" How was a gate in the scape"
Night thought for a while before a small smile appeared on his face. He had no control over what was going on, but it was necessarily a bad thing.
Gates, just like how most appeared always connected the Scape to the real world.
But the question Is, does the gate get created the moment it's connected or does it already exist before hand.
That's where the concept of a gate way comes in, the only true way to leave the Scape was through a gateway. But, the longer a gateway exist or the moment it grows far beyond normal.
It opens.
Leading to the real world, but also bringing horrors along with it.
The main reason he was suprised it was a gate was, gate ways aren't the same as gates.
Gates only appeared in the real world not the Scape.
It didn't really matter, because, either if it was a gate of even a gate way, it meant there was still a chance.
There were ways to pass through the gateway to reality without connecting the worlds.
To kill the guardian of the gate.
It would be tough but not impossible.
Which meant, he could finally leave this hell.
Night walked down the stairs before stopping abruptly.
His smile faded off. He gripped his chest.
"What.... going on with me"
The next moment, runes appeared again.
[Synchronization rate- 11%]
Night stopped thinking and walke down, faster than before. The moment he saw the base of the gate, he summoned the shroud and cleaver.
The moment he set foot there, lights bloomed everywhere as torches lit up everywhere.
Night activated two traits.
[Shadow kin]
[Shadowless]
Every shadow surged into him, his range bloomed everywhere. Instead of using the shadows to fight, he poured it all into his range.
The next moment, he felt several tiny insects, mostly spiders all around the walls of the gate..
Webs shot at him. Night dodged most of them, but, he felt frightened when he saw the damage the webs caused.
Night stopped moving a fear engulfed him just for a second, one huge spider was charging straight at him.
Night did not realise it when a determined smile formed on his face.
He lunged forward, he tried to cut some of the webs in his way, but the moment he slashed it, he felt the force vibrate back into his body, so he chose to avoid them. .
Using aen, he manipulated some of the shadows in his range and imbued the walls. ..
The wall came alive, swallowing most of the spiders. The hex echoed;
[You have slain Twilight Demon, obsidian devourer]
[You have slain Twilight Demon,....]
[You have slain Twilight Demon,....]
.
.
.
[Your shadow grows stronger]
[Your flame grows stronger]
He lunged forward and summoned the forgotten king's blade while simultaneously dismissing the cleaver.
The spider's figure was fully in sight, in that moment, I tried to activate the black flame, but I felt a strange but alarming voice echo in my hear.
:‡Do you really want to do that.
Midway, I stopped and focused on another plan, shadowy mist seeped completely into the ground, spikes bigger than before shot up straight around the spider, I lunged.
The forgotten blade was still in half since I stopped the flame, so instead, I focused on slight damage.
Striking for the legs of the spider, I was sure to prepare for any recoil, but, it's movements changed.
It shot out black webs, I blocked most of them, but it was strong enough to pierce through the shroud.
A spike shot up, straight at it's legs, it jumped onto the air, but the walls shifted as several spikes followed.
It shrieked as blood dropped heavily from beneath its hard shell.
I lunged forward using the opportunity wisely, even how the blade was broken, I suddenly felt my form change. It was an unknown foreign but extremely basic swordsmanship. One different from the forgotten art, but similar Sylvia's.
But it lacked all the basics, it was just a crude swordsmanship that was something he would never have learnt.
But, somehow, as night moved, h was able to cut through the joint of the spider.
He didn't feel nauseous but couldn't help but see someone else's memories.
Runes popped up snapping him back to reality.
[Sync Rate- 12%]
[13%]
‡Damn it. Just this once .
Instead of trying to stop the synchronisation, he focused on that foreign feeling.
He moved a bit faster, and summoned the cleaver.
He did not grab it, but instead shot it into the broken parts of it's shell as it came into existence.
It's shrieks grew louder, and louder. It attacked him faster and stronger than before.
Night moved and dodged, while simultaneously using shadow manipulation.
Soon, it's movements slowed, it's attacks weakened.
And just before it gave up completely, night swung the broken blade at its head.
The hex echoed;
[You have slain Twilight Devil, Obsidian Ravager]
[Absorbing Residual energy]
[Your flame grows darker]
[Your shadow grows stronger]
[You have received a chronicle]
Night felt a bit fatigued, his body hurt badly and a thin line of blood dripped out of his ear and nose.
Night reached into the wound of the spider and pulled out the cleaver, it wasn't drenched in even a drop of blood.
It was scary how much it could drink.
That made him realize and ask himself,
‡Where was all that blood going to.
«Rune»
CHRONICLES:
[Shadow Key], [Forgotten King's Blade],[Everbloom],[Dark Shroud], [Librarian's Lost Journal],[Vampire Cleaver],[Obsidian Thread]
[Vampire Cleaver]- A blade forged from a blood drinking ore, in the world drenched in crimson. It retained its blood red appearance even after refinement and even its devouring nature, but, it was the only thing that could free the???, because of the???.
Enchantments: [Blood Drain], [Blood Fruit]
[Blood Drain]- Drains the blood of whatever it cuts, the more it drinks, the redder its blade becomes.
[Blood Fruit]- Blood devoured bears a fruit in return, the nature of the fruit depend on the blood consumed.
Rank- Awakened
Tier- I
Type- Growth
He understood fairly what its description meant..
First thing it hinted at was mostly likely another region of this place. Since, there was nothing like the world it described in this region, and since the regions varied like different worlds entirely, it made sense.
Secondly, it seems like the capacity of blood drain was endless. But, what he wants shard to comprehend was the second enchantment, no matter how much he activated it never worked, so it felt useless.
Looking at that red blade, he felt more fear of it than happiness.
Moving on to the next objective, night checked the description of the obsidian thread.
[Obsidian Thread]-
Enchantment- [Sharp edge]
Rank- Awakened
Tier- IV
Type- Consumable
‡ I really didn't expect much from this place, but even this was going to far.
So, what should I do.
Night thought long, until he summoned it .
There were no sparks no orbs of light like usual summonings, but only a wisp of smoke in sight.
Runes popped up, immediately.
[Do you wish to consume]
‡ Is that really a question
The next moment it seeped into the shroud. I could barely understand what was happening until the hex echoed.
[ Your chronicle [Obsidian Thread] is reacting with Dark Shroud]
Then I could barely see as the threads of the shroud strengthened, and then become sharper.
[Dark shroud as been strengthened greatly]
[It's rank as been greatly affected]
[A condition as been met]
[You have obtained bound "sole"trait- [Puppeteering Fingers]