EgoPlex

"Gordon! Why are you late? The awakening ceremony is right now!"
Jessica said urgently when she saw Gordon come through the doors of the awakening center.
Shrugging Gordon didn't say anything. The last thing in the world that he wanted to do was tell this beautiful girl that he had been tripped and beaten on the way to school today. 
It was times like this that he wished that he bruised more easily. Then maybe he could get some attention. But this thought was fleeting in his mind. Gordon actually preferred to deal with his problems in his own way. 
And awakening to become a beast tamer and maybe even have his own talent would be the first step. Once he had a powerful beast the bullies wouldn't dare pick on him. 
"Come on, let's get in line."
Jessica whispered to Gordon when she realized that he wasn't going to tell her what had happened.
Together they went to the back of the arena type auditorium to wait for their turn to awaken.
They had been friends since childhood and had been there for each other through thick and thin. Jessica had been the only friend that stuck with him despite all of his quirks.
Slowly the line inched forward. Occasionally some people in their class would cheer if in addition to becoming a beast master a student also awakened a talent.

Lichen Tree Beast Tamer

Even at the platinum level the [Helping Hand]s were so weak they couldn't stand up against prolonged soul sapping attacks. In fact Gordon didn't know if the clam really did have a soul attack or if the difference in power between the soul of clam and the [Helping Hand]s was extreme enough that the poor Skill Tombs just couldn't do anything but shrink and wither.

It must have been okay with the previous kills, because the [Helping Hand]s didn't have to remain continuously within the mouth of the clam. Just kill it and move on. But this time they were purposely staying longer to keep the clam from regenerating.

Knowing that any time he spent equivocating between choices was time that the [Helping Hand]s would continue to die, Gordon immediately strode up to the clam. For all intents and purposes this clam was unconscious. Perhaps it was more than unconscious, it might even be half dead or dying even at this moment. Time was of the essence.

Artillery