Side Chapter - 101 - Moira's Tale
Hot, sweaty, itchy. That's all she could feel. The world kept spinning for her yet at the same time strangely it was calm. To her vision everything was topsy-turvy but to her other senses, it was as it had been.
On her knees blood dripping from a cut to her forehead and down in a trail that rolled off the tip of her nose to drop as a precious jewel on the forest floor, Moira could only heave deep breaths.
In her right hand was a long sword its handle a dulled copper its pommel bearing the sigil of house Arcerzy. A black sparrow with its head pointed up and beak opened in a cry. The last territory she had gone through and razed down. A decision that was biting her in the ass over and over again. The steel of the blade was already caked in red blood. A sign of how long this fight had gone on.
Her hair was scattered turfs of platinum gold here and there intermingling with the already blonde locks.Something she'd noticed quite a while ago. At the moment only a few lines adorned her head. Wrapped snuggly around her was a thin silver female armor. The metal plates barely covered just her chest area as well as the shoulder pads. Chain mail beneath her attire had saved her from testing out her growing durability one too many times.
Yet all this was for naught as at the very moment her body was weak, battered even. Funny though while she felt beaten she looked fine, with just a few cuts and bruises here.
Her problem stemmed from the fact that this enemy of hers had the skill to circumvent all defense somehow rattling her insides more than she could bear.
On her knees breathing deeply upper body leaned on the bloody sword she gazed at the enemy or at least she seemed to be. In reality, her eyes were half here and there, her secondary focus the system page that hovered in her sights the familiar white and gold playing the words for her.
In the long time since she'd last seen that god her screen had changed one too many times. Like the god wasn't sure of its design and kept tweaking it to his liking. She didn't know how true she was. Of course said god wasn't to blame, most things were experimental at that stage for him. While the various arrangements or words at times changed the information remained the same and understandable for her. Though she was usually disgruntled at having to understand it yet again after making sense of an old pattern. Fortunately, the arrangement had stopped finally changing a few months back.
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STATUS
NAME - Moira Duran
RACE - Human
GENDER - Female
LIFE GRADE - Mortal
LEVEL - 10/10
ESSENCE - 52,200/51,200 (A/N: Exp. But preferably Soul essence)
AGE - 18
TITLE - Priestess of Erlezos
CLASS- (Phoenix Queen)
ABILITIES - Heat vision, Super strength, Durability,
DIVINE BLESSING - 1
STRENGTH - 61
AGILITY - 59
DEXTERITY - 39
STAMINA - 40
VITALITY - 60
INTELLIGENCE - 38
MIND - 38
MANA - 50/50
SKILLS - Kaigo dash, Thunderclap, Hazer, Fatal Lock, HellBarrageLv5, Lower poison resistance Lv 3, Heat resistance Lv5, Cold resistanceLv2, Hyperion's Might Lv2, Thorin's Stomp Lv1.
EVOLUTION REQUIREMENTS -
Kill one Evolver life grade alone. (0/1)
Gain extra 1000 essence. (1000/1000) (COMPLETE)
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As a transmigrator or former human Erizos had the thoughts of using stat points or soul essence points to get Moira stronger at a faster speed. Yet along the way he or probably Berus had changed the idea. Using the girl and the collective others down in this world to experiment on some things for his races back in his world.
Of course not like the girl was aware, cause well it would be clear how she'd react once she knew. Either way, she'd found herself having to grow by absorbing soul essence from her slain victims. The soul essence had given many obvious benefits like reshaping her body and mind into a better upgrade of its former self. Of course, the upgrade depended on the type of being killed.
So why she had not gotten extra stat points to use for a rainy or perilous time she still got the benefit of growing stronger with each battle won and each enemy slain.
This had brought to the very moment she was at. With her level at its cap and her essence filled. The last notice had shown on her screen prompting her into this very situation. Getting an extra 1000 soul essence had been easy. Killing an Evolver life grade on the other hand. Not so.
Even with her increased strength and prowess, it was proving difficult just as was obvious at the moment. While she was yet to fully understand what exactly an evolver lifegrade was, doing a fair bit of thinking here and there as well with Carla's thoughts she had figured out a lot. Especially since the term was new to her.
Apparently, she had to kill something with double the soul essence that she currently had. While she had no idea where to find such she had fortuitously encountered this situation.
If Erizos was even remotely aware of this he might have shouted how coincidentally fortunate she was. Yet at the moment Moira was far from feeling fortunate or lucky.
The poor girl didn't even know what to do anymore. One had to remember that she had never been a fighter prior to meeting Erizos. Yet she had grown quite a bit in the one month since she last saw the god. At the moment though she could only realize one thing. No matter how she looked at it she was doing no damage with the sword. Even the skills she had managed to learn were all mostly centered around the use of her actual limbs.
If she was dumb she would have ignored how obvious it was that had battle style was seemingly forged around unarmed combat. Yet she was a far cry from what she hoped to be. Mostly due to her reluctance to throw away the safety of a blade. And also due to being a novice in the ways of combat.
Yet when had that ever stopped her? In the last month since she tasted power she was certain of one thing. Weakness was something she would never want to feel again.
Thump.
The sound of the blade hitting the ground registered as her eyes glared up to stare down her enemy. A grin stretched on her dirtied yet stunning face, the blood trickling from her forehead and dripping off her nose doing nothing to conceal both her allure and the danger she posed.
Rising off her knees as slowly and melodramatically as possible creating a last-stand movie scene effect where the hero finally stepped up after taking a thrashing. Yet at that very moment, a crash could be heard, and then a yell. The sound of something snapping and a twang. Not liking any of those noises she moved and the ground beneath her exploded.
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THORIN'S STOMP-ACTIVATED
Forcing strength into one or both feet create a force that spreads out to generate a jump and attack effect.
Cooldown - 5 minutes. (Let your legs rest little one. Such a stomp could pulverize a normal person to nothing).
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The force of the skill not only had her flying ahead at a breakneck speed but also created a dust and little shockwave behind that flung rocks and stones about. In a blink, she was before her enemy left hand grabbing an annoyance out of the air while her right hand already formed into a fist and rammed straight into the center of the thing's face.
"What the hell" A male voice sounded. The shock in the statement clear as day.