“When we refer to a person’s progress within the system, their accumulation of skills, abilities and levels, we typically use the term strength. This is flawed. Is a healer strong? What about an elder architect or an ancient scholar? Seekers with little strength may still have many skills and abilities.
As such I propose a tripartite terminology. First, strength as a measure of combat power explicitly. Second, utility as a measure of capability outside of combat. And third, versatility as a measure of a powerset’s applicability to a wide range of disciplines. I propose that these three be collectively referred to as advancement, for we all seek to advance within the system.”
From “The Flaws of Modern Systemology” By Simon Relkweist
6th Thoril, Spring, 375th Year, 84th Era, 2nd Age (4 days later)
Joseph stood on platform one of King’s Gate station with Dantor and Maria. All three of them were showing signs of nervousness. Even the ancient fairy was fidgeting in the air. There weren’t many things that could make higher beings nervous, not in the elder belt at least, but meeting a god definitely qualified. The possibility of the curse acting up only made it worse.
12 millennia ago, in the wake of a particularly destructive attack by the blood cult, the high council went very slightly mad. In an attempt to prevent such an attack from ever happening again, they bound a curse into the foundations of the city.
Any witch who spent more than a few hours in Kathresh would begin to slowly waste away, becoming increasingly weak until they died exactly twenty hours after crossing the border. Since breaking the curse required the entire high council to sign legislation repealing the slew of anti-witchcraft laws that had accompanied it, and signing such legislation would place the curse on any signee, it remained in place even after thousands of years.
As Margaret Almarin, the vessel of Mhyrra from Fethaal’s divine embassy, was a mortal contracted to her goddess, rather than a true witch, her presence was just illegal rather than cursed. Not that anyone would actually enforce that law. Unfortunately, no one had ever tested the theory before. If the curse did affect vessels they would truly be out of options because moving Voidling too far would be almost certain to kill him.
As Joseph adjusted his robes for the third time in ten minutes, a train pulling a single passenger car made its way through the station, stopping at their platform. Several moments later, an elderly woman was slowly helped onto the platform by another who could have been the same woman in her early twenties.
“Now that is a rare sight.” the aging vessel said, looking at the welcoming party of two elders and an ancient with an amused expression. “Lord Elder Ashbourne, I assume.” she added, looking at Joseph.
“Yes… well, we thought it best to be present, on the off chance that the curse affected you.” Joseph replied, slightly thrown by how indifferent the woman’s aura felt. Few mortals were truly calm in the presence of an elder, let alone an ancient.
“I wouldn’t worry too much about that. If I were in any danger Lady Mhyrra would have warned me.”
“That is something at least. This is Elder Haelend and Ledal Ancient Dantor.” he said, gesturing to each of his companions in turn. “If you and your daughter would follow us, we will escort you to my tower.”
The two women chuckled at that. “Violet isn’t my daughter, just my successor. You wouldn’t know I suppose, but as vessels we take the appearance of the Fair Lady. It makes the possession more efficient.” Margret explained.
“...I see, my apologies. Regardless, we had best get going.”
The group made small talk as they rode the elevator up the central pillar. Dantor told a story about a time he had saved a village in northern Albion from a rampaging vorshal and Margaret told them about her experiences as a vessel.
She was apparently aware of her surroundings when inhabited by Lady Mhyrra, but had no control over her body. Not a particularly enjoyable experience, but something that many people would put up with to live for a hundred years rather than a normal mortal’s fifty.
Marius met them outside with a flying carpet and, as they flew through the inner city, Maria asked a question that had weighed on Joseph for the last four days. “Do you know what sort of price Lady Mhyrra is likely to ask for?”
“It would depend on how difficult the issue is to resolve. Lord Elder Ashbourne’s letter mentioned a patient in need of saving, but little else. The price could range from a handful of rings to breaking the curse of Kathresh. Though, of course, it will most likely be somewhere between the two. I find it helps to remember that Mhyrra is not only the lady of exchange and contracts, but also of fairness. Whatever price she asks will be no more than is reasonable.”
Unfortunately, the vessel’s answer did little to set Joseph at ease. What price could not be requested for aligning a person from beyond the void with their reality. The comment about the curse was especially concerning. There was a reason that the fae were feared and respected in equal measure.
