Na: Atticus Ravenstein
Race: Kin of Solvath
Age: 20
World Anchor: Eldoralth
World Rank: Minor (7)
Will Type: True Will
Will Na: The Burning
Lineage Core: Primordial Elental Bloodline Solvath Fragnt
Attributes:
Physical Aspect (30 >> 60%): Low Baron Rank
Intellectual Aspect (80 >> 85%): Higher Baron Rank
Will Authority (70 >> 74%): Mid Baron Rank
Presence (60 >> 70%): Mid Baron Rank
Katana Art:
Transcendent Slash Godspeed Grace (10 >> 70%)
Endless Strike (5 >> 30%)
Vorpal Nova (7 >> 50%)
Sundering Storm (2 >> 40%)
Elental Integration:
Level 5:
• ??? (Fire, Air, Water, Earth): Will Attunent: 2 >> 40%
• ??? (Light, Space, Spirit): Will Attunent: 2 >> 31%
• ??? (Darkness, Lightning, Ice): Will Attunent: 2 >> 37%
Level 4:
09:41
Level 4:
Level 3:
• Blood Elent → 51%
Level 2:
• None
Level 1:
• None
Locked Bloodlines:
• Nature Elent - 70%
(World Abilities)
'I'm improving.'
Months ago, Atticus began his search on finding a way to improve his newly found powers. As it turned out, it had been straightforward.
Solvath's will had influenced him and changed his power, and it was the sa thing that improved it. All he had to do was use his abilities in tandem with Solvath's power and he gradually improved.
'The attunents…'
Though they weren't at a hundred percent yet, Atticus could already feel the changes.
''My mana control is insane. Elents too…'
Atticus stood, shut his eyes, then focused.
"Enhance."
Mana churned through his body, and his strength rose to unimaginable heights. He took a step, then vanished, appearing at the other side of the chamber.
Atticus repeated this for a few monts, smiling widely.
'It really is different.'
Before, to enhance his body, Atticus had to consciously move mana around his body. But now, with his mana fusing with his will, the whole process had changed, simplified in fact.
His mana had gained life. It was his will and obeyed intent. Now, to enhance his body all he had to do was instruct.
'It's amazing.'
Atticus stretched out his palm. "Ball."
A ball ford.
"Shoot."
It ripped forward.
"Explode."
It detonated in a blast that shook the chamber.
As the dust settled, Atticus found himself smiling. Then he turned to other aspects of his power.
'My physical aspect… with my mana and will fusing, it's becoming stronger. My intelligence, authority, and presence too.'
Atticus moved to his katana arts.
'They're different.'
Of everything, Atticus had found that his blade arts were reacting differently.
'They evolved.'
While he gained power from the other aspects, the katana art had gone a level higher. The attunent affected sothing different, the katana art itself.
He grabbed his katana and felt it tremble in his grip. Atticus let out a breath, then drew. A crescent slash materialized, screaming toward the wall.
"Crush."
It smashed the wall like a truck, cratering it. With a thought, Atticus allowed the slash to disperse and stared at his work.
'Interesting.'
Rather than a single slash, it appeared as though sothing blunt had impacted the wall.
'Just like mana.'
He could change the concept of his blade art with a thought since the mana listened to his will and intent. The third art was a singular crescent slash ant to cut through anything, but he could turn it into blunt force if he wanted. Sa with the other arts.
Next, Atticus moved to his elents.
'They're the sa.'
Like the others, they responded to his intent. Simply willing fire to ignite made it ignite. Sa with the other elents, even their combinations.
'It's like they've all co to life.'
Atticus was exhilarated. Though the fact that this was all due to Solvath's influence sickened him, the prospect of such power overwheld him with glee.
'I have to maximize the attunent before the Verge Gas.'
Less than six months remained, but he was resolved.
As Atticus began training, he had a sudden thought.
'Yotad.'
He hadn't forgotten his Raven Guard who died for his mother.
'Thank you.' He clenched his fist then released.
'I'll resurrect you when I reach the peak.'
With that promise, he started training dutifully, and ti blurred by.
…
"It's a day away."
"I know."
"He'll be out today."
"I KNOW, Jenera!"
Oberon's voice cracked like soone whose spirit had been stretched too thin.
His wife raised an eyebrow.
"You're tense, Obi."
"Tense? Who's tense? I'm— I'm perfectly calm!"
A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. Another followed. Then another.
Jenera flicked his forehead lightly.
"You're trembling."
"I'm not trembling."
He was absolutely trembling.
She sighed softly and adjusted his collar like a mother dressing a panicking child.
"You've been preparing for this for months. We all have. There's nothing to fear."
"…Isn't there?"
"I'll tell you the sa thing Zenon advised years back. Think about him, and think about him losing. Can you imagine it?"
Oberon opened his mouth then closed it.. He tried, but couldn't imagine it. Only cosmic laughter and the image of the universe itself filing a complaint.
"I… I can't."
Jenera smiled triumphantly. "See? Impossible."
"I… I guess…"
"We've overco everything thrown at us. We'll overco the Ascension Gas too."
He exhaled and nodded reluctantly. "Right. Right. Yes. Of course. We will."
She leaned in seductively, brushing her lips near his ear.
"Now stop thinking and co here…"
Oberon froze.
"Jenera—?"
She pulled him down onto the chair, straddling him gracefully.
A kiss landed on his lips and his hands instinctively gripped the seat.
"H-Honey… wait, let —"
"I'll make you feel good before the stress destroys your brain."
"That's… surprisingly reasonable—"
"Ahem."
They both froze. There was only one person who could sneak up on them like that. As they turned, Oberon's soul left his body.
"Supre ruler!" He launched himself to his feet so fast the chair shot backwards. He tried to bow but nearly bowed into the floor.
"Sorry for the interruption. You were clearly… busy."
Oberon took a large step from Jenera then cleared his throat.
"Y-you weren't supposed to— I an— we were just about to discuss important matters."
"Very important, I imagine."
Atticus shook his head then turned to Jenera, who was subtly glaring at him, clearly for interrupting them. He mouthed a sorry, then shrugged helplessly. Would they rather he watch them? He shuddered.
"Haha." Oberon forced a laugh and fixed his eyes on Atticus. "Happy to see you've returned from seclusion, Supre Ruler!"
"Thank you."
'He's different.' Oberon gulped. Atticus felt… different. Like his presence was fundantal. He didn't disturb the world, the world bent around him instead.
"The Ascension Ga is tomorrow."
"Yes, Supre Ruler! I am aware, very aware, extrely aware— painfully aware—"
Jenera elbowed him.
"...We are prepared," he corrected, coughing.
"Are you ready?"
Oberon swallowed but nodded resolutely.
"Yes."
"Good. Now give a rundown of everything."
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