SpacesSnips

It was originally a game, made to be as realistic as possible with features to match. But as time passed and the game progressed there was no doubt about it. The game encroached upon reality. Not in the traditional sense, that the same monsters and people we had come to know so intimately started to appear in reality. But blank spaces that swallowed the country... the continent. And any that attempted to even reach a finger within those blank spaces of reality were consumed alongside it. 
I had thought myself average, that I could make some money with this game. Sanctuary. But there was a problem - a boon - whenever I gained a skill, it became max level. There was no exception. So, when the world started to fall apart, and my prowess revealed… They hailed me a hero. Despite the wrongdoings and plundering I had done in the name of wealth and power, they looked to me. To solve their problems and save the world. But could I do it? Demons and beings of absolute power. Such that even my cheat made it only marginally easier. 
I had no choice. It was either I fought and won, or I cowered and let the world be consumed by the cold devouring void. 
And so, I fight; from a beginning filled with greed, to a future filled with the hopes and wishes of mankind. Can I do it?
"Heh~"
Of course I can.

My Skills Are All Max-Level

I felt the heat rise off of my skin in small beads of sweat. Despite the frozen weather there I felt the exhaustion weigh heavily upon my muscles. Celeste lay on the ground too, her forehead was marked by sweat with her own weapons laying by her side.

"Really…" She drawled, exhaustion apparent in her voice, "Did you have to go that hard?"

A smile stretched over my mouth as I stretched my arms in a cross-like pattern above my head.

Our banter reached back and forth. And soon after I found myself leaning at her side, letting her sturdy body sooth my own exhaustion. Celeste didn't mind. In fact she pulled me closer.

Even my head rested on her shoulder, with Celeste's own nuzzling against my hair. The moment was quiet and peaceful. Neither of us saying another word, basking in the warmth of the other. In the afterglow of our spar.

Patch 3.07