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Is It Wrong To Skitter In A Dungeon? Chapter 32: Calm Before the Storm
🕑 Added 2025-03-10 16:05:01 +0000 UTCChapter 32: Calm before the Storm
“That’s… the last… one,” Silva panted as she dropped a barrel onto the ground next to Taylor.
“Good work,” the parahuman praised. “Add it to the others.”
The cat-girl sighed a little but complied, rolling the barrel over to the others that were being piled up around Debbie. It joined boxes, crates, and burlap sacks, all filled just like it.
Tomorrow was the day of the War Game against the Apollo Familia, and the adventurers in the Hestia Familia were making their way back up to the surface. They were going slowly, however, stopping at every floor along the way, filling up empty crates and barrels that Lili had had tucked away in her extra-dimensional storage space with Magic Stones and Drop Items.
Lili’s Inventory was soon filled with their own supplies and a literal ton of Magic Stones. But there were still more containers being filled up and then strapped to Debbie’s back, the Dungeon Worm being used as a pack animal.
There were several reasons for doing this, and war funds was not the main one. Taylor had kept her plans close to her chest, but finally revealed a few of them to the group that morning.
They were audacious, insane, and not anything an adventurer would think of. But if it worked? Then the War Game would be over as quickly as it started in favor of the Hestia Familia.
Therefore, the adventurers obeyed Taylor’s instructions and killed monsters by the truckload, grabbing everything that dropped. This naturally got a lot of odd looks from other adventurers in the Dungeon, but nobody tried to confront them. The other Familias were excited for the bloodbath tomorrow and didn’t want to do anything that might spoil their fun.
Because of how long it took to gather all the materials Taylor needed, it was late in the afternoon when the Hestia Familia emerged from the Dungeon, their packs and storage laden with loot from the Dungeon.
Some of this was dropped off at the Guild to be cashed in, but the rest was carried home. Well, to Welf’s forge, but that was for the best as the Blacksmith had a lot of work to do in order to repair everything for the next day’s festivities.
“You’re back!” Hestia called out happily, rushing out from Hephestus’ manor to glomp onto Bell.
“We’re back, Lady Hestia,” Bell replied.
“And you brought back everyone!” she cheered, going around to the other Familia members to give them hugs as well.
“Nice to see you too, Hestia,” Taylor said, smiling fondly as she patted the tiny girl on the back.
“So! What’s up?” Hestia inquired. “And why’re they with you?”
She was looking at Ryuu and Mikoto as she said that, curiosity in her gaze.
“They want to join us,” Taylor said, and Hestia let out a loud gasp.
“Really?!” she squealed excitedly.
“Yes,” Taylor nodded.
“Well, what are we waiting for?! Let’s go!” Hestia called out, grabbing onto Mikoto and Ryuu’s hands and dragging them off with her.
Taylor rolled her eyes at Hestia’s antics before turning back to the others. “Go home and relax. But don’t forget to meet up at the eastern gate before six a.m. tomorrow.”
They all nodded, though Bell decided to come along with Taylor, not exactly having a ‘home’ to return to, and he didn’t want to intrude on the other Familia members.
The first stop was a Japanese style villa that housed the Takemikazuchi Familia. It was a H-ranked, borderline G, Familia with two dozen members all from the Far East, five of whom were Level 2.
‘It’ll be just four, soon, when Mikoto joins us,’ Taylor thought to herself as they were led inside to speak with the god in charge.
“Hello, Take,” Hestia said in greeting to the Japanese war god who was sitting seiza on a porch watching koi swim around in a pond in the garden.
“Hestia, it’s good to see you,” he said, greeting her back. “I take it that you’ve heard about Mikoto’s wish?”
“Yes. I was surprised, but I’m not about to turn down extra hands for tomorrow!” Hestia replied. “Not that we need them, of course. But I respect her desire to honor the promise to help my Familia she made after the Parade Pass and 18th Floor incident.”
“I am glad to hear that,” Takemikazuchi said, before turning his attention back to Mikoto. “Are you ready?”
“I am ready, Lord Takemikazuchi,” she replied, bowing her head to him. “I thank you for all the years we’ve spent together, but I wish to fulfill the oath I made. And… I feel that I can grow stronger with them. Strong enough to someday surpass you.”
“I eagerly look forward to the day you do so,” Take nodded, before getting up. “Come. Let us perform the ceremony.”
