Kazuto Yamato sat cross-legged on a worn wooden porch, the quiet creak of the boards beneath him the only sound in the otherwise silent, abandoned village. His crimson skin gleamed faintly in the slanted sunlight filtering through the trees, adding an eerie glow to his sharp features. His long black hair was tied back with an ornate clasp, a relic of his lineage, as it symbolized his Rank within his family and was a subtle reminder of his birthright and ambition. He wore deep red robes with subtle, intricate patterns woven into the fabric, a nod to his heritage from Chunhwa, yet practical enough for his new life in exile.
Kazuto lifted a delicate cup to his lips, savoring the aroma of the tea as he gazed out at the forest, his expression calm but with an unmistakable fire in his eyes. This village, left to rot in the heart of the Kazehana forests, suited him well; it was quiet, away from prying eyes, and held the isolation he required to amass power. Here, away from the watchful gaze of his father and siblings, he plotted his rise. One day, he would claim the seat his father now held, proving himself worthy of the title Heavenly Demon.
Just then, a figure appeared in the doorway, moving with a practiced, silent grace. His ally Yuta, dressed in simple but sturdy travel clothes, knelt and bowed, respecting Kazuto’s authority even here in the wilderness. Kazuto set his cup down with a soft clink, his piercing gaze shifting to meet his ally’s.
"Report," he said, his voice smooth and commanding, with an edge that demanded obedience. He folded his hands neatly, a slight smile playing at his lips, anticipating the news of each detail a step forward in his plan.
Yuta raised his head, his expression grave as he met Kazuto's gaze.
"Lord Kazuto, our Dodomeki allies have encountered an unusual development," he began, choosing his words carefully. "They found the Kaiju child, the rumored offspring of that exiled clan, and she was with her mother, who is now severely weakened."
Kazuto’s interest sharpened at the mention of the Kaiju child. So, the rumors were true. He leaned forward, his dark eyes gleaming with intrigue as his ally continued.
"Her mother was struck by one of the Dodomeki’s claws during their encounter. The poison is spreading rapidly. They narrowly escaped, but her strength was fading by the hour. The Dodomeki leader has confirmed she won’t last without intervention."
Kazuto considered this, his mind already racing through the implications. The Kaiju child's survival could shift the balance in more ways than one, and a poisoned mother on the edge of death presented opportunities. He tapped a finger against the edge of his teacup, his slight smile widening.
"Interesting," he murmured, his tone deceptively calm. "Ensure the Dodomekis keep their distance but do nothing more for now. Let the poison do its work. But keep a close eye on the girl. If she seeks help, I want to know every step she takes."
Yuta bowed deeply, his understanding clear. As he rose to leave, Kazuto’s voice stopped him once more.
"And the Astral Dragon?" Kazuto asked, his voice low but charged with the weight of expectation. "Have we located it yet?"
His ally looked down, hesitating for a brief moment before responding. "My lord, we've found no direct sighting. However, there are traces of intense astral mana accumulating near the Shadow Wolf territory. The reason for this surge is... still unknown."
Kazuto's fingers drummed rhythmically on the table, his mind already piecing together the implications. The Astral Dragon, elusive and immense, was one of the few forces that could shift his plans if it decided to involve itself. And now, signs of its mana this close to his operations?
After a moment’s consideration, Kazuto raised a hand, signaling restraint.
"Leave it alone," he said quietly yet firmly. "The Astral Dragon is not something to provoke needlessly. However, should it come any closer, I want to know immediately. Its presence could alter everything."
The ally nodded, accepting the warning in Kazuto’s voice. As he turned to leave, Kazuto let a faint smirk cross his face, hidden from view. The forest held many secrets tonight, secrets he was prepared to exploit.
***
As night began to settle over the forest, Azriel moved through the trees, following the tracks left by the alpha wolf. The fading light cast long shadows across the ground, and the air grew cooler, the silence around him dense and unbroken. Each step brought him closer to the creature’s lair, a place he expected to find some trace of its pack, perhaps a den, remnants of past meals, and signs of their dominance over the area. But when he arrived, he was met with an unexpected sight.
The mouth of the cave gaped open in the dim light, wide and foreboding yet strangely still. Azriel took a cautious step inside, and his senses heightened and strained to detect any presence. The interior was empty. There were no signs of wolves, no fresh scents, not even the usual mess left by such creatures. It was as though the pack had never been here at all.
