The three rivals stopped at the top of a tree on the edge of a cliff. This landmark overlooked a valley teeming with monsters. The only ti Priam had seen so many beings united in fury was during a protest. The French sure knew how to go on a strike.
“According to the coordinates Laepa and Vysharratjekto gave , the tribes’ camp is less than twenty kiloters away,” Priam said.
“I don’t even know how you can pronounce his na,” sighed Jasmine. “What a mouthful.”
“Dexterity,” grinned Priam.
“Mmh. Are we going to destroy these corrupted creatures?”
“I don't think that's the best use of our ti,” Kazuki replied.
Priam nodded. “It's paradoxical, but the more ti we have, the better we must use it.”
Back in Ti was a compromise between surviving his Tribulations and saving his loved ones. Deep down, the Champion knew he could progress incredibly if he used his reward well. To do that, he couldn't waste a single second.
“If the tribes are attacked during our discussions, it’ll be good if we help them,” Kazuki pointed out.
“Then we just pass through... and maybe stir them up a bit.”
The assassin rged with his shadow as Priam leaped into the void. Two wings of fire spread from his back, charged with aether. His skin covered itself in spectral scales as he broke the sound barrier, diving toward the army of the dead.
Less than a second later, a wingbeat adjusted his course, allowing him to skim the heads of the necromantic creatures. Smiling, Priam burst into laughter as the servants of the Necromoon scread and turned towards him. The fiery trail left by his [Phoenix Wings] was particularly visible in the dark sky.
As a clamor rose beneath him, with the corrupted creatures trampling each other to get to him, Priam called upon Pyro. The Concept responded, overloading his wings and expanding their span to that of a troop transport aircraft.
With a thought, Priam disconnected the feathers created by his skill, letting them fall. A new wingbeat propelled him forward as the flaming feathers hit the ground.
A dozen simultaneous explosions ravaged the ranks of the undead army, plunging it into chaos. The flas created by Pyro were hard to extinguish, consuming bone, flesh, fur, and even the air to spread. As the abominations tried to move away, a gust of wind pushed the flas towards them; Kazuki was fanning the fire.
Event:Necromoon.
Banishnt of a corrupted (Tier 0 - common) - Sun point 1
Banishnt of a corrupted (Tier 0 - common) - Sun point 1
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Lvl Up: [Phoenix Wings] lvl 15
TA(Focus) 2
TA(Endurance) 1
A chorus of cawing made Priam look up. Above him, a murder of crows descended. As he prepared to unleash his Domain and kinetic mastery to crush them, the birds passed into the shadow of a cloud and disappeared.
“Leave so points,” Jasmine said.
“Every man for himself,” Priam replied, directing his aether to his phoenix wings. The skill absorbed the energy to create new feathers, allowing the Champion to continue his bombardnt.
Without a Tier 3 to command it, the army was powerless against the alliance of the three rivals.
The first adjective that ca to Priam's mind to describe the Gaesert camp was “lively.” Their group weaved between tents arranged in a logic that eluded him. The first ti Gadrick jumped over a pavilion, Priam thought it was a shortcut. The native corrected him: it was the normal path.
“Watch out!”
A ball flew towards the Tier 3, who stopped it with a chest control and grabbed it. Monts later, two teenagers ca running.
“That’s out of bounds, the point is ours,” declared the first.
“No, Gadrick caught it before it touched the ground, it’s still in play!” exclaid the second, trying to grab the ball tucked under the warrior’s arm.
“Are you kidding ? He wasn’t even playing!”
“Exactly, it’s like a tree stopped it, so it doesn’t count.”
“Did you just compare to a tree?” Gadrick asked. The question was lost as the two boys were too busy shouting to listen.
Sighing, Gadrick shot the ball into the air. With the power of a Tier 3, the ball reached a hundred ters in seconds. “First one to catch it wins.”
He had barely finished speaking when the two teenagers ran off towards the likely point of impact.
“They don’t seem afraid of you,” Priam smiled.
“Why should they be?” Gadrick seed surprised.
“You’re a Tier 3? When Laepa, Vysharratjekto, and Eleha ca, the teens looked like they were walking on eggshells.”
The warrior let out a grunt. “Gabrielle is always like that. As for the other tribes... Eleha is insane and the Snaherts have a strict hierarchy: your Soul Tier, or at least your power, decides your position in the clan. We Gaeserts don’t care about that; we’re one big family.”
Priam nodded, masking a grimace. He admired that mindset, but it was because of it that Eve had chosen the Gaeserts for her attack. For this tribe, it wasn't just a matter of honor; every death was a tragedy.
A few minutes later, they arrived at a rectangle of packed earth the size of a tennis court. Laepa was there with a dozen young people training.
“Broli, move your elbow! You don’t want to cut off his breath, you want to cut off the carotid’s blood flow!”
The nearest teenager grumbled, correcting his position. Monts later, his opponent’s body went limp, and Laepa smiled.
“That was better. Wake up Timmy and switch roles.” She turned to the rivals and smiled. “Hey guys.”
Priam shook his head as he watched the victor slap his unconscious opponent to wake him up. They were no older than sixteen, yet their training was incredibly harsh.
“Hey Laepa. They’re training hard.”
At their age, Priam would never have accepted being strangled every minute.
“It's necessary for their future survival. One works on technique and anatomy, the other on endurance, then they switch. With the tournant approaching, they’re overexcited.”
Dozens of grunts reached them, and Priam broke into a wry smile. “yeah, it's glaringly obvious. I just thought the instructors would be Tier 2s.”
“I co when I have ti. Training the youth is important.”
“And it strengthens your own foundations,” Kazuki added.
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Laepa looked at him before nodding. “True. I didn’t expect to see you here before the tournant.”
Priam grimaced. “There’s a change of plans.”
“Do you have a problem?”
“We have a problem,” Priam corrected. “There’s a Fallen near here. A hostile Tier 4.”
Laepa tensed before exchanging a glance with Gadrick.
“I’ll warn the Chief and the Shaman,” the warrior said before leaping. He reached the top of the protective do in an instant, using it as a springboard to jump towards another part of the camp.
“As if the necro forces weren't problematic enough… Follow , please.”
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