A little blood later – and Takemikazuchi hissing through his teeth as he saw the growth she’d gone through over the past week – and Mikoto’s back was bare once more, ready to receive Hestia’s Falna.
“Here, one more thing,” the Far Eastern man said, and he fetched a pair of beautiful short swords, one with a black scabbard, the other white. He handed Mikoto the black sword, while keeping the white one.
“When you are finally ready to return, I shall accept that sword back,” Takemikazuchi told her. “Considering it a promise.”
“Y-yes! Thank you, Lord Takemikazuchi!” Mikoto stammered in response, her face red. The War God looked clueless as to the reason for her flushed face, however, and Hestia just patted her new Familia member sympathetically on the back.
A few more pleasantries were exchanged between Hestia and her friend, the former promising to take good care of Mikoto, before they had to leave.
“Next is Astraea, I assume?” Taylor asked as they walked out of the other Familia’s estate.
“I haven’t seen her in ages,” Hestia said with a sigh of remembrance. “I hope she’s been doing okay.”
Ryuu said nothing, and Taylor made a mental note to explain to the twin-tailed girl about her past.
Despite that awkwardness, the waitress led the group to a building in the outskirts, close to the western wall. It was an inn frequented by travelers who didn’t plan on staying long in Orario, and the party slipped inside through the back.
Bringing them to one of the higher quality rooms available, Ryuu knocked on the door, and after a moment it creaked open, revealing a woman in a white traveler’s cloak, the hood raised to obscure the face. To Taylor’s senses she hummed with a soft tinkling of bells, similar to how cartoons back home had depicted the sound of twinkling stars.
“Ryuu,” the woman murmured, lowering her hood and allowing long, walnut brown hair to spill free when she saw who it was.
“Lady Astraea,” the elf whispered back, taking a knee in front of her.
Soft indigo eyes filled with love met Ryuu’s sky blue orbs, and both had tears shining within them as the two met each other for the first time in many years.
“Come inside,” the woman named after the Greek Goddess of Justice urged, stepping aside to allow her guests entry to her room. “Hello, Hestia. It’s been a while.”
“Astraea,” Hestia said in greeting. “I wish we’d been able to meet again in better circumstances.”
“Indeed,” she agreed. “I won’t be staying for long, and will leave after the War Game.”
“I see,” Hestia hummed. “Okay, then. You, uh, you know what Ryuu wants?”
“Yes,” Astraea said, and there was a conflicted tone in her voice. It was sorrowful, but also relieved. “I am glad she has finally found a place to belong, after so many years alone.”
She turned to Ryuu, who kept her head bowed, unable to look at her. Without a word, Ryuu bared her back to her goddess, causing Bell to squeak and flush, the poor boy spinning around so as not to peep.
Astraea placed her blood on Ryuu’s back, and after updating her status – and gasping a little as she witnessed the events in Ryuu’s life up till now – she undid the link between her and the elf. Just like with Mikoto, the hum that had surrounded the adventurer till then vanished. However, unlike with the Far Eastern woman, the amount of power that spilled out of Ryuu was far greater.
Then, Hestia stepped up, pricking her index finger with a needle of her own, and decorated Ryuu with a new Falna. The sound of Ryuu’s power filled Taylor’s senses once more, and Ryuu straightened back up.
“Ryuu… you can Level up if you want,” Hestia muttered in disbelief, and Taylor and Mikoto stiffened in surprise while Bell’s jaw dropped open in shock.
“I can… but not yet,” the elf replied. “Not until the War Game is over.”
“Why?” Astraea asked in confusion. “Wouldn’t it be better to be stronger for the battle to come?”
“Becoming Level 5 would be overkill,” Ryuu snorted. “I trust Bell and Taylor. I believe they would be able to cinch a victory without needing me at all. I’m just… insurance.”
“And Apollo or some other gods might call foul and want to have her banned or try to invalidate the War Game entirely,” Hestia added with a grumpy expression. “Accepting Ryuu into the Familia at all is probably already stretching things.”
“Ah. Good point,” Astraea sighed. “I’d hoped Apollo would have changed since I left, but that seems to have been in vain.”
She then looked at Ryuu with a caring expression. “It’s been good to see you again.”
“Likewise, Lady Astraea. I’ve left some money for you in the usual place,” Ryuu told Astraea as she put her shirt back on.