Azriel frowned, running a hand along the cold stone walls. The silence felt unnatural, and his instincts prickled, alerting him to the possibility of something larger at play. "Where did you all go?" he murmured under his breath, his voice barely audible in the cavernous space. The alpha wolf had clearly led him here, its tracks ending directly at the cave entrance. But it seemed as if the pack had vanished without a trace.
Tightening his grip on his weapon, Azriel stood in stillness, his eyes scanning the shadows for any movement. Whatever was happening in this forest was more than simple ambushes, based on what the strange woman had said earlier. He had stumbled into a web much larger than he had imagined.
Azriel sighed, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. The eerie emptiness of the cave didn't sit well with him, but there was little choice. The night was quickly drawing in, and he wasn’t about to venture deeper into unknown territory with the shadows of the forest closing in.
“I’ll stay here for the night,” he muttered to himself, his voice echoing slightly in the cavern. “Maybe I’ll get some answers in the morning.”
He found a relatively flat area near the back of the cave and settled down, leaning against the stone wall. The cold seeped into his bones, but his jacket and the armor underneath kept most of the chill at bay. Azriel stretched out and made himself comfortable. The dim light from the dying day filtered in, casting long shadows across the cave floor. After some time, he opened the notifications that he had put on hold until he was truly in the clear after the battle. System windows came pouring out; there were so many in his face that Azriel found it debilitating. With a thought, he focused all of the notifications into a single window.
You have killed Shadow Wolf x72
Ding!
You have gained 2 Levels to the Path [Warrior]
You have gained 1 Level to the Path [Outworlder]
Attributes Points Allocated +140 Free Points
New Skills Acquired:
* [Pierce Resistance] - Grants resistance to piercing damage.
* [Slash Resistance] - Grants resistance to slashing damage.
Born Trait: Adaptation Improves your Body’s new Resistances to a higher level.
[Pierce Resistance] is now Level 5
[Slash Resistance] is now Level 10
Skill Improvement:
SkillSwordrd Mastery] has reached Level 60Skill [Sword Mastery] has reached Bronze RankYou gain +24 StrengthUntil you reach Bronze Rank, this skill won’t level up further
Art Improvement:
* [Stun Bullet] has reached Level 2.
New Title
Wolf Killer: This title is bestowed upon those who have confronted and defeated wolves of remarkable danger, from savage beasts to supernatural entities and alpha leaders. It stands as a badge of honor among hunters and warriors, denoting a high level of tracking skill, resilience against relentless foes, and mastery in battling swift and cunning adversaries. Those who carry this title are recognized for their courage, endurance, and precision in the face of tenacious opponents.
* [50% Damage Increase to all Wolf-like Creatures]
* [+50 Presence]
Azriel examined his new title, Wolf Killer, and a touch of pride swelled in his chest as he considered his advancement. But the question nagged at him, and he hadn’t actually slain the alpha. Was it simply because of the number of shadow wolves he’d defeated? He furrowed his brow, wondering what could have awarded him this distinction without taking down the pack leader.
With curiosity getting the better of him, he reached for the Nighthawk Codex that appeared in his hand. Azriel brushed his fingers over its ethereal, nebula-patterned cover as he opened it. Arthur Nighthawk, his great-grandpa, said the Codex was a guidebook to Astraquilla.
"Maybe this thing knows," he muttered, flipping the Codex open. The Codex’s text began shifting and reforming before his eyes. A new window appears in his vision.
What information do you wish to inquire about?
“Methods of receiving the title Wolf Killer,” Azriel said as more of a statement rather than a question. The window that appeared from the Codex closed, and Azriel began flipping through its pages. Azriel noticed that despite the book’s size, which made it look the same size as a textbook he had in high school, which was around 300 to 450 pages, it was going through more and more pages. It’s distorting to keep watching because of his enhanced sight; he decided to take out the Myth Maker from his inventory.
Azriel noticed that even after all the monsters he cut down, the blade part of it wasn’t dull in the slightest. His grandmother Akari, from his mother’s side, taught him almost everything about swords. Akari, in his eyes, was a modern-day samurai despite her age. Whenever he saw her during a holiday, his grandmother would either cut a tatami mat or clean a katana she used for something his mother told him and his siblings never to ask about. When she learned he wasn’t in a sport, she forced him to practice kendo with her, which taught him something about swinging a sword. He also learned his grandmother gets very excited when fighting.
