rather contradictory to the sizzling meat and steam that rose from his flesh, Nyx actually felt no pain. It was slightly surreal watching himself truly burn for the first time in his life. The System must be doing some strange System-y things as so usually did to make that happen. But Nyx didn't bother fretting over it and instead inspected his new marking. The [Rune of Embodiment] had now been inscribed onto his very body. And Nyx had a sneaky suspicion that was what Demoniac was all about. Talking about manifesting and drawing power from his familiar - this rune was definitely the center point.
The world of gray faded to darkness - claiming Nyx yet once more.
...
Deep within the forbidden territories, a regional belt that stretches the length of the Spine within the darkest depths of this inconceivable range of sky-breaking mountains, a permeating miasma of darkness reigned as not even the sun could reach this godsforsaken place.
A singular figure in clouds of dust and rubble that were slowly settling all around, its stature minuscule in the grand scheme of this forbidden land - stood here, supported on what but a gnarled wooden walking stick.
The figure, a withered old man in a mage's dirty robes, turned suddenly, looking off into the distance as if his gaze could actually penetrate the darkness and dust. "Hmm, what a little monster." He shook his head wistfully, a smile on his lips. "Young'uns these days, tsk - tsk. With what waits in store for them, I can only hope that this old heart of mine doesn't give out before I get to see it. For what a spectacle it will be."
The old man cut off his connection to the mana vein that ran through the very ground he stood on, allowing the demonic mana that had traveled down it to continue its passage throughout Argon - spreading the word far and wide. Looking around as the dust finally settled, the old man shook his head with a sigh. "Getting old, indeed."
Walking off in a slow amble, the old man left the scene of utter carnage without as much as another glance at the bestial creatures the size of buildings and monsters so abyssal they might've been the spawn of the void itself bestrewn across the now disfigured landscape - everything left in the wake of this otherwise unassuming old man.
Comments
Colin Fortin-Ballay
I am so excited for Aria´s reaction to Nyx’s evolution.
Isiah Debarros
Thanks for the chapter
BlackRazaras
Thanks for the chapter
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