“You didn’t have to do that,” the goddess murmured.
“But I want to,” Ryuu whispered. “It’s the only way I can repay you.”
“In that case… may I ask if you’ve finally forgiven yourself for surviving that day?” Astraea asked.
“…no,” Ryuu admitted. “And I don’t think I ever will.”
“I see… can you at least promise me to try and find a reason to smile again?” Astraea pleaded.
Ryuu couldn’t answer that, and Astraea sighed.
“Fine. But I expect an invitation to the wedding!” Astraea declared, finally causing a rection from the elf.
“W-what?!” Ryuu choked out. Behind her, Bell began to wheeze as well, while Hestia trembled a little.
“Oh? Was I mistaken? Is the boy you brought with you not your lover?” Astraea asked innocently, tilting her head to the side. “I mean, why else would you let him be in the same room as you while undressing?”
“H-he’s just a friend!” Ryuu exclaimed.
“Is he? Well, I suppose you’re just taking it slow. But don’t take too much time! You’re an elf and he’s a human,” Astraea commented. “Although maybe you should wait a bit longer to let him grow up some more and become a little bit manlier … but then again, maybe you like them to look more cute and feminine?”
Unable to take it anymore, Ryuu let out an embarrassed whine and she fled the room, dragging Bell with her. Hestia immediately chased after them, and Mikoto and Taylor shared a look before following.
As they left the room, Taylor was the only one to see the teasing smirk that flashed across Astraea’s face after she’d managed to fluster Ryuu.
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Loki hid a yawn behind her hand as she entered the Coliseum. The whole place had gotten tricked out by the Guild in preparation for the War Game between Shorty and Shiny, and there was excited murmuring everywhere.
Gods, adventurers, and citizens alike were waiting eagerly in the Coliseum’s seats and all across the city as magic mirrors were set up to display the events. Her own Familia was among them, the executives already having gotten prime seats down below in the stadium in order to watch Ais’s little boytoy struggle for his freedom.
She didn’t know why Hestia had requested the event to be showcased to the rest of the gods here, though. Normally, the War Games were observed by the deities within a special chamber located near the top of Babel.
‘Shorty is planning something,’ Loki mused. What it was, she hadn’t a clue. But she was Curious, as befitting her nature as a Trickster Goddess, and so she’d decided to arrive a bit earlier with her Familia.
Enterprising people were selling snacks, and there was betting going on throughout the Entertainment District. Everyone wanted to see what would happen in the most anticipated War Game in years! The Record Holders in the newest Familia of Orario versus the arrogant blowhards of the Apollo Familia! It was sure to be one for the ages!
Though compared to the rest of the city, Loki wasn’t all that excited. She already knew how it would turn out.
‘I feel sorry for the short stack, but the Apollo Familia is too large and strong compared to their opponent. The only way the Hestia Familia has any chance of winning is if the Gale steps up and takes charge of the fighting,’ Loki thought to herself. ‘But that runs the risk of revealing her identity to the entire city.’
Oh, Loki absolutely knew about the identity of the waitress who’d just joined the Hestia Familia. In fact, the Trickster Goddess knew about all of them! And she was certain quite a few gods and Guild officials knew about Ryuu Lion’s true identity as well. After all, it wasn’t every day a god was sent by to Tenkai by the hand of a mortal. That tidbit would obviously get a lot of unpleasant attention onto the poor elf’s back if it was revealed, and not even Freya could protect her little pet if that happened.
Loki glanced over at her fellow goddess, watching Freya out of the corner of her eye. Freya thought she was being clever and subtle, but Loki wasn’t a fool. She knew what the Goddess of Love and Beauty was doing. Why Freya was pretending to be a waitress, she had no idea. Finding that out was part of why Loki liked to frequent the Hostess of Fertility.
But as powerful as Freya was, not even she would be able to keep Ryuu Lion’s head on her shoulders if her identity was discovered. In the end, the elf killed Rudra, and though personally Loki felt he’d deserved everything that happened to him, the rest of the gods wouldn’t see it that way.
A mortal violating one of the founding Taboos of the current world’s order was unacceptable, and she would have to be sacrificed to appease the anger of the other deities, both those up in Tenkai and down here on Genkei.
‘And speaking of Evilus, they’re still being a bunch of slippery bastards,’ Loki thought to herself with a grimace.