“How does an old woman move that fast and hit that hard,” he muttered as he looked over the gunblade. The silver of the gun portion still looked polished, and the short razor-edged blade of jet-black metal didn’t look discolored.
Inquiry Complete
Azriel looked towards the Codex after hearing the word in his mind. He now hoped to get his answers. Azriel skimmed through the requirements, his eyes widening slightly as he took in each line.
Title Requirements: Wolf Killer
1. Slay over 100 wolves – The bearer must have defeated a minimum of 100 wolves, whether ordinary or supernatural, marking their endurance and skill in combat against this formidable foe.
2. Confront a Pack Alpha – While defeating the alpha is not required, the bearer must have engaged in direct combat with a pack leader, proving bravery in the face of a powerful adversary.
3. Endure a Pack Assault– The bearer must survive being outnumbered by a wolf pack, demonstrating the resilience needed to withstand relentless onslaughts.
4. Demonstrate Tracking Skill – Successfully follow a trail left by wolf-type creatures over a significant distance, showing capability as a hunter.
5. Combat Mastery with Blade or Bow – Must hold at least an intermediate level in either sword or archery skills, representing the combat precision needed to earn the respect of fellow hunters.
"A hundred wolves," he murmured, shaking his head in slight disbelief. He’d fought and taken down so many in such a short span without realizing how high the count had risen. The Pack Alpha requirement made him pause, recalling the fierce battle that still echoed in his muscles.
“So, it wasn’t just the numbers,” he mused, closing the Codex and letting out a thoughtful breath. "Guess it takes a bit more than swinging a sword." The Codex's intricate guidelines underscored what the title represented, not just slaying wolves but surviving the brutal odds and even learning the patience required for tracking.
As Azriel moved to close the Codex, a faint chime echoed in his mind, halting his hand. A new system window flared into view, casting a soft glow.
[Nighthawk Quest Complete: Survive the First Night]
* Congratulations on enduring your first night in the wilds of Astraquilla, proving your resilience and resourcefulness in unfamiliar territory.
Rewards
* Camping Cook Set
* This compact, magical cook set is designed for adventurers. It includes a small pan, pot, utensils, and a foldable stand, all enchanted to be lightweight and resistant to extreme temperatures. Perfect for cooking meals even in harsh conditions.
* [Common]
* Dream Sheep Bedroll
* This is a soft bedroll enchanted with the records of Astraquilla’s gentle Dream Sheep. It provides a comforting warmth, reduces fatigue during sleep, and enhances dreams, giving a sense of calm and slight healing while you rest.
* [Rare]
Azriel couldn’t help but smile as he inspected his new gear. As he began pulling out the items from his inventory camping cook set and unrolled the soft, comforting Dream Sheep bedroll, he pondered over the term “Nighthawk Quest.” Was there a quest his great-grandpa designed for him? Whatever it is, I’m not going to complain about free survival gear, he thought with a wry grin. Just as he was settling in, a new system window shimmered into view before Azriel, the title glowing with an ethereal blue hue.
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[Legacy Path Activation Detected: True Nighthawk Challenges Now Available]
[True Nighthawk Challenge Completed: Creating a Legend]
* Whether intentional or not, your actions have forged a tale that now echoes across the land. Your deeds have created a legend that spans a whole country.
Rewards:
* Stormlight Essence
* [Mythic]
* This essence contains a concentrated fragment of a cosmic storm’s energy gathered from the heart of a violent upheaval. It is a glowing sphere of vibrant silver with streaks of blue lightning coursing through its center potent essence.
* Due to its potency, the Stormlight Essence can cause a [Path Evolution] regardless of the [Path’s] level.
* 100 Platinum Coins
Azriel pulls the Stormlight Essence from his inventory, his fingers brushing against the smooth, cool surface of the glowing orb. The faint scent of rain and ozone fills the air around him as he watches the silver sphere hum with barely contained energy. Blue lightning streaks through the heart of the orb, and the feeling of raw power radiates from it, almost like a storm waiting to be unleashed. He holds it for a moment, feeling the pulse against his palm, a brief surge of vitality rushing through him, as though the very storm inside is feeding his body, invigorating him with each breath.
The orb’s glow is soft but powerful, like the calm before the chaos of a thunderstorm. The air around him seems to crackle, and Azriel can almost feel the electrical charge in the atmosphere. He wonders what kind of power the essence can unleash once fully tapped into. I can have [Path] evolution with this, he thought.
