It was a slow awakening when I finally came to. Felling as if I’d been submerged in a deep ocean of fragmented memories of lives I knew were my own and yet made no sense to me, as ephemeral as water running off my body as I breached the waters. Leaving only a faded half memory with the tatters of long age in it’s wake. It left me with a deep sense of loss and a need for something I had little understanding or even knowledge of.
Slowly I made my way out of the coils, having to extricate my hands out of the things mouth and battered eye sockets. The smell was unbearable and I felt my face wrinkle in distaste but then my stomach growled and I mentally grimaced at what I felt my instincts telling me to do. Slowly I leaned down and started to rip off pieces of flesh and consumed it.
It tasted foul but the clear positive effect it had on my body made me shudder in relief as I felt my bumps, scrapes, cuts and wounds slowly bubble as they healed from the added material to work with. So I dug into the creature with dreadful gusto, thinking of anything else than the foul taste of the creature as I feasted on my kill.
The blood had the best effect but it’s viscous syrupy nature made drinking it a chore. If it wasn’t for the catchy tune that partitioned part of my began to flood my mind with and I felt like smiling as my head bobbed up and down with the beat of the melody. I had no idea even how this strange part of myself even knew this song as I was rather sure I’d never heard any piece of music even from the memory assault in the void but I ended up rambling along with it when I’d finished easily enough flesh to make three of those malnourished humans. I wasn’t really going to think were it all went but it worked.
“Waking up to early. Maybe we can sleep in. Make you Banana Pancakes pretend like its the weekend. Nooow~♪” I was swaying a little side to side as I simply enjoyed the music brought on by a single voice and a string instrument and it helped me get over the foul feast I’d just been put through.
Though it did make me wonder what exactly a banana pancake was. It sounded much more appetizing than the creature had been and I wondered if I’d meet some… tolerable humans or creatures that I might get some good food from. I supposed I could only hope.
I then noticed I had notification tablets waiting in the back of my head and sighed. I did remember that I’d gotten two from killing the creature so I pulled them up and hummed in thought.
[Void spawn level up! Level 3 achieved!]
[You’ve gained the following for this level. +4 (+5) stat points and +1 (+1) skill point gained!]
[Through repeated practice and effort you’ve managed to level [Void Flare: Basic] to level 2!]
Did this mean I could level up my skills with usage? Well I did know I’d been using the skill quite a bit so I decoded to first unlock every skill I had and then stock up on the skill points until I had a better grasp of that part of this system. The stat points on the other had had me agonizing a bit over were to spend them.
I knew that I might have died hadn’t I spent the previous ones on Physique, Toughness and Resilience. All of the stats giving me that small edge I’d needed to beat the creature but now I wasn’t so sure I should. Deciding to cover my basis I added one point to the aforementioned statistics to bring all three up to 14 and then spent two on Agility, Reflexes and Perception.
When I was done I felt my mind expand a little if a tiny bit more outwards though it also lacked substance I felt, more an expanding of sense than anything. My eyes grew sharper and I felt how my body grew nimbler somehow alongside the near imperceptible swelling of my muscles and rearrangement of my physique as before.
When it came to the skill points however I felt a little conflicted on what to pick. On one hand I could unlock all the general skills I had or save one of them for later as I unlocked what I could from my racial skills.
Pulling up a shortened status I peered at it to see the changes so far and continued pondering. What to get, what to get?