After that, the rest of the trip passed in tense silence. Eventually, they landed in front of Ashbourne tower, and made their way up to the fifth floor sitting room. The dividing wall had been replaced and the various decorations put back. The room, once again, was too big for the group it contained, though perhaps it was more appropriate than before as it would soon host a goddess.
They sat around one of the small fire pits, with Margaret opposite Joseph, everyone taking a moment to prepare themselves before the servant of Mhyrra spoke.
“I will call upon Lady Mhyrra now. Don’t worry too much, she won’t smite you for looking at her wrong. Although, she has been known to charge extra for rudeness.”
Smiling slightly as she made her last comment, Margaret closed her eyes and sank back into her chair.
Joseph and Maria waited with baited breath, while Dantor’s aura radiated anticipation from his spot atop the back of his chair. After a few moments had passed, Margaret straightened up and looked around. Where before there had been a normal pair of dark red eyes, sat two orbs of parchment, covered in slowly shifting words.
The possessed woman stretched her arms, seemingly no longer affected by the lethargy of old age. Relaxing back into her chair, she spent a moment flexing her fingers in silence, before turning to Violet.
“Send for a healer when you return to Fethaal, Margaret’s arthritis is coming back.” After pausing for a moment, she turned to look at Joseph. “Do you know, it’s been almost 400 years since I last made a deal with an elder? I can’t imagine what illness could be so grave that a true grandmaster of restoration can’t remedy it.”
“Yes… Well.” Joseph coughed uncomfortably, “It is rather… unusual.”
The goddess sighed and gave him an exasperated look. “If it makes you feel any better Elder Ashbourne, I am extremely unlikely to ask that you break the curse of Kathresh. Assuming you somehow persuaded the entire high council to commit suicide, the impact on others would make the deal unfair and I would gain almost no sentiment. On the other hand, if I were to artificially concentrate the curse’s effect onto you alone, I would waste an enormous amount of sentiment doing so and thus, I would gain almost no sentiment. I am far more likely to ask that you push through legislation making it technically legal for some form of divine embassy to be built within the city.”
“Right…” Joseph said, feeling slightly ridiculous. “I suppose I should explain why we need your help.”
“That would be useful, yes.” Mhyrra replied with a wry smile.
Joseph took a moment to compose himself before he began. “Around five and a half years ago, I bought an old, aelthiri notebook at an auction. I originally made the purchase on a whim, but I ended up translating it over the last half a decade. It became something of a hobby. Regardless, after I finished translating it, I decided to perform the ritual within and…”
“Why?” the goddess asked, interrupting him. “Why in the name of sanity, would an elder of Kathresh, a city renowned throughout the world for its distaste for witchcraft, perform any ritual? Let alone one found in a random notebook. And why would no one find their decision strange?”
“I… I never even thought about it.” Joseph said, a frown forming on his face. He could feel confusion in the auras of Dantor, Maria and Marius as well.
“Might I see this notebook?”
At a glance from Joseph, Marius left to fulfil Mhyrra’s request. They spent a tense few minutes in silence as they waited. Looking back, he realised that he didn’t truly have a good reason for performing the ritual. He’d just… done it.
Eventually, Marius returned with the notebook and handed it to the goddess’ vessel. She took her time examining it, flipping through the pages, bringing it close to her eyes, even sniffing the cover a few times. After several minutes of inspection, she gave her verdict. “Well, it’s definitely cursed. I can’t be completely sure with the limited senses of this vessel, but I think it’s a third-tier death curse.”
“A death curse?” Joseph asked, alarmed.
Mhyrra glanced at him for a moment before continuing to inspect the notebook.
“Oh, don’t worry, it’s just a curse fuelled by the death of its creator. Not whatever you were thinking. It seems to create an obsessive need to study the notebook and perform the ritual. And I think…
“Yes, it has a secondary effect that prevents the people around the owner from noticing their unusual behaviour. Not permanent, but quite elaborate. It’s very well done really. And it seems like…”
They watched, bemused, as the third most powerful being in all the realms licked one of the pages. “It’s optimised for vampires. That’s why the effect on you was so mild. We could add breaking the curse to the deal if you’d like. As it stands, you’ll probably perform the ritual again in another few years, and no one will stop you.”
Even with over two thousand tempus, it took Joseph a moment to process what Mhyrra had said. “That seems like it would be a good idea, yes.”