“The Path you’re on is not as simple as surviving these wolves… And soon, you’ll be dragged into it whether you want to be or not," the mysterious woman’s voice from before chimes in his head. She made it clear that Azriel needed more power to survive what would happen next.
Which [Path] would you like to evolve?
Azriel only had two [paths] to choose from [Warrior] and [Outwolder]. [Outwolder] grew way too slow and didn’t know much about the [Path] in the first place. There's only one real choice, he thought.
You have chosen [Warrior] for [Path Evolution]. Are you sure?
“Yes, I’m sure,” Azriel said into the open. After confirming his choice, the Stormlight Essence melted and then seeped into his skin. He felt a small tingle in his fingers that traveled throughout his whole body. After a few moments, the feeling disappeared. Well, that wasn’t all that bad, he thought before falling back into his bedroll unconscious.
Due to your absorption of a cosmic-created essence and nature as a Radiantborn, your body will be reshaped.
***
Yuki and her mother, breathless from their escape, find shelter in the dense underbrush of the forest. The tall trees provide some cover, their branches swaying lightly in the cool breeze. Yuki's mother, her expression strained, leans against a large tree, clutching her side where Dodomeki’s poison still courses through her veins. Yuki kneels beside her, eyes filled with concern, her small hands gently pressing against her mother’s wound in a futile attempt to slow the poison’s spread.
“We’ll be okay, Mother,” Yuki whispers, her voice trembling with uncertainty. Her electric powers crackle involuntarily in the air, a flicker of her frustration at their situation.
“We have to stay hidden... for now, Yuki. The Dodomeki won't stop hunting us... not until we're dead,” Her mother, though weak, manages a strained smile.
Yuki nods, her heart heavy but her thoughts elsewhere. Somewhere in the distance, she can feel the faint pulse of power, a strange energy stirring in the air, as if the forest itself is reacting to something unseen. She wonders if it’s the Astral Dragon or perhaps something else entirely. The thought of this new presence makes her anxious but also curious.
As the minutes turn into hours, the forest grows eerily quiet. Yuki’s eyes dart around, every rustle in the leaves sending a surge of adrenaline through her veins. She stays on high alert, sharpening every sense, her power bubbling under the surface as she waits for any signs of danger or hope.
***
Azriel awakens his body, which is heavy with the remnants of exhaustion from his battle with the shadow wolves. As his eyes slowly open, he blinks in disbelief. The world around him is unlike anything he’s seen before. He stands on an island, the ground beneath his feet smooth and strange, as if the earth itself were made of something that defied the natural laws. The island floats in the middle of a vast, endless expanse. Above him stretches a sky filled with stars, more brilliant and numerous than he had ever imagined. There’s no sun, no clouds, just an endless canvas of light and void.
He takes a step, his boots making no sound as they press into the soft, ethereal ground. The air around him is calm but thick with a palpable sense of something powerful, something ancient. The stillness has a strange weight as if the very atmosphere is pregnant with meaning. His senses are heightened, but there’s no sign of life around him, not even a breeze.
"Where... am I?" Azriel mutters, his voice echoing into the vast emptiness. It’s as though the island itself absorbs sound. No response.
The more he looks around, the more out of place he feels. He tries to call upon the Myth Maker, but nothing happens. There’s no reaction. His abilities feel muted in this place like he’s been cut off from the flow of power that sustains him.
He takes another step, moving toward the edge of the island. Below him, the stars twinkle in the depths of what appears to be an endless abyss. The air feels thick with mystery but also with an unsettling sense of something watching him. The more he stands there, the more the feeling intensifies, like the stars themselves are observing him, waiting for something.
Suddenly, a window appears in his vision, catching his attention—a new system notification.
The words flash before his eyes, glowing with an eerie intensity:
"Unbound yourself and forge a new path."
Azriel furrows his brow, his mind racing to comprehend the meaning behind the message. He had no idea how he ended up in this realm or why he was being presented with such enigmatic instructions. The stars above twinkle, their light shifting as if responding to the notification, and the island beneath his feet seems to hum with subtle, otherworldly energy.
He glances at his hands, feeling an unfamiliar weight in his chest. What could "unbound" mean? He feels tethered, but to what? Was it his previous life, his purpose, or his limitations as a being in this strange world? And why was the message so cryptic? Was this another challenge?
Azriel exhales, trying to steady his racing thoughts. The air here seems to press against him, urging him to do something, to move forward. The quiet around him grows louder with the weight of unanswered questions.
