After all this time, even when I couldn't find a way to look forward. I thought....
I had hope.
Even after waking up in this hell...
Even after master died....
It was all for nothing,.. wasn't it.
[You have slain Twilight horror, bloodbound stalker]
[You have slain...]
[You have slain...]
[You have slain bloodsatined parasite]
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The message repeated a couple times, night felt more fazed than ever been before.
He barely knew how he killed the hounds, the only thing that reminded him he was alive as the warm blood on his face. .
He barely listened to the messages.
But even that...turned cold very fast.
A single word kept echoing in his head;
"Affinity"
An attribute was only gained if one had affinity to it, there was no contradictions or any other way.
Nothing could change that fact attributes were bonded with the sense of self.
Yet, even his attribute wasn't clear.
Right then, his head which felt fogged before, became even harder to understand.
Emotions vanished from his eyes.
Everything including....Hope he held so hard unto.
More hounds were coming, yet, he looked unconcerned.
They all lunged at him, but even without a shred of emotion he took care of them.
Still...his body bled heavily.
Everything felt dulled, and then.
He ran forward, his thoughts were chaotic, his mind unsure of what to do...
He felt hollow, more than he ever felt before.
He was about to break down completely until, the sound of something metal falling to the ground snapped him out of it.
Unsure of what to do next, he looked down.
But all that was there was just a single key. The only thing he had left from his master.
He did not realise even when he felt tears drip down his face .
Then he fell to the ground, the bleeding got even worse, and the ground came to life as a wall blocked the path ahead....
Only one question echoed in his mind at that moment, and it was;
"How should I go on"
In the end, he couldn't go forward, he wasn't physically and mentally fit to.
And even after he returned back to his base, he couldn't resist the emptiness as it devoured him whole.
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Days passed, the snow stopped falling but, there was no sign of the sky clearing up.
Everyone in the city were tense. Not just because of the cold, but the dangers it brought with it.
Night on the other hand, felt nothing.
Without knowing he dulled all his emotions, all to stop despair from consuming him.
Without even knowing, he stopped rely on his shadow traits and any other traits he had.
Even then, all he was doing was stalling for time he did not have, because slowly everything was changing again.
The bitter cold grew everyday, more spawns appeared in every dangerous place in the ruined city, and a group of seekers were on the move.
Night was at the ruins near the entrance to the underworld, yet he still wasn't able to go in.
Fear took hold in place of every thing that ever motivated him before, and before he even had the guts to leave, something else found him .
Night felt a change in the flow of aen in the air, and in the next moment, the snow stirred as something took shape out of it.
Before it even appeared fully, it lunged it's fists at him.
Night avoided it, yet somehow, his wounds which refused to heal over the days turned frosty.
Night got as far away as he could.
The spawn's form was complete, and yet night barely understood what it was exactly.
There was mainly snow forming an exterior body and beneath it looked like a living liquid.
Before he could even finish figuring out what that was, it lunged at him again.
Feeling his frosty wounds he barely avoided It..
Night expression did not change once, yet still, he couldn't help but feel fear embracing him tightly.
The cleaver came into existence, night had no means to fight, so he resorted to another plan entirely.
The spawn lunged forward again and this time, he plunged the cleaver into the snowy exterior then , activated a trait along with summoning another chronicle ;
[Ignite]
Night swung the forgotten blade, and made sure to embed the cleaver deeper into its body.
Night activated the blood drain enchantment, and the earth beneath him trembled.
It's fighting pattern changed.
It was far too fast for its size, its blows became unavoidable, and the liquid came alive.
Dripping out of its body, the snow looked alive as well.
Night turned all his efforts into defense, dodging and barely managing to create distance between them.
But still, he was far too slow.
Before he could defend, it's large fist hit straight into his face.
Night's body was lunged into rubbles in the next instant .
Night bled terribly.
The cold enveloped him entirely.
He could not stand.
The snow crept forward and slowly stuck to him. He had no will left to fight any longer, it was useless to.
Slowly, the snow covered him like a caccoon. And right after his face was covered entirely.
It stopped.
The hex echoed in his ear.
[You have slain Twilight wraith, Frostbitten steel ]
[Your flame grows darker]
[Your shadow grows stronger]
Even though it was dead, it was still hard to breathe being covered in so much snow.
Managing with his broken will, and....
With all the he had strength left in his body, he broke free.
He survived, barely.
Night managed to get up, and walked towards the spawn. The snow around it lost form as the cleaver was clearly seen.
That liquid was it's main body.
If a wraith appeared, it meant only one thing.
Spawns were devolving faster than normal.
Night pulled the cleaver out along with the soul cores, and unintentionally.
He felt something in his range.
It's figure was clearly of a human.
Runes appeared before his eyes,.
[Thought infection spreads into your mind]
And in the next moment, night felt his consciousness drift. His mind became heavier.
And before him was nothing other than heaviness.
How....and why did it come to this.
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A small kid with silver hair appeared in a distance. He was ni a dark room.
It looked to real to be a dream.
And too fake to be reality.
It meant only one thing.
It was a memory. Light filled up the room, as a woman's figure appeared in the light.
She stretched out her hand.
And it ended in a flash.
Night found himself back in the ruined city, the cold numbing on his from all directions.
But somehow he felt warm.
Tears dripping from his eyes repeatedly. It wasn't on e of his lost memories but something he hadn't thought of in a long time.
Just as he regained composure, the runes appeared again. Repeating the same thing except he wasn't affected again. A new message popped up.
[Passive trait: Divine light as been activated]
[Infection as been cleared out]
How did this...even before he could try to think of a possible reason for it to have activated...
Someone walked up behind him....
He gripped the dagger tightly before preparing for an attack.
"Relax."
Night turned around the moment he noticed how close the voice was.
Silvery purple hair and dark violet eyes.
It was not really clear, but, he wasn't a fighter.
"Don't be so anxious", he said with a weird smile.
Who are you, and...
"No one important ", he said cutting him off.
What do you want, night said still with a cold face.
"Nothing really, but I think he might have something to say".
"What do you....", night stopped mid way as he felt another person approach, one so familiar to forget.
Midnight blue hair, and vermilion red eyes.
Night turned as he said his name which echoed through the cold sky.
"Ren"