“Why would anyone create a curse like that?” Maria asked.
“Given that even the slightest mistake when setting up the ritual could have ripped a permanent hole in the framework of space, I would say it’s a rather clever form of revenge.” the goddess replied, setting the book down on a small table beside her chair. “This sort of thing is why you need witches. Any 1st tier analysis ritual could have picked that curse up. Now then, please continue your story.”
“Right, where was I?” Joseph said, slightly paler than before. “Ah yes, I performed the ritual from the notebook which, as you now know, was supposed to summon an inanimate object. However, I believe that the ritual defined inanimate as without a soul. I imagine that you can offer some insight there.”
“You’re half right. But it’s not the ritual that defines inanimate that way. It’s the historic consciousness. The equivalence of inanimate and soulless is one of the oldest principles of magic. Literally every ritual concerning inanimate objects uses that definition.” Mhyrra explained, leaning forward slightly.
“Well, in this particular instance, it didn’t work. The ritual summoned a living, sapient being. We managed to keep them alive but, after two seasons of trying, we have run out of ideas to save them. Which is why we have turned to you.”
The goddess went so still as he was speaking that, for a moment, Joseph thought the possession had gone wrong. Then she got up, walked around the firepit to his chair and leaned in until their noses were almost touching.
In a voice so quiet that he could barely hear it she said “I am going to ask you a question, and you will answer honestly. I will know if you lie. Understood?”
“Perfectly, yes.” he replied, more than a little disturbed.
“You have, in your possession, a living, sentient creature from beyond the void, a living void-walker?” she asked in the same barely audible voice.
“Yes.”
At his response, Mhyrra moved away from him and returned to her chair. She sat there, unmoving, for a few moments, staring into space, before speaking again.
“There is not enough sentiment in the whole of Kathresh to pay for the alignment of a void-walker with our reality. Fortunately for them, they have something worth infinitely more than all the sentiment in Kathresh.”
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Getting enhanced aethereoception to level 10 ended up being much easier than Nathan first anticipated. Unfortunately, it wasn’t for a good reason. The people who Fariel said were trying to save him had made three more attempts since the first. The second alone was enough for him to max out his latest ability.
[You have gained a level in Enhanced Aethereoception.]x3
[You have gained the first-tier bonus for Enhanced Aethereoception. Increase your realm to level further.]
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[Enhanced Aethereoception 1st Lvl 10: Your sense of the spiritual plane is improved. You can perceive your own soul, mind and spirit with far greater clarity.]
With the boost he got from the 1st tier bonus, he was able to see the blurry tangle of lines, balls and discs properly. The lines were tubes carrying a strange not quite liquid to the various balls and discs. There the liquid would interact with the walls of passages within the structures, changing in ways Nathan didn’t understand, before moving on to other areas. Presumably carrying information.
He found himself getting lost in just watching his mind work. Over time he found that certain parts of the egg-shaped structure behaved differently depending on whether he was doing maths, using visualisation or learning more of Eternal. Thanks to his multitasking skill, he could look at his mind while doing something else, which let him spot the differences in how it operated.
Some things were obvious like the set of three discs that always span slightly faster when he did calculations or the one disc that all but stopped when he was learning a new word.
Other things though, were more subtle. The majority of the changes were in the exact composition of the liquid flowing through his mind. He didn’t know nearly enough to tell what he was feeling, but he could differentiate between the various sensations.
The harder a task required him to think, the runnier the liquid became, and when he compared picturing a blank piece of paper to picturing one of his mind palaces, it felt almost bitty, like something was floating in it.
During the third and fourth attempts to save him he got a better look at what he assumed were a soul and spirit based on the definitions from the nocturnal guide. Until the pain truly ramped up at least.
The spirit looked vaguely like a body formed from a collection of threads so tightly packed that they were almost solid. Tucked into that network was his soul. Six balls linked by a different kind of thread. The ball connected to his mind sat in the head, which made sense to him. Of the remaining five, three formed a triangle in the chest and the last two were in the hands.
By far the most interesting consequence of his enhanced aethereoception though, was his ability to see the spiritual plane in general. It wasn’t nearly as clear as his mind, but it somehow managed to be even weirder.
