(Grind Arc 4)
System, divide and allocate all stat points and place them into all my stats.
Done!
The zombies all ran towards me, crying and screaming as I darted through them, my hands touching any part of them, their convoluted memories garnering no more than a wince from me now. When the ashes settled, I stood upon a hill, the cliche dark tower looming over me, hundreds of thousands of camps and fires littered around it. The camps were protected by pikes, a frozen sheen on them as I made my way towards them. They reeked of curses, all to cause pain everywhere and amplify your vocals so you can scream louder. I guess it was so that the army can look and laugh before they carry you off to their master, so they can watch you be stabbed and turned into a mindless monster.
I inhaled and checked my status.
Name: Damion Hollow (Graecus Torrington)
Race: Demigod (Greek)
Age: 10
Title: Unknown Prodigy (The Young Shocker) (Slayer of Lamia) (Hollow Hero) (Rotten Slayer)
Class: Mage (Warrior)
Level 15 (14.75%)
Currency:
95,950,500 CHAOS JEWELS
0 Dollars
0 Drachmas
1,000 Denarii
HP:23,333/23,333(regen: 5 HP per minute)
MP:1,408/1,408(regen: 15 MP per minute)
CHAKRA-169,500/169,500(regen: 60 CP every 30seconds)
Status:
STR: 88
VIT: 88
ALT: 168
SPD: 108(+150)
STA: 153(+150)
DEX: 88(+150)
END: 108(+150)
AGI: 118(+150)
INT:170(+40 due to Prodigy Title)
CHA: 88(+90)
Magical Resistance:175
Stat points: 0
Good good, I mused as I flexed my fingers through the leather gloves, the warmth Seal a dim blue. Tight brown armour hugged my chest and legs, covered by furs that made me sniffle. My arms were covered by a firm black material, but you wouldn't see it over silver plating.
I pulled a parchment and some charcoal. Licking it a little, I began to draw, slowly, each line connecting with the other, none overlapping as I imbued my magic into the rune and dropped, watching as it floated in the air and got trapped on a pike.
-100MP
Rune: Fire Tornado Activated!
Duration: 5 seconds
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I stepped back, watching as the rune turned from a cool blue to an ominous red. The paper looked as if its centre rose in the air before it exploded violently, The fire tornado swirling hatefully as it burned away the pikes and melted snow. The cool wind surrounded me like a cocoon, and with the help of my ice magic, I kept myself relatively cool. As quickly as it appeared, so too did it disappear, leaving only scorched earth that was gradually covered by the falling snowflakes. I bit my finger, watching as blood flowed and directed it to the desired spots. And I waited, the snow falling much heavier than before.
I only had to wait only a few minutes before I heard the chuffs of the sabre tooths behind me and the growls of the familiar lapdogs of the Winter King.
"A little late," I commented as they circled me, listening to their snarls and whispers. Finally, one spoke. "Silence fool,"
"Aren't you a little far from home little elf?" One questioned, his voice gruff and holding a mocking tilt to it. I looked at him, my hand bringing my mask up to my mouth. One made its way towards me and sniffed. "A boy," The others murmured. "We have no need for another boy in our pack," One snapped, far larger than the rest. I found myself looking at his eye, his singular grey eye and the burn marks surrounding it. Unbidden, a memory surfaced, one of the zombies fought this one to protect his family. It tore out his throat, but not before turning his wife and daughters and killing his sons. Anger seeped into my chest as I watched him, and he tilted his head.
"Kill him. The King needs only to body for more Rotten," He said carelessly and I sighed, garnering their attention.
"You wish to die?" One muttered before they all howled in laughter, attracting more attention. The Sabres have already wandered off, the thought of me being a meal to them gone because of the number of werewolves surrounding me, that amount growing in size. I looked at them all, every one of them at a higher level than me, stronger than me, faster than me. This would have been a problem some years ago but now, with the knowledge gained from the collector, were passing through. They have already ensnared themselves into my trap. I flooded to seal with my chakra.
-1000 CP!
Blood Art: Seal of Saevientes Activated!
Duration: Until you leave the seal.
They felt nothing at first, but slowly they began to whimper, their ears drooping. Then they whined and snarled, their bodies collapsing to the floor as my blood slowly climbed upon them, and consumed their bodies.
+300 MP
+4,000 MP
+6,000 MP
The seal itself was very intriguing, if morbid. The Seal of Saevientes was a seal designed to kill anyone who was not family, or, not of the same blood in a certain area. It was a permanent seal, made of the maker's blood, which was used to then scan the other people's blood standing in the seal's area. If you were family, you were spared but if you weren't, the caster's blood will eat you alive. The most dangerous part of the seal was that the more it consumes, the stronger it gets. It doesn't take any more magic or chakra to feed it, it'll send the mana to the caster.
It was a rather morbid seal to use and watch in action, but its effectiveness in battle was unparalleled by any other seal. I was surrounded by bones and panicking werewolves minutes later, the hounds knowing not to enter the seal after one of their brethren's tried it and was consumed instantly.
I raised my hands to the sky, and thunder rumbled, lightning bolts arcing from the sky and touching my palms. The hounds snarled and paced in front of the seal, smart enough to be wary, but smart enough to know that to pass the line was certain death. I brought my hands together, lightning dancing on my skin as I made the signs before I raised my hand.
-12,000MP
-50 CP
Sharingan Activated!
"Iram glacies et fulgur: Electrified adstricta," I chanted as I brought my arm down. The sky screamed as thousands upon thousands of icicles descended to the sky, the familiar tint of arcing lighting circling it as they pierced into the panicking skin of werewolves, their furs standing on end as I darted past them right into the camps, the Spear of Achilles in hand as I made my way to the castle.