She’d been spending a lot of time trying to find out where Evilus and the mysterious Enyo were hiding, but even after weeks of searching, the only solid lead Loki had uncovered was that some unsavory elements were smuggling nasty shit in and out of Orario using Daedalus Street.
Her Familia had scoured the twisted streets above and below – Finn, Gareth, and Bete still hadn’t forgiven her for sending them into the sewers the other week – but found diddly-squat. They were close though! She could feel it in her gut!
I need somebody who is good at finding things,’ Loki mused to herself. And when she caught sight of Hestia herself walking into the divine seating section of the Coliseum a thought popped into the trickster’s head.
‘Hmm. That creepy Weaver girl can see through the bugs she controls, can’t she? I bet she’d be amazing at searching for hidden things,’ Loki mused. ‘Okay! When this is over, I’ll approach Hestia about making a deal to borrow Weaver for my search for Evilus. In exchange, I’ll declare a War Game on that pompous ass Apollo in order to get Bell back. That can be the price for Weaver’s services. Yeah, that sounds fair!’
Nodding to herself, Loki grinned. It was the perfect plan! Hestia would no doubt be so depressed and desperate to get her baby boy back, she’d agree to anything Loki offered.
‘And maybe Ais will let me touch her boobs as thanks for rescuing her boyfriend,’ Loki giggled lasciviously, causing a few other gods near her to shoot her weirded out looks.
Her laughter cut off when the Masked Moron strode up to the platform that overlooked the Coliseum, and he presented himself to the city.
“I AM GANESHA!” the God of the People called out, his voice echoing through the city thanks to several magic tools. “And the War Game approaches!”
Cheers rang out at his words, and a moment later, massive glowing windows sprang up into existence all over the Coliseum as well as outside in the city. These were made with the power of Ouranos’ Arcanum. As the Sky-Father, he was able to observe all things that existed below the heavens. By channeling a tiny bit of his divinity into several unique artifacts within the Guildhall and Babel, he could project these screens all across Orario. And in them, it was possible to see the two Familias waiting for the game of capture the flag to start.
Both Familias were waiting in a pair of old castles that had been restored for the event. The Apollo Familia’s flag was being guarded in the throne room, while the Hestia Familia stood around a flagpole in the courtyard of the fortress.
Seen this way, it was clear to all the sheer disparity between the two Familias. Apollo had over a hundred children serving him, and a Level 3 adventurer. There were also talented archers, skilled mages, and plenty of cannon fodder.
Meanwhile, there were only eleven adventurers on Hestia’s side. Five Level 1s, five Level 2s, and a single Level 4. And while the latter could be the key to cinching victory, it would still be an uphill battle.
Sure, Hestia’s Familia had a couple of monsters lounging around in the courtyard with them – and a bunch of crates and wooden containers that looked out of place – but Loki doubted it’d be enough.
‘Although that Crystal Mantis looks rather terrifying. Never seen a black one before. A Blue Papilio will give them limited healing, which is a boon in a fight like this. And that Dungeon Worm… they’re bigger than I thought they’d be!’ Loki commented. She then noticed something odd. ‘Hang on, what’s that golden thing Weaver’s got? Is that a fake arm?’
“That arm!” Dian Cecht exclaimed, bolting to his feet in disbelief as he stared at the golden arm attached to Weaver. He wasn’t the only one to be surprised by the sight of it. Just the loudest.
“Miach!” Dian Cecht suddenly snarled, spinning around to glare daggers at the blue-haired apothecary. “How dare you?!”
“What are you on about?” Miach asked, confused by the other god’s sudden verbal attack.
“That arm! You made it, didn’t you?!” Dian Cecht snapped. “You stole the secrets of my Silver Arms and made a knock-off for that girl! Admit it!”
“I did no such thing!” Miach protested, insulted by the accusation.
“Don’t lie!” Dian Cecht spat out. “You had ample opportunity to study the Silver Arm I sold to your child! How else do you explain the existence of a prosthetic my Familia did not create?!”
Loki leaned in a little, enjoying the drama. It was highly unlikely Miach was guilty of what Dian Cecht was accusing him of, but it was still a surprise to see the golden limb move and act just like a real arm. The surly craftsman god was the only one in Orario who could create Silver Arm prosthetics, and somebody else intruding onto the market was not going to be met with joy.
“Sit down, Dian Cecht,” Hephestus called out, and the fuming craftsman spun around to level his glare at a new target.