His immediate surroundings looked like a strange, washed-out version of a classroom. There were desks around the outside and blackboards on the walls. He couldn’t read what was written on the boards as they were both too blurry and too far away. Although he could just about make out several diagrams which resembled the spirit that had been linked to him.
He could tell that everything from the tables to the air itself was made from the same stuff as ‘his’ spirit. It had a slightly different feel to it, but it was definitely the same basic substance. Nathan’s guess was that the spiritual plane formed an imperfect copy of the physical world. More questions for later.
However, that was merely the first layer of weirdness. It took him a while to notice, but everything (including the air, somehow) was slowly expanding and contracting. Parts of the floor would lift up slightly, several tables were always slightly taller than the rest and the blackboards would bulge, distorting the already illegible writing even further.
Drifting through everything were a variety of small creatures. Some were little balls that reminded him of Pac-man, floating around while hinging open and closed, presumably eating whatever made up the air.
Others looked like butterflies, fluttering around feeding from small patches of liquid that littered the floor. He hadn’t even noticed them until he saw one of the butterfly-like creatures land next to one. They felt like they were made from the stuff that flowed through his mind.
By far the most pervasive creatures though, were the worms. They were everywhere, poking out of the walls, the ceiling and the tables. There were even a few drifting through the air.
He did eventually get back to learning Eternal in earnest, but he always had some of his focus on the spiritual plane. One of the things that held his attention were the people who were always in the room. At least he assumed they were people.
They had spirits and souls, and the same egg-shaped tangle of a mind as him. Though their minds were much smaller and less messy. The most notable thing about them was how dense they felt. Comparing the stuff in the surroundings to them was like comparing pyjamas to a suit of armour.
There were three in particular that were leagues above the rest. Even the weakest of the three was around twice the density of the next one down. The strongest though, was truly insane. They didn’t even seem close to the other two. The difference was so extreme that he couldn’t really tell how big it was, his aethereoception wasn’t good enough.
They definitely weren’t human though. Their spirit looked like a jellyfish with only four tentacles. It was also solid, rather than being made from threads.
Interestingly, he actually managed to feel the auras of the people who come close to him. Without aethereoception he hadn’t really noticed because the aura was always accompanied by a spike of pain. It didn’t happen that often but, even with the small amount of practice that he got, he managed to become good enough to get a vague impression of what a given person was feeling. Usually a mix of tension and sadness. It made sense, finding out that six-ish months of work were for nothing couldn’t have been fun.
Watching the spiritual plane ended up giving him so many questions that his question shack grew to the size of a full palace. He kept its dilapidated design though, mostly because he thought it was funny.
A few days after the fourth attempt, he noticed something weird. Well, weirder. Normally, he couldn’t feel anything outside the room he was in. Some of the stronger people he could sense a bit further out, but not that far.
Suddenly though, he could feel something extremely dense on the other side of one of the walls. It dwarfed anything else that he had detected by such a huge margin that it was almost scary. If looking at the jellyfish person had been like looking into a muddy lake and not knowing how deep it was, this was like looking at a well-lit, bottomless pit. You still couldn’t see the bottom, but you could see it drop off into infinity.
The new thing moved around a bit in what was presumably the next room over, before moving until it stood outside his room. As it entered, the three strongest of the people helping him, as well as one of the weaker ones and someone as weak as himself, entered with it.
Now that it was closer, he could see it more clearly. It didn’t look anything like a person. There was actually a person there, if he squinted his metaphorical eyes, but the source of overwhelming power he could feel was more like a hole in the world leading to something he couldn’t see. Except there was no discernible hole, it almost seemed like an echo. It was the sort of thing that Nathan would have put aside for later if it weren’t coming closer.
It approached until he could directly feel the aura of the person inside the power, which made him wonder why he’d never felt anything from other people. They felt bored, strangely. Bored and slightly uncomfortable. But he didn’t pay much attention to that as the new thing reached out to his mind and did... something.
Hello, it sent. A feeling of greeting more than an actual word.
Hello, he sent back in Nocturnal. Hopefully that language was first because it was the most widely spoken.
You speak Nocturnal. Are you from Kelric? It replied in Nocturnal, which answered that question.
Nope. I was given a textbook by an administrator. I didn’t have a lot to do other than study.
True, it makes sense that Fariel would notice you.
How did you know it was Fariel?
