His heart jumped. had finally ranked up! The bard had been trying for a long ti, but it obviously took pushing himself to the limit more than once to finally get past that hurdle. Seth swiped away the tears of blood running down his cheeks with a tissue.
The Mirror of Dawn had put up more resistance than he expected. Even with his scorpion armor improving the might of his songs by several tis, defeating a creature past lv.100 ca at a price if he didn't use a powerful advantage like attacking the soul.
His fight with the Ethnarchs, who were clearly past that threshold, too, was a lot easier since he had not cared for the experience he could gain. Thinking about it like that, Seth booked it as a sign of his growth, that he was able to overco creatures like this on his own, without becoming desperate.
~Pff, I could have squashed that weird bird in a hot minute.~ Puffles the Mighty boasted from inside his pet space.
~Yeah, yeah, sure you would have.~
~ I'm just being honest!~
~I didn't disagree.~ Seth answered with a smirk as he stepped toward the mangled Mirror of Dawn.
It was not dead yet. The blacksmith found it would be a sha to just kill it, even if it offered a huge amount of experience. Seth liked personal strength, but his goal wasn't to beco the strongest in the world.
Crouching down beside the wheezing angelic being, Seth had to admit that it was a work of art. Its porcelain-like marple skin was a tough outer shell, protecting biochanical insides. He touched her cold cheek, wiping away so of the blood with his thumb. Cold and tough to attacks, but still soft to the touch, it was very intriguing.
"Kill already." she wheezed. She was barely holding on with a health bar of 15/1000 health.
"Alright, but don't worry. It won't be the end."
Seth answered her as he changed one of his Trignis Gloves for the Wraithguard. Her eyes widened in terror as he directly grasped for her soul. The soul struggled against the extraction, even stronger than it was the case for the 24th Ethnarch. It was tinged in a divine aura that tried to resist his .
The blacksmith felt his leftover ntal power draining quickly. He had spent quite a bit during his musical performance and had not expected for her soul to be able to resist in her current state. She left him no choice.
With his Wraithguard buried in her chest, grasping at her soul, he bend over to whisper in her ears. It was a gamble on whether it would work or not.
"We're no strangers to love~ You know the rules and so do I. A full commitnt's what I'm thinking of ~ One you wouldn't get from any other guy..."
Her body started spasming as the resistance of her soul slowly weakened and Seth forcefully extracted it from the body of the boss just in ti before his ntal power ran out. Gasping for air, he fell back on his butt, with the soul entering his soul space.
It was worth it! He had not gotten the experience for the boss, but two of the skill that had been stagnating for a long ti had unexpectedly leveled up in one go. All in the pursuit of sothing completely different.
"Arise," he said softly as he pushed the soul back into her chest.
Using he attempted to revive the boss that was over level 100 as his fourth of five subordinates.
There was a notification the mont the wound across her body started healing at a rapid speed. Seth was surprised when he heard that his divine skill had a limit to its wondrous powers, but he was more occupied with the hint he had gained.
The Mirror of Dawn whose level he was unable to see even with
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