“Do not interfere in matters that do not concern you, Hephestus!” Dian Cecht shouted. “I will have that lying rat reveal how he stole my secrets and-!”
“Miach did not create it. I did,” Hephestus declared, silencing the ranting god.
Loki raised an eyebrow, now even more interested.
“You… what?” Dian Cecht uttered, sounding lost and confused. “You created that arm? But…”
“Well, it wasn’t just me,” Hephestus admitted. “A Blacksmith of my Familia was building it for Weaver. In fact, from what I understand, it was her who gave my child the blueprints and idea for it. All I did was give a few blessings and double-check the work.”
“That-! Impossible!” Dian Cecht spluttered out.
“It is not. The Golden Arm that was made by one of my children is a brilliant mechanical magi-tech artifact, and one of the highest quality that even I’d consider a masterwork,” Hephestus stated. “He made it, and I will not tolerate anyone claiming otherwise.”
“Though, there is one way to prove otherwise,” Hephestus said. “All you have to do is reveal to us how your Silver Arms are made. That way, we can confirm whether or not the secrets to creating them was stolen.”
Dian Cecht turned red, and became unable to speak. After a moment, he angrily stormed off, and the red-headed goddess smirked at her victory.
Loki mentally applauded Hephestus’ brilliant maneuver. Dian Cecht’s monopoly over Silver Arm manufacturing was due entirely to nobody outside of his Familia knowing the secrets of their creation. If he wanted to prove that the Goddess of the Forge had stolen said secrets, he’d have to reveal what they were in the first place.
‘And if Hephestus really was telling the truth and there is no connection between Weaver’s new Golden Arm and Dian Cecht’s Silver Arms, then the old man would have just given up his Familia’s biggest secret to a rival for nothing,’ Loki thought to herself with a smirk.
“Thank you,” Miach murmured to Hephestus when Dian Cecht was gone, and the smith just waved her hand dismissively.
“It’s fine, I just didn’t want you or somebody else to claim credit for something me and my own made,” she claimed.
“All the same, you have my gratitude,” the long-haired god said, bowing his head towards her.
The red-headed goddess just hummed in response, but Hephestus couldn’t hide the faint dusting of red on her cheeks. She wasn’t used to genuine thanks like that, and Miach’s sincerity was undeniable.
“Flirt later you two! The show is about to start!” Loki scolded them. They glared at her while blushing and a few gods snickered.
“This is your last chance, Hestia,” Apollo declared as he settled into his gaudy golden throne, glaring at the short stack. “Surrender and you won’t have to watch your Familia get beaten into the dirt!”
Shorty just looked down her nose at the blowhard – and that was quite the feat for somebody so small! – before glancing away and focusing her attention on the glowing screens, utterly ignoring him.
That caused the Sun God to fume, but he did not storm off like Dian Cecht. Instead, he folded his arms and pouted like a child.
“I, Ganesha, officiator of this War Game, declare the event to begin in three… two… ONE! START!” the elephant-masked god shouted, and with that, the battle was on!
Loki grinned and settled in for the show. Even if she knew how it would end, it was still going to be a whole lot of fun to watch!
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For those interested, here are the current stats for the Hestia Familia!
Stat Sheets:
Taylor Hebert “Weaver”
Level 2
POWER – A 888
ENDURANCE – A 844
DEXTERITY – B 777
AGILITY – B 730
MAGIC – SSS 1500
Skill –
Queen of Escalation: Grants dominion over all invertebrates. Gain Excelia through dominated beings. Immunity to foreign mental effects, charms, and illusions. Limit Breaker. (Shard)
God Slayer: wHaT iS A gOd To A nOnBeLieVeR? Consume the Essence of a god and usurp their Arcanum. Surpass all mortal limits. Bestow Shards onto the worthy. (Shard)
Kheiron Excelsior: Boost the rate of growth for all who fall under your aegis. The results of training show sooner. Impart knowledge easier.
Giantslayer: Boost damage done to and Excelia gained from targets larger than oneself.
Spell –
Geas Immulatio: By sacrificing a part of yourself, seal away the corresponding aspect of another being. Costs Mind to maintain.
Incantation: I love you. I hate you. I will kill for you. I will die for you. Let my madness bind the world. Curse of Sacrifice!