He is the administrator in charge of fixing glitches. He also has a reputation for interfering with mortal affairs. Now then, I believe introductions are in order. I am Mhyrra, goddess of exchange, contracts and fairness.
Nathan Fellwood, god of shit luck. Random question, would you be able to see an image that I was picturing, and can you project an image into my mind, or just words?
Yes to both, but I fail to see how tha… Oh.
The goddess trailed off as Nathan conjured up an appropriate room from one of his mind palaces. It wasn’t massive, but it had a good-sized table in the middle with the Fethaali word for table carved onto it. As he cobbled together a roughly human shaped body, a woman with caramel skin appeared in the middle of the room.
Dressed in a flowing, pale-yellow robe, she looked mostly human. She had unusually prominent cheekbones and a chin that could be used as a weapon. The eyes, though, definitely suggested that she wasn’t human. He’d never seen anyone with eyes made from paper and words. Then again, it would be weirder if he was transported into a new world and it was inhabited by the exact same species of humans as earth.
“This is quite impressive for a mortal.” Mhyrra said, creating a chair and sitting down. “You do realise that it serves little purpose though. I’m seeing this from your perspective as well.”
“You’ll have to forgive me a few eccentricities. An extended period of sensory deprivation and pain will do that.” Nathan replied as his avatar sat down; it was a poor showing compared to Mhyrra’s but using a deity as a standard for comparison seemed foolish.
“Fair enough. How much do you know about your situation?”
“I’ve been pulled into another reality which doesn’t mesh well with rules governing mine. My mind is a mess and can’t fit with a soul, which I apparently need. And even if those problems are fixed, I’ll only have ten years to live because I produce ten times the sentiment that I should.” He replied, summarising what Fariel had told him.
“Everything relevant then, good,” the goddess said, nodding to herself. “Then I can get straight to why I’m here. Do you know anything about the fae?”
“Not a thing.”
“To skip a lot of the details, we are creatures of sentiment. We make trades with other beings to acquire sentiment from them in return for fulfilling requests. And I would like to offer you a deal.”
“What’s the catch? There's always a catch, in stories at least.” Nathan said, who knew, maybe he’d be given life but have to spend it as a slug. Admittedly, that would still be an improvement.
“You don’t even know what the deal is and you are already suspicious. Were I any other fae, your caution might be warranted but I am something of an exception.” Mhyrra said with an amused smile. “As the lady of fairness, every deal I make is more beneficial to me if it is fair. As such, I am always as open and clear as possible.”
“I suppose I have no choice but to take your word for it. So, how does this work?”
“It’s quite simple really,” she said, as a sheet of paper appeared on the table in front of him, the terms of the deal writing themselves onto it. “I will expend several millennia of accumulated sentiment to align you with our reality. In return, you will give me the right to take your sentiment magnifying ability from you after you die, and you will agree to not seek ways of extending your life beyond the ten years you would currently have.”
“I don’t suppose that there’s room for negotiation?” Nathan said looking at the rather grim terms. He’d take it if it was all he could get, but nothing was stopping him from trying to improve them.
“I struggle to imagine that you could offer different terms that I would actually accept, but you are welcome to try.” Mhyrra said, her avatar settling back into its seat.
The room, and Nathan’s avatar faded away as he tried to think of something he could change. He didn’t have anything to offer beyond echoes of the barren cosmos, not anything a goddess would want anyway. Actually, wait… “What’s the technology like in Kelric?” he asked, his avatar popping back into existence.
“Well, it’s not an easy thing to quantify, but a combination of steam engines, witchcraft, sorcery and elemental magic have resolved most needs. There hasn’t been any significant level of poverty for hundreds of thousands of years, though my perspective on such things is rather different from that of a mortal.”
“What about uhh… lightning?” He had only just realised that there was no word for electricity. Though the more he thought about it, the more he realised that he didn’t have much insight to offer regarding technology. He didn’t even know how to make a generator, let alone something that could use the power it produced.
“Lightning manifests when the barriers between planes are damaged or broken, it consumes everything around it, expanding and growing until the wound in space heals. What use could it have as anything but a weapon?” the goddess responded, seeming genuinely confused.
So that was a bust. What else could he offer? He could remember a good banana bread recipe, but somehow he imagined that wouldn’t be enough.
Ok… If he couldn’t offer something in place of the ability, could he at least give himself a chance?
