ebonymovies Chapter Eight Hundred And Thirty – 830
Chapter Eight Hundred And Thirty – 830
Chapter Eight Hundred And Thirty – 830
Felix made it all off three steps before he smashed straight through a wall.
“Shit.” He pulled his arm free, dropping a shower of dust and splinters onto the feather-strewn floor. “Just slow down.”
The wall collapsed, lath and plaster spreading in small dusty clouds around his feet. A sharp squeak sounded from the room next to him, and Felix blinked as he stared into the eyes of six people in white-green platemail.
“Sorry about that.” Felix stepped carefully, pulling himself back into his own room. “New stats. You know how it is.”
An Orc woman said something, but he was already pulling up his own Status.
Name: Felix Nevarre
Level: 110
Race: Primordial of the Unseen Tide (Superior)*
Omen: Magician
Path: Cardinal Fiend
Born Trait: Keen Mind
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Health: 53535/53535
Stamina: 46822/46822
Mana: 61729/61729
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STR:15744
PER:12885
VIT:10737
END:7806
INT:13305
WIL:23383
AGL:9373
DEX:8002
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BODY - Cardinal Scion (Grandmaster)
Resistances: Lay of the Unfallen (D), Level 140
Combat Skills: Heavy Armor Mastery (C), Level 15; Wild Threnody (E), Level 99
Physical Enhancements: Stride of the King (T), Level 133
MIND - Primarch (Grandmaster)
Mental Enhancements: Deception (C), Level 49; Meditation (U), Level 80; Negotiation (U), Level 50; Deep Mind (E), Level 97; Manifestation of the Coronach (E), Level 80; Quiet Cacophony (E), Level 34; Empyrean Embrace (T), Level 125; Void Sanctuary (D), Level 133
Information Skills: Unseen Beholder (D), 135
SPIRIT - Nightfated (Grandmaster)
Spiritual Enhancements: Manaship Pilot (R), Level 46; Multi-Cast (E), Level 90; Last Cry Of The Chthonic Host (M), Level 5; Exalted Conjunction (T), Level 98; Sovereign of Flesh (T), Level 145; Unite the Lost (T), Level 99; Fiendforge (Un), Level 133
Spells: Abyssal Skein (R), Level 99; Illusory Double (R), Level 55; Shadow Whip (R), Level 74; Arrow of Perdition (L), Level 52; Rain of Cataclysm (L), Level 81; Skein of Fate (L), Level 124; Void Nexus (M), Level 15; Adamant Discord (T), Level 138; Astrum Ascendance (T), Level 125; Magus of the Grand Design (T), Level 131; Sonata of Dominance (T), Level 124
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Unused Stat Points: 165
Harmonic Stats
Resonance (RES): 10520
Intent (INE): 14772
Affinity (AFI): 21913
Resilience (REI): 19153
Fiendforge.
This Skill, unlike the others, was untouched from before. Untempered but uniquely powerful, the Fiendforge rallied across the edges of his Spirit and held them close. A vice designed of Intent and Will, fueled by Mana, Essence, and significance. It steadied himself, stilling the vibrations that had riddled his Spirit since his waking—vibrations that Felix hadn’t even felt until that moment.
Everything went quiet.
Fiendforge is level 134!
Fiendforge is level 135!
Deep Mind is level 98!
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Deep Mind is level 106!
Master Tier!
You Gain:
+100 AFI
+75 ALA
+75 EVA
Meditation is level 82!
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Meditation is level 100!
Master Tier!
You Gain:
+100 WIL
+75 RES
+75 REI
Felix smiled as a few final waves of System energy rolled through him, adding to the pile he’d already settled. It wasn’t so much that it upset his newly established control, but damn if it wasn’t close.
“Hoo boy,” he breathed. “I think I’m good now.”
With a single, smooth motion, Felix stood. The floor didn’t crack and he wasn’t launched straight through the ceiling.
“Success!”
Someone screamed.
He turned, finding a pair of maids standing and staring at him through the hole in the wall. Their faces were bright red, and one covered her mouth in what he assumed was mortified shock. The other one, however, was leering.
Felix covered himself. “Erm...hi.”
He really needed to find his Garment.
Once the shock wore off, the maids were very helpful.
It turned out that his magical outfit had been set upon the nightstand. Someone had stripped it off of him and set it aside to mend. According to the leering maid, it had been a lady with brilliant sea-green hair.
Zara. So my friends put me here to rest. Felix looked back at the hole he’d punched through the wall. But it’s clearly not a secret. How many more mageguards are hiding around here, just waiting to cart me off somewhere?
Felix had no interest in sticking around and finding out.
Leaving the maids the unenviable task of cleaning the two ruined rooms, Felix padded down the hallway. Lights flickered unevenly down its length, as if the Mana feeding them had been halted—as it likely had. Felix had devoured the source in Levantier’s Vent, which had in turn fed the enchantments across the entire city. He imagined a lot of sigiladry was going to fail if it hadn’t already.
He passed ten doors on his way to the stairs. Each of them were closed, and though he worried about it, none of them burst open. Still, Felix flared his Perception, and encountered sophisticated wards woven into each one. The Mana there was fading too, but he’d have to expend a bit of effort to break through them—effort he didn’t care to waste.
The stairs creaked under his tread, but they didn’t snap, no matter how much he seemed to weigh now. It tracked with the wards and the Manalamps; the place wasn’t cheap. Which made Felix wonder all the more why there was so much talking coming from downstairs.
Down two landings, the stairwell opened up into a wide commonroom absolutely filled with people. Humans, Goblins, Elves, Orcs, and many others were pressed shoulder to shoulder at long tables filled with bread and meat. The food was hot and plentiful, but it was clear that it had been hastily prepared for these patrons. Everyone was bruised and dusty, and more than a few had streaks of blood across their faces or hands. A minstrel sang something at the far end, where a wide hearth crackled with a massive fire.
It was lively, almost rowdy, but as Felix came down the last few steps, every single conversation stopped. Everyone, from the dirtiest youth to the aged barkeep, stared at him as if he were an unwelcome pest.
Or a monster.
From the depths of the crowd, robed figures squeezed forward. At least four separate groups, each color coded for Felix’s convenience, and flanked by armored mageguards. It was the brown-robed mages that spoke up first, however.
“Take not another step, false king,” the leader snapped. His robes were covered in slashes of deep brown among the creamy off-white. A Master Tier. “You will come with us, Felix Nevarre, and you will answer our questions, or I shall tear apart the very foundations of this inn.”