Developmental Ability
Hunter H
Bell Cranel “Lucky Rabbit”
Level 2
POWER – SS 1111
ENDURANCE – S 987
DEXTERITY – SSS 1331
AGILITY – SSS 1444
MAGIC – A 888
Skills –
Liaris Freese: Increase the speed of growth so long as the user is in love. Strength of this Skill’s effects are proportional to the strength of the user’s feelings. Limit Breaker.
Argonaut: Allows a charge for an active action. It requires three minutes for a full charge and can either sound like a small chime or a grand bell depending on the power needed. It can be used for any type of attack but the effects will dissipate when the user is attacked or they lose focus.
Jupiter Ascendant: Create clones of lightning based on the user that have power equal to the user’s stats divided by number of clones created. Upon destruction, the clones will explode. Clones obey the creator.
Developmental Ability
Luck H
Ryuu Lion “The Gale”
Level 4
POWER – A 888
ENDURANCE – B 777
DEXTERITY – S 999
AGILITY – S 999
MAGIC – S 999
Developmental Ability
Hunter G
Abnormal Resistance G
Magic Resistance I
Welf Crozzo “Ignis”
Level 2
POWER – G 222
ENDURANCE – G 215
DEXTERITY – I 85
AGILITY – I 85
MAGIC – H 163
Skills –
Crozzo Blood: Proof that the wielder is loved by the Spirits of the world and is descended of the original bearer of the blood of Crozzo.
Veritas Burn: Vastly increases resistance to fire and heat and increases attack power when using fire-based attacks.
Spell –
Will-o-Wisp: Anti-Magic flaming projectile that forces an Ignis Fatuus on targets trying to use magic.
Chant: Burn! Will-o-Wisp!
Developmental Ability
Blacksmith H
Liliruca Arde “Littlefoot”
Level 2
POWER – H 123
ENDURANCE – H 192
DEXTERITY – G 248
AGILITY – H 177
MAGIC – F 366
Skill –
Artel Assist: Compensates for the user’s ability to carry and wear a certain amount of weight.
Command Call: Increases the range of the user’s voice when giving orders. Range based on user’s Level and number of Familia members nearby.
Hobbit Hole: Generate a sub-space pocket capable of containing a set amount of weight and volume. Current limit: 2 tons. Time continues to pass normally for all objects within. Cannot put in living things larger than 1 square centimeter. Costs Mind to open and close the sub-space pocket, but does not cost Mind to maintain.
Spell –
Cinder Ella: Transformative Magic that allows the user to alter their appearance and transform into a different form. Can borrow the senses, traits, and abilities of the transformed target. Cannot exceed the user’s physical dimensions.
Chant: None
Developmental Ability
Abnormal Resistance I
Mikoto Yamato “Absolute Shadow”
Level 2
POWER – G 233
ENDURANCE – G 220
DEXTERITY – F 365
AGILITY – F 388
MAGIC – H 140
Skill
Yatanokurogasu: Enables the user to search for enemies within a set range. Only works on targets the user has encountered before.
Yatanoshirogasu: Enables the user to search for other people within a set range. Only works on those who share a Falna with the user.
Spell
Futsunomitama: Form a cage of Gravity Magic that crushes the target. Backlash causes damage to the user.
Developmental Ability
Abnormal Resistance I
Lucia Ramirez
Level 1
POWER – G 260
ENDURANCE – H 110
DEXTERITY – G 265
AGILITY – F 333
MAGIC – G 275
Skill
Blitz Blink: Teleport short distances. When teleporting, inertia and momentum can be redirected as a burst of kinetic energy centered on the user. Costs Mind to use.
Iris Bennett
Level 1
POWER – F 390
ENDURANCE – F 390
DEXTERITY – H 148
AGILITY – H 153
MAGIC – G 222
Skill –
Bronze Bull: Creates a bronze-colored aura around the body that doubles Power and Endurance for a while and emits heat. Drains stamina and Mind while active.
Emma Flores
Level 1
POWER – H 111
ENDURANCE – I 75
DEXTERITY – H 188
AGILITY – H 150
MAGIC – I 0
Love Silva
Level 1
POWER – H 189
ENDURANCE – H 125
DEXTERITY – I 62
AGILITY – I 60
MAGIC – I 0
Leo Valdez
Level 1
POWER – G 266
ENDURANCE – H 177
DEXTERITY – I 35
AGILITY – I 49
MAGIC – I 0