Without a clear answer, Azriel steps toward the center of the island, determined to find clarity. As he moves, the world around him begins to shift. The stars flicker like a heartbeat, the ground beneath him rippling as if it were liquid, and a low hum fills the air.
As Azriel stands in the center of the island, the space around him begins to shift once again. The air grows heavier, thick with tension, as a faint metallic sound echoes through the realm. He turns, scanning his surroundings, and then his eyes widen as he notices the chains. Dozens, hundreds, maybe even thousands of chains stretch out across the land, winding and crisscrossing the sky, hanging from the stars themselves, and coiling around the edges of the island.
Each chain is made of a dark, almost translucent material that glows with a faint, unsettling light. Some chains are anchored to the ground, others suspended in mid-air, stretching off into the horizon like a vast web linking the entire realm together. The chains appear to pulse with energy, their links shimmering like they've been forged from some otherworldly force.
Azriel feels their weight, even without touching them. He feels tethered to each one, as though they are all connected to him in some way. The chains seem to represent something: his past, his memories, his limitations, perhaps even his fate. The sensation is suffocating, like an invisible hand grasping his heart, pulling him back.
A figure materializes in the distance, its form a silhouette against the glowing expanse of the sky. As Azriel steps closer, the figure becomes clearer, an imposing figure cloaked in shadow but with an undeniable presence that radiates power. Their eyes glimmer with an otherworldly light, and they seem to be waiting for him.
"Unbind yourself," the figure says in a voice that echoes in his mind. “You must shed the limitations placed upon you; only then will you be free to choose the path you wish to walk."
Azriel stands to reach out and touch one of the chains, his fingers brushing against its shimmering surface. Suddenly, the air around him shifts, and he feels a surge of energy, something familiar yet different. A faint glow begins to emanate from the chain, and in the moment of contact, the swirling, ethereal remnants of the Stormlight Essence materialize before him. It floated in the air, shimmering with a brilliant, stormy light, its essence lingering like a cloud that refuses to dissipate.
The window before Azriel flickers with three distinct options, each radiating a different aura. Each choice resonates with the chains around him, tugging at his very being. The air grows heavy with the weight of his decision.
Chose Gravitation, Progression, Illumination
“Gravitation,” he said without thinking. The chains pulsed with a sudden, overwhelming energy. They seemed to vibrate with resistance at first as if testing his resolve, but his will was firm. He reached out and grasped the nearest chain, his fingers wrapping around its cold, metallic links.
The moment his grip tightened, the world around him seemed to shift. A surge of power ran through his body, thickening the air. The chains trembled, and with a single, forceful tug, Azriel shattered them, each link snapping like brittle glass and echoing across the empty realm. Some of the remnants of the chains crumbled to dust as the force of the explosion sent shockwaves throughout the space.
Azriel poured his willpower into the remaining fragments of chains, calling upon the lingering energy of the broken bonds. The remnants floated around him, each link vibrating with potential, remnants of the gravity he had unleashed. One by one, the shards responded, aligning as he shaped them with pure intent. They spiraled upward, merging and hardening, forming a single, monumental blade that hovered in the sky, too immense and powerful for mere mortal hands to wield conventionally.
The sword loomed overhead, embedded in the heavens like a great celestial marker, its sheer size and weight pressing down upon the earth itself. The blade, forged from an otherworldly meteorite metal, was dark and glossy, polished to the luster of obsidian, yet adorned with veins of silver that gleamed as if infused with lightning trapped inside the blade. This material seemed drawn from the stars, dense beyond anything earthbound, and within its surface, faint specks of starlight twinkled, a reminder of its cosmic origin.
The colossal blade's edge, sharp as any mortal weapon but vast as the heavens, pierced down to the ground, sending fissures sprawling outward. Around its base, small fragments of rock and earth defied gravity, caught in a slow orbit as though bound by the sword's gravitational pull. These shards floated in silent reverence, emphasizing the sheer power radiating from the weapon, a force that anchored it to the world with undeniable authority.
The hilt, towering upward like a column, was wrapped in elegant silver bands marked with runes, symbols of justice, willpower, and control over the forces of nature. These runes, glowing faintly with a steady blue light, pulsed with a life of their own, lending the structure an ethereal energy. The crossguard, slightly curved, resembled wings unfurled, evoking the imagery of a celestial protector.
