The Slayer’s core hung before its sight as the corpses outside recoiled in their usual pathetic way. The Slayer’s lesser self had neglected its purpose for too long. It had squandered its power to protect the weak.
That was not his role. Not his purpose. The Slayer’s wrath-form tore threads of power from its shell and forged as a slayer should. Hundreds of threads condensed in his outstretched fist, not a skill, but a tool to sunder as he should.
Wrath Incarnate appeared in the palm of his other hand as threads, channels, and constructs sprung into being even as the lance of power grew in his fist. The Slayer’s will condensing and refining the sphere with might alone the white sphere darkened to a silver as its pearlescent white was infused with more and more of his attributes but even as the skill neared completion the Slayer was far from finished.
His soul raged behind its barrier, its cell. It yearned to be free and rage across the cosmos and perform its purpose. But the Slayer knew that if it was to bring about the end it was a necessity. However, a beast should be contained forever.
The Slayer raised his fist and the void of his core space warped around it as his entire being bent to his will. His fist fell and the lance of power slammed into his core. Crimson light surged across the void as the core shuddered under the stress of his attributes combined. The core warped and a lance pierced his lesser self’s creation before arcing out the other side in a wave of fiery destruction.
The lance of power surged across his wrath-form guided by his indomitable will flooded into the sphere in his left palm. The silver color of the sphere vanished, instantly replaced by the crimson of his soul. It darkened as his will forged it into place as the fires of his soul roared throughout his core space and into his shell.
His lesser self would have whimpered in pain as his muscles tore and eyes caught aflame but The Slayer felt nothing. Nothing but the need to kill.
Barely more than an instant had passed beyond the barrier of his core space and still he forged until the sphere in his palm burned with power of his soul. A sphere of crimson fire sparking with the unstable power of his entire being flew from his grasp to orbit his still leaking core.
The Slayer sneered at the damage he had caused but his will clamped down on his prison. The fires flickered and died as his will suffocated the leaking flames and threads of condensed will filled the holes.
The notification he was waiting for appeared as the fires of his soul were locked away and he rose from the depths of his core space as the corpses finally recovered. Golden chains of mana arced toward him but The Slayer did nothing but activate the weapon he had forged.
Wrath Incarnate [Epic] [Wrath Forged]
Rip and tear the masses that stand against you, Slayer. Kill them. Kill them all…
Wrath Unending: Your wrath is no longer bound by the weakness of your shell. This skill will never break and is only empowered further as your wrath reaches new heights. Kill until nothing is left.
Active Effect: Empower your form with your unleashed wrath and wade through the masses unimpeded. While in this state your inner self is let free, crushing all emotions it deems as weaknesses. In addition, all attributes are increased by 65% at the cost of Wrath until you deactivate this skill. If your Wrath is exhausted it will instead use three times more Stamina until you deactivate this skill.
Passive Effect: Your very presence is unnerving to all but the strongest of will and those you choose to leave unaffected. All living things can sense the Wrath deep within you and will fear you. The more affected by this aura the less Wrath is consumed while using this skill's active effect.
Kalum Lesta
Status
Class:
Slayer of Fate [Epic] [Anomalous]
Level:
74
Race:
Human?
Health:
5140
Stamina:
8380
Wrath:
0
Attributes
Strength:
901 -> 1486
Agility:
601 -> 991
Endurance:
838 -> 1382
Vitality:
514 -> 848
Intellect:
642 -> 1059
Perception:
575 -> 948
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Will:
1316 -> 2171
Wisdom:
616 -> 1016
Available:
12
Titles
Ascendant, Core Bane, Core Smith, Divine Deviant, Planeswalker, Planar Appetite, Slayer of the Strong, Endurance Elite, Strength Elite, Will Paragon, Demon Slayer, Paragon of Man, Planar Binding I, Soul Seer, True Slayer of Demonkind, Thief of Ages, Fate Diviner, Exemplar of Defiance, Disciple of Destruction, Resonance of Wrath, Resonance of Freedom
Skills
Soul Forge [Rare], Wrathful Regeneration [Uncommon], Wrath Incarnate [Epic] [Wrath Forged], Abyssal Consumption [Rare], Flames of Wrath[Uncommon] [Soul Forged], Slayer’s Intent [Rare] [Soul Forged], Slayer’s Apathy [Rare] [Soul Forged], Edge of Malice [Common] [Soul Forged], Flesh of Iron [Rare], Eyes of the Slayer [Mythic] [Spiritbound], Planar Linguist [Rare] [Soul Forged] [Partial Integration], Cloak of the Wrathful Spectre [Rare] [Soul Forged]
Race
Soul: Partial Breach
It was time…
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Elendria flinched as the bubble of her Warden’s Domain flickered dangerously. The Bearer’s presence alone threatened to collapse the skill and from the very moment he saw Dalen bleeding out on the ground she knew if it did she would die.
“Elendria you must let me out! I can save them easily. Just let me out for a moment!” Volan insisted, even trying to reach out of the translucent bubble surrounding them.