Bodies slammed into the ground left and right, skewed by icicles. Some icicles missed a person, but exploded in contact with the earth, skewing much more. The fires were out, and tents lay haphazardly on the floor, pieces of ice on them. I tried not to pay attention to blood staining the snow. Tried to keep the thoughts of doubt. Heroes were supposed to save people and I was but…
I did not feel like a hero.
It watched as she trained, black fire in her palms as she batted away skeletons with swords, her hand smashing into them with ten times the force of any nine-year-old should be able to muster. She was doing this for a while now, batting them aside, breaking their forearms and shattering their craniums. She grabbed one by the neck, holding the skeleton's sword in her stomach and pulled, the remnants of its head and neck in her palms before she tossed it away. The body collapsed to the floor, and she brought her palms up.
It felt the buildup of energy and was disappointed but not surprised when she slammed her palm down, a flood of chaotic energy exploded outwards intending to burn the skeletons to ashes. It slammed the butt of its scythe, and the wave condensed before it seeped into a skeleton.
"Deal with this," It said as it pointed to the skeleton as its brethren's bones covered it, its head engulfed in black flames as it roared, hoisting a leg up in the air as it ambled towards her. A blast of magic exploded outwards from her. Fire magic to burn it, black magic to burn it, green magic to summon a pile of vines to buy her time, dark magic to burn it, all so dangerous but so readable. The very concept of chaos is for them not to know what will happen next. With a glance, it saw the magic intention. He was training her for five years now, and she still can't hide her magic. It was a bit insulted but placated itself with the idea that it was doing this for millennia. She couldn't fool it. It grated on its nerves.
She slammed into the floor and flipped backwards, the leg swishing after her as she flew backwards, her wind magic carrying her a safe distance before she brought her palms outward, dark magic erupting from her and falling to the ground. It wondered why it agreed to teach her something like wind magic. Know it realized how useful it could be in certain situations. The skeleton flung the leg at her and slammed into her chest. She collapsed to the floor and landed similarly to lady Trivia's ferret when it tossed it over a cliff.
She launched herself at the skeleton and slammed her fist into its mandibles, which shattered on impact. A kick to the skull had the skeleton shifting its posture and delivering a brutal punch to her face. Her face caved on impact, and It tensed as her bloodied face collapsed to the toe floor, her body writhing as groans came from her mouth. It watched impassively as the skeleton raised its leg and brought it down, its student's head squashed like a grape. Its hold on its scythe tightened as it stared at her body, and the skeleton, and it raised its scythe to strike it down before the dark magic puddle surged.
It spat out its apprentice, and she touched the skeleton on the back. The bones collapsed, and it nodded, its grip on the scythe relaxing. "Well done," It said, its tone saying that it was quite pleased. "You have learnt, and you have shown me such," It said as it raised its hand, a small circle appearing before it broaden to fit her.
It was a portal back to where it found her, the old shack was now broken down. "You are free to go if you wish," It said and was not surprised when she stepped towards the portal. They all learn. They all leave. Such is its life. She turned to it, her eyes dark but holding little white jewels, like the night when you look at the stars. "Will I see you again?" It made to shake its head, it paused, its mistress' voice a dull echo. Nothing is ever certain with chaos."Perhaps," It murmured as it touched her head, marvelling at how soft her hair was. Her hand grabbed its own as she looked up into its hood. "May I see your face? May I know your name?"
"I have many faces," It said as it pulled its hood away from its head, a small touch of satisfaction in its chest as she watched him confusedly, his face changing every second. "And my name has been lost to time," She nodded, disappointment etched across her face as she stepped back, closer to the portal. "I'll remember you!" She shouted as she exited the portal, and it felt a tint of melancholy as it closed behind her.
It snapped its fingers, and the dark, gloomy world was replaced with a world filled with flowers, and a hill with a tree upon it. Its hands touched a flower and watched as its white petals turned starry black which reminded it of her eyes.
"A flower for the child of Chaos," It murmured as it caressed it. "A flower for another one of my students,"
She ran through the forest on the trees, every step she took on a branch, turning black, her shadow was not of a human, but a snake slithering through the forest before it coiled and stopped with its master. She looked at the river below the hill, two Roman soldiers standing there, unaware of her, and recognised one, and his tools.
His face was curled up into a snarl, and surprisingly his hair was unkept and brown but she could remember her father's sword anywhere. She flared her magic and watched the area be covered in darkness. She smiled as he looked around, and feeling a little …malicious, dived into a shadow, and burst from the river like a shark catching a seal. She landed gracefully and smiled at her paling brother.
"Hello Alabaster," She greeted, and felt somehow, a little giddy. She waved her hand. Alabaster flew backwards, body aflame and his counterpart made towards her. She snorted, and grabbed his spear, feeling the concept and twisting it. He screamed as his spear turned into a snake, who hissed and bit into his neck.
She laughed as she walked into the tunnel, the screams of the roman soldier music to her ears. She was met with a platoon of soldiers, spears pointed towards her and shields protecting them.
She clapped and revelled in their screams as they flew away from her.
A/N
So, yeah, Diana's back. This might be the last time we the Romans because I have no intention of writing them until I complete PJO canon. In case you guys haven't noticed by now, Diana isn't going to be nice from here on out.
Review answers
Does this mean there will be no Roman Emperor Illuminati? As Caesar is elsewhere?
No, it does not. It's a separate world, a separate reality. Roman Emperor Illuminati will still happen.
Anyways,
Stay safe,
TTW78