The more he thought about it the more certain he was that he had no way out. Eventually he started randomly skimming through the stranger words he had learned from Fariel’s guides. Just as he was starting to get desperate, he finally hit upon a decent idea.
“How difficult is it to become ageless?” he asked. He would have gone with immortal but immortals didn’t exist according to the guides.
“Extremely difficult. Discounting vampires, there are only five ageless beings who were not born ageless. Even including vampirism, only one person becomes a vampire a year, and most die within a century. The servants of the Dominari face similar attrition, though the standards there are somewhat lower.”
“And what about the chances of a mortal becoming ageless?”
“The only possible way I can think of would be to become the servant of a Dominari, but few would take a mortal servant.” Mhyrra said, a small smile forming on her avatar’s face.
“Good. As the goddess of exchange and contracts would you get sentiment from someone paying off a debt by fulfilling a series of requests over time?” he asked, his avatar becoming blurry again as he tried to put his thoughts together.
“Of course I would.” She replied, openly grinning.
“And what would happen if you made a small concession in light of the fact that it’s incredibly unfair to take advantage of someone who has been cosmically screwed over, and has very little of the information necessary to make an informed deal with you?”
“The cost of aligning you with reality would decrease by as much as a third.” the goddess replied, before she started laughing. It was a strange experience to not just hear laughter, but to also feel an echo of the amusement behind it.
“I genuinely can’t remember the last time someone found a way of leveraging my nature that I, myself, had missed. You must realise though, that what you are going to attempt is impossible. You barely gain anything.”
“I get a chance. Tiny as it may be, it’s better than nothing.” Nathan said, once again restoring the room to clarity.
“So, I would like to propose a new deal. You still agree to align me with your reality, and I still agree to let you take echoes of the barren cosmos from me after I die. But in addition, I will agree not to take a class within ten years of you fulfilling your end of the bargain, I will agree not to become the servant of a Dominari vampire, and I will agree to repay my debt of sentiment by performing various tasks, if I by some miracle become ageless. Although, I reserve the right to reject tasks that I consider to be immoral.”
“You will also be prohibited from increasing your lifespan with the species system,” Mhyrra added. “And now that I think about it, I should also give you an extra point of strength, otherwise you won’t be able to move due to your high vitality. But other than that, I have no problems with your proposal. If you would sign the amended contract, I can begin immediately.”
“What is the species system? Also, what do you mean I won’t be able to move?”
“The system used by non-sapient beings. It’s worse than the class system in almost every way, but it would still be a viable method for you to increase your lifespan. As for the second question, vitality and strength both increase your mass but vitality has more of an impact. If your vitality is too much higher than your strength you’ll struggle to move. Strength at 40% of your vitality is the sweet spot to be functional, though the closer you are to 100% the better.
“Fair enough.” he said, conjuring a pen and signing on the dotted line, “I assume this is a symbolism thing?” The contract wasn’t real after all.
“Indeed, symbolism is important.” Mhyrra replied, tucking the contract into one of her sleeves. “I’ll put you to sleep for this next part. I doubt you would enjoy the experience.”
And moments later, for the first time in months, Nathan fell asleep.
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[Status]
Name: Nathan Emmanuel Fellwood
Age: 0
Species: Human (Void-walker)
Realm: Mortal
Level: 0
Strength: 4 (4/10)
Agility: 2 (2/10)
Vitality: 10 (10/10)
Tempus: 10 (10/10)
Scope: 10 (10/10)
Stat Points: 0 (0)
Achievement Points: 2
[Class/es]
Grade 3 Available
[Skills 8]
Aura Perception 1st Lvl 10
Language 1st Lvl 10
Mathematics 1st Lvl 10
Mana Control 1st Lvl 10
Memory Technique 1st Lvl 10
Multitasking 1st Lvl 10
Reading 1st Lvl 10
Visualisation 1st Lvl 10
[Abilities 9]
Echoes of the Barren Cosmos 1st (Innate)
Enhanced Aethereoception 1st Lvl 10
Enhanced Memory 1st Lvl 10
Enhanced Time Perception 1st Lvl 10
Insomnia 1st Lvl 10
Isolation Tolerance 1st Lvl 10
Lightning Resistance 1st Lvl 10
Pain Tolerance 1st Lvl 10
Trauma Tolerance 1st Lvl 10