Name: Kainaat Mors Alta’farud
Titles: [The Dweller from the Void]
Minor titles: [Father Death] [Mother Life]
Physique: 14
Agility: 12
Wisdom: 10
Toughness: 14
Reflexes: 12
Willpower: 10
Resilience: 14
Perception: 12
Presence: 10
Free Points in reserve: 0
Race
[Void spawn lvl. 2 / 5]
Classes (0/4)
[Locked]
Professions (7/7)
[Alchemy (b) lvl. 0] [Blacksmithing (b) lvl. 0] [Necromancer (b) Lvl. 0] [Druid (b) Lvl. 0] [Smith (b) Lvl. 0] [Shadow Adept (b) Lvl. 0] [Tailoring (b) Lvl. 0]
Skills: Skill points in reserve: 2
Racial Skills (3/5)
[Eldritch energy Manipulation: Basic lvl. 0] [Manifest Physiology: Basic lvl. 0 (The Seed)] [Eldritch Brain: Basic lvl. 1]
General Skills (03/05)
[Invocation: Basic lvl. 0] [Void Flare: Basic lvl. 2] [Mental Fortitude: Basic lvl. 0]
Class Skills (0/0)
Profession Skills (0/0)
Traits:
Racial Traits (1/3)
[Alien mind]
General Traits (3/6)
[Threshold of The Caliginous Sanctum] [Profane Soul – locked] [Esoteric Knowledge – locked]
I narrowed my eyes a bit at the [Invocation] skill but the way the partitioned part of my mind thrummed as if in anticipation at the thought. I felt hesitant. In the end I decided to get [Eldritch energy Manipulation] and [Mental Fortitude] and I fell into the pile of half eaten creature I’d been using to lounge on while I digested and thought. My body convulsing and mind on fire as the skills became available to me.
My heart thumped loudly and sent green electricity coursing through my veins and sparked off of my skin while I felt the walls of my mind thicken and toughen as if fortifying itself for a coming attack. Though something else did dawn on me as I felt the energy that made its home in my heart as it pulsed in time with the thumping of my heart.
This was simply the start, the taste I needed to master before I moved on to the other energies I had been told I had access to in the conscious void I’d been born in. A step forwards to mastering those energies I felt and I dove into myself as I locked out the outside world.
This was something that appealed to my instincts more than anything I’d felt so far and since I didn’t really have much access to much on my status tablet I relished something I could.
My heart generated the eldritch energy and I realized it was the same used for [Void Flare] however it would only fill up and not expand as I knew I needed my heart to do. I had to gather more of this energy from outside myself and to my immense disappointed there wasn’t even a scrap of the energy around me as I instinctually tried to reach out to grab more.
Did that mean this universe I was in didn’t have Eldritch energy? I shuddered at the thought of being so incredibly stunted, I knew that I had access to it in my own realm and I felt a pang of homesickness. I wanted to go home.
I opened my eyes and looked over at the dumbly staring face of the dead creature and growled. I smashed the remained of its face in and got up. I needed out of here. I needed to grow and it was rather clear that my growth in this place was much more limited than in my own realm. At least energy wise as I somehow knew my domain generated my energies… just not how.
Growling I looked around until I turned to see that there was an adjacent room or hallway were the creature had been slamming me against the wall. Dragging the remains away I started to pull at and chip at the wall before I ended up using the largest pieces of debris as tools to break through.
It took much longer than I thought it should and by the time I had small hole opened I’d already had to go back and devour the rest of the foul thing after tirelessly smashing and hammering at the cracked wall. When it was finally large enough I realized I had to change my body to that of the Minghse to get through and I felt like my face would be smiling though then the pain of the transformation started and the smile turned to a grimace.
My limbs bent backwards as they rearranged themselves to become the wings of my snake form all the while my torso constricted and fell in on itself as it lengthened and turned. Thankfully the agony of transformation wasn’t as bad this time and it was over relatively quickly as I flared my wings and flapped the currently useless appendages as I stretched and coiled around. With a flicker of my tongue I looked around the blue on black outlines that my world became but I managed to fit through the tight squeeze of the hole I’d made.
I was a quite thankful for this dual being I supposedly was since I knew that currently my form as a Mingshe was… insufficient and wouldn’t aid me as much as the humanoid one would aid me in surviving in this place. It was much more agile and somehow I felt more comfortable in it though I also knew that whatever forms I’d attain I needed to master every single one.
Once I was through I made sure to look around to see if there was anything there, scenting the air even with my tongue though that didn’t garner much given the remains past the hole I’d slithered through. With what I suspected was a clear space to change safely I did and felt it come slightly quicker and easier though no less agonizing.
Once changed I stayed on all fours, stretching and limbering as I decided I needed to learn how my body moved. I jumped around, twisted even nearly crawled over the walls as I first learned how I could move. Instinct surfacing from that odd partitioned part of my mind as I continued to move and to my shock I realized I’d been woefully under utilizing my body’s potential. It shocked me how fluid my movements became and when I kicked for the first time I was surprised I could actually use my legs like that.
