[Vampire's 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
Just like most of the chronicles he possessed, its description was as mysterious as ever, still, he couldn't ignore it, it was the first chronicle he got after he lost the black sword and lamenting edge in his fight with the guardian.
The enchantments were clear a bit, he understood the first one but it was hard to fully understand the second. He wasn't excited entirely because it was awakened but because of the type.
According to what was in its description, it was a growth type, which meant it could either increase in rank or tier.
Night was lost in thought, before he snapped back to reality and then decided to process the corpses.
He wanted to test the cleaver first.
[Vampire Cleaver]
Orbs of light hovered in the air, and in the next moment it reddened as if tainted by blood, the moment the light dispersed it revealed a deadly adorned dagger, its blade was as red as blood, still, he could feel how sharp it was, it was beautifully adorned far more than the forgotten king's blade.
Night felt hilt and it fit perfectly under his grasp.
Night stabbed the hound's corpse and in the next moment, it was visible how the blood seeped into its blade.
Even its fur began to loss its redness, leaving it nearly pristine white.
Night crafted a knife, as soon as he was sure the corpse was completely drained of blood, he slit the skin opened, making sure to cut of its fur, he cut up all its flesh into belt straps and cleanly removed the bones.
He wrapped up the flesh, and also collected its soul core, he took other things which he thought would be useful someday. That included bones, its teeth, and claws.
As soon as he finished the remaining corpses, he felt unsure on what to do.
Looking down the tunnel, it felt endless, even if he wanted to, he could never reach its in a day or weeks.
Would it be best to return or continue forward. Night tried to think for the best way, when the situation suddenly became dire. Multiple hounds were heading for him.
Then he made a decision, aen swirled within him and shadow around him.
The ground came alive as it shout up, forming a walling keeping the two sides apart. In the end, he chose to return.
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When night returned to the base, it was already hours past mid-day, yet there wasn't even a trace of the sun. The snow fall only became stronger, even getting back was hard due to it.
Night's main focus now was to create a fireplace, he wasn't cold because to the shroud, but it was best to have something to warm up the place.
On his way back, he gathered things like wood from ruins and rubble.
He barely had a bit more chances to use aen before he reached his limit, so it was best to work fast before the cold grew even more terrifying.
Placing the rubble in the angle which fit best, he made sure to check his limit carefully before activating any traits.
When he did, he acted quick, the stone dissolved instantly, then with a bit of work, he was able to complete.
He was a bit satisfied, but that couldn't erase the feeling that enveloped him the next moment.
Blood dropped out from his nose, his mind felt heavier, he felt immensely uncomfortable.
He reached the limit, and might have crossed it, the pain he was feeling was a consequence.
Ignoring the feeling was hard, but it was the only thing he could do.
He tried to bury the feeling by doing more work, washing and soaking the straps of meat in ready made bowls, he went on to roasting a batch and leaving the rest in the snow.
Now that there was no trace of sunlight, it was the only thing he could do to preserve it.
When he finished, he was about to recover a bit from the recoil, but he still needed to keep his mind busy, so he summoned the journal.
A weird scent filled the room as the meat roasted, it only made his stomach churn, and lose his appetite, but in this world , that was not a choice .
Night flipped past the pages, he had plenty info in there.
It was hard to find anything even with the search enchantment, since he wasn't looking for anything particular, but still he made sure to read, until....
He stopped upon something interesting, it wasn't anything new but something he hadn't really given attention to.
"Attribute manifestation "
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Attributes, just like they are, were elements but a bit different than that.
Attributes went just limited to elements in the world, but more of the attributes of the individual themselves.
Most were elements and in rare cases were other things.
Although he wasn't really sure about the second, he still had two attributes.
Shadow and light
They appeared on his runes only after he got the light attribute, which made him question it.
He wanted to experiment immediately, but just the thought of it, made him feel even worse, because, unlike traits.
It was impossible to activate a manifest without aen or mana.
In places like the real world, the amount of man a required was enough to cripple an awakened.
But in the Scape it really only required aen. Still it was in a even greater amount than mana.
Night thought much, till he couldn't again. Right then, the loneliness he had been ignoring hit him completely.
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Night ate and slept without much thought.
And by dawn, he recovered a bit and was able to use aen again. He felt a big reluctance to but there was nothing he could do.
Night stared outside.
Although the storm had stopped, it was still snowing, he made the fabric of the shroud even thicker, before leaving for the underworld once more.
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Night stepped down the stairs, with a dull expression. He felt hollow again, but unlike before, his emotions felt meaningless.
As he got to the wall he made, he summoned the cleaver along with the forgotten king's blade.
As the wall crumbled, he could feel them, hounds rushing at him.
He could take care of them now he knew a pattern, but he couldn't help but try to use it.
"A manifest"
Focusing on the attributes , he chose one which he had been relying on from the beginning.
Shadow Attribute.
No matter what he did, it didn't activate.
Slowly, the hounds drew closer, he was tempted to give up. But he tried again.
The moment he thought it worked, and when he could already see the figures of the hounds.
The hex said;
[You do not possess affinity to this attribute]