An aura of distortion surrounded the weapon, bending light in circular waves as if even space itself was subject to the sword's gravitational pull. The effect created a ripple in reality, subtly distorting everything that dared come near. Scattered along the blade’s surface were crystal-like accents from the original meteorite, shimmering with the distant light of cosmic energy. This monumental blade seemed less a weapon and more a declaration, a symbol of power that not only controlled gravity but drew upon the heavens themselves, reaching beyond mortal realms.
What is the name of your [Path]?
“It’s called Skybreaker,” Azriel said, looking upon his creation. He saw a notification and then opened it to see a new window.
Ding!
Congratulations, you have forged a new [Path] through [Path Evolution]
[Warrior] has become [Skybreaker]
[Skybreaker]
*
* Skybreakers are warriors of raw, elemental power who wield the force of gravity as their weapon and shield. They are masters of manipulating the world's fundamental pull, bending it to their will to crush foes, protect allies, and shape the battlefield. Each Skybreaker is bound by an innate connection to the cosmos, allowing them to harness gravitational fields, enhance their physical capabilities, and resist forces that would break others.
* +25 to all Attributes per Level
* +30 free points per Leve.
New Skills Acquired:
* Gravity Manipulation
* You use gravity to empower yourself, creating zones of dense, crushing force or levitating fields of near weightlessness. As you gain experience, your control over these gravitational forces increases, enabling them to immobilize enemies, pull distant objects closer, or even slow time within your localized fields.
* Scaling (Strength, Intellect, Willpower, and Awareness)
* Astral Anchor
* You root yourself in the fabric of reality, giving you increased resilience and allowing you to withstand knockback effects, intense pressure, or magical displacement. This deep connection also makes them harder to disarm, drag, or remove from the battlefield, making them a solid and formidable presence.
* Scaling (Strength and Awareness)
New Arts Acquired:
* Planetary Impact
* Skybreakers can leap with enormous power, crashing down with the force of a meteor to shake the ground, cause shockwaves, and send foes reeling. At higher levels, this attack’s impact zone increases, allowing the Skybreaker to affect larger groups, weaken the ground, or even create temporary gravitational wells that draw in foes.
* Scaling (Strength)
* Void Grip
* Skybreakers can distort the gravitational pull around a target, lifting them into the air or forcing them to the ground. This skill is a powerful tool for disabling or disorienting enemies, preventing them from escaping or resisting attacks.
* Scaling (Strength and Awareness)
As Azriel read through the details of his newly forged Path, he felt an overwhelming surge of strength coursing through him. This new [Skybreaker] path was unlike any other, an evolution that had transcended the limits of a warrior. He was now capable of wielding gravity itself as a weapon. I’m Starscourge Radahn, minus the weird brother relationship, he thought with a big smile on his face. Another window appeared, and when he finished reading it, he was stunned.
Outworlder Trait: Unbound
All personal system restrictions have been lifted. All Skills, Arts, and Spells will continue leveling up even if your current Rank is lower.
New Title
* Path Maker
* The title of Path Maker is bestowed upon those who carve new trails and shape the fate of the world around them. A Path Maker is a visionary and pioneer, capable of leading others into unknown territories, be they physical realms, ideological revolutions, or mystical journeys. Known for their unyielding determination and unparalleled adaptability, Path Makers often gain the respect and loyalty of those who follow in their wake.
* Trailblazer’s Instinct
* Path Makers have a heightened sense for finding the best path forward, whether in treacherous terrain or during complex decision-making. They gain an innate ability to navigate even the most chaotic of situations, reducing the difficulty of checks related to finding direction, sensing danger, and moving through hazardous environments.
* Bonus: Increased Awareness in unfamiliar territories and resistance to being slowed or lost.
* Guided By Fate
* As a Path Maker, destiny seems to guide their steps subtly. They have a unique knack for finding critical resources, key allies, and vital information in times of need. This ability allows the Path Maker to receive "fateful nudges," giving them clues or subtle directions toward valuable opportunities or hidden paths.
* Bonus: Periodic hints or insights during explorations, as well as an increased likelihood of finding rare resources or allies.
* [+55 Presence]
Azriel’s eyes scanned the text with a mixture of awe and confusion as he absorbed the details of his transformation. Great, anything else? He thought. Then, a notification flashed in his vision.
Chose a Radiant Title
* Evony of Destruction
* Scholar of Night
* Nimble Storm
“I was joking!” Azriel exclaimed. He sighed and began scrolling the list of extremely confusing titles.