“No! We mustn't leave not yet. We are no fighters and I haven’t the juice to do this again. That bitch Alansu has betrayed you once again! She is trying to dominate him-” Elendria gasped as Kalum’s eyes rose from Dalen’s bleeding body for a second time, her blood freezing in her veins as his eyes burst into crimson flame. Blood sprayed randomly from his body for an instant before the dozens of tiny wounds sealed themselves and golden light flared from beneath the crimson of his eyes.
All resemblance of the young man vanished, replaced by the neutral expression of a monster, no, a slayer, The Slayer.
Elendria cried out and felt her knees buckle as his eyeless gaze passed over the space her bubble occupied. Volan didn’t fair any better but Elendria barely noticed as her bubble began to collapse around her. With shaking legs and labored breath, she managed to barely hang on to the skill.
She was immediately glad she did.
The Slayer’s dark blade moved on its own accord into his waiting fist as the golden chains of the imprisonment array swarmed around him. The blade exploded into crimson flame but he did not bring it to bear on the chains. Instead, before the chains reached him the blade swung gracefully through the air around him despite its size and then it hit something. A blinding white arc of mana detonated in the air just by The Slayer’s head and like a bolt of divine lightning it surged between the chains along a winding path before racing toward Alansu.
The mind mage had barely recovered from her failed domination attempt and barely managed to turn back toward The Slayer before the arc reached her. Light seared Elendria’s eyes as blood, bone, and brain matter showered the corner of the dome the traitor had occupied. What remained of her now headless and torso-less body fell to the ground in a burning heap and spurt of what little blood was left.
The Slayer didn’t stop, its face held no expression as the chains fell magically dividing into hundreds of duplicate chains as they drew closer to their mark. Another shower of blinding white arcs and crimson fire lit the dome, each chain exploding into golden flashes of light, none of them ever reaching his skin.
Lisette staggered backward, her dagger still in hand but still in no way ready to use it, “Damn it! Do it again!”
Around the dome, the terrified space mages scrambled to reactivate the array but they never got the chance as The Slayer took his first step. Elendria fell to her knees, her whole body giving out on her as her heart froze in her chest. Volan groaned as well but managed to stay standing.
It was as if everything he was had just become something worse. His eyes burned even fast and around the dome, spontaneous flames burst to life on the bodies of the dying. But that was nothing next to the fear. He was on another level. But how?! He was only level seventy-four.
The people in the dome took it far worse. The space mages struggling to reactivate the array went insane, two of them simply fell to the ground bonelessly and the rest screamed soundless moans of abject terror and tried to flee. Before The Slayer’s second step had landed his sword flew from his fist to carve across the wall of the dome. Sparks flew from the wall but were soon extinguished as the terrified mages parted in a spray of gore, soaking the walls with their viscera.
“No! How is this possible-” Lisette tried to scream but was cut off as The Slayer’s large hand tore her from the ground by her face. Crimson flames roared to life across the traitor’s body but she barely managed to scream before she was slammed into the dome’s floor. The Slayer’s sword sprung from the nearby wall and back into his fist as he brought it down toward Lisette.
Before the blade parted her like the rest she vanished in a puff of black and green smoke. The Slayer’s sword hacked into the ground but his grim face showed no sign of surprise his burning eyes flickered across the chamber.
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“Uton save me!” Lisette ground as she scrambled away invisible to the monster’s eyes. This was impossible! How could an enemy of the gods be so strong? It was only level seventy-four but Lisette knew she stood no chance against this monster.
Blood flowed from her nose and mouth but her Uton’s Cloak ensured the monster wouldn’t see it as she stumbled toward the door. She had to get away. She had to make it to the barrier before the monster did.
If she was lucky Dhinir’s men would have finished their work and would be waiting, they could let her out
As her foot was about to clear the threshold into the passage a terrible shiver ran through her body. She glanced over her shoulder to see the monster’s eyes burning into her back-
Lisette was torn from her feet her body crumpled against the wall of the passage, blood spraying from her mouth and chest. Her vision flickered as everything below her shoulders felt suddenly numb and her gaze came to rest on the sword buried hilt deep in her chest, now pinning her to the wall.
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The Slayer’s next step took him to the foul corpse’s side and he wrenched his blade from its mangled shell, throwing it bonelessly into the opposite wall in the process.
Level up!
His soul raged far beyond anything even his better self had ever experienced but still, it never influenced his flesh or his need to kill. His purpose was clear.
The Slayer’s gaze panned back through the room of corpses, both already the moving and the twitching.
Health:
5140/5140
Stamina:
402/8380
Wrath:
5821
His wrath would hold for now but his pathetic shell’s endurance would hold him back if he did not continue his slaughter. His gaze flickered between all affinities and passed over a sphere of flickering space mana. He could sense it weakening under his gaze.
Health:
5140/5140
Stamina:
402/8380
Wrath:
5311
The Slayer’s face twisted into a scowl. His wrath fell far too quickly despite having deactivated Wrath Incarnate. Soon his lesser self would return… His gaze darted between the still-twitching corpses. Killing them would sustain him for a time so The Slayer raised his blade his iron will tearing it from his grasp and toward the fallen.