Then I scowled as I felt the... amusement? radiating out from that strange closed off part of my mind. Was it another part of me? A collection of the memories, information, skills and instincts that the memory assault in the conscious void had implanted in me? Or was it already there when I first gained consciousness?
I realized I felt some how... incomplete. That partitioned section of my mind now showed me I didn’t have all that I should have woken up with. Something was wrong or…
I paused as my trailing thoughts went down that path… did I have to max out my race to gain that part? Or was it simply a part of myself I wasn’t allowed to gain unless through this piece meal way it had provided instincts when I tried to at least learn what I was capable of?
It was frustrating not to have any answers but deciding I wouldn’t get anywhere just staying inside my own head I made my way into this new hallway that thankfully ended in a chamber with a few more ways out.
“Ma boi, wotz dat?” I heard a grunt when I had fully entered the chamber and my eyes were drawn to the figures sitting around what appeared to be a metal cylinder with fire inside it. Their voices caused my ears to itch something fierce though. They were tall broad shouldered and with tusks jutting down from their upper jaws that curved outwards to the front of their faces.
Beady little eyes to peer over piggish snout and flappy ears on the upper sides of their heads as the three creatures there let out snuffling snorts and strange sequels as they looked at me. The one who’d spoken had grey fur over its head and shoulders while the rest that should cover its body had clearly fallen off.
“Can we eat it?” The healthier of the mangy brutes asked and I narrowed my eyes at them.
The one who hadn’t spoken only chuckled and stood up, taking a large bar of metal to wield as a club as it made it’s way towards me. It’s swaggering steps making it clear to me it thought me as no threat. The thing even grinned wide with its flat misshapen teeth when it notice my narrowed and unamused gaze on it.
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“It lookz like dem weak skins dunit?” It grunted at the others over it’s shoulder in mirth.
I raised a hand to point at its head and channelled as much of my eldritch energies into a flare as I could then spoke the command I wanted it to follow. “Die.” I growled and fired as powerful a flare as I could right into its face.
It squealed so high that it rang in my ears as half its face bubbled and melted, even bits of teeth, tusk and bone sloughing off from the caustic ability. It dropped the bar and I channelled another that I fired at its exposed chest throwing the creature off balance as it fell over and began to roll around trying to dislodge the energy eating into its very being.
The others stood up in shook and stared as I watched the creature roll around for a bit before I walked to it and picked the bar up. It continued to roll and I noted it was twice as thicker as a human’s proportions though corded with thick bulging muscles now that I was close enough for a closer look. Holding the bar in my hand I managed to stop the creature rolling around so I could see the opening hole in its chest and I slammed the bar down into it causing the creature to jerk as its insides were invaded by metal.
I then turned my gaze towards the other two who simply stared at me dumbstruck. Though I didn’t wait long for them to act.
I ripped the bar out of the gasping and dying creature at my feet and threw it at their barrel. The fur caught fire on the healthier of the pair and it ran around and rolled on the ground screaming and squealing to get put out. The older of the two had flinched away from the barrel when I’d raised the bar and so got away with just a few burns on its near naked flesh.
I looked down at the one gasping in death at my feet and noted they used what looked to be human skin for clothing. I wouldn’t begrudge them that at least.
“Flog dis.” The elder said as it turned around and made a break for it down one of the tunnels.
‘Well I now know were not to go at least.’ I thought to myself as I moved on to fire a few normal flares at the one smoking and rolling on the floor whimpering. The surprise and I guessed unexpected manner of attack I’d used had bought me this sudden victory as I used a rock to smash the whimpering ones head in to finish it off.
Looking over the creatures I knew they might put up as much of a fight as that creature I’d first fought in the circular hallway I’d woken up in. Just the corded muscles showed these were very physical creatures which made me suspected they handled those pathetic humans I’d first met at least with ease.
I waited for a little while but getting no new tablet notification in the back of my mind made me mentally frown. Seems it really wasn’t all that easy to level up my race… was it due to the effort involved or something else?
I pondered on that as I made my way down a random hallway that wasn’t the one the elder had ran down. I wouldn’t bother with anything not intending to kill me, I wanted to get out of here and these creature had sounded so dim I was certain I wouldn’t really get any answers from them anyway. At least none I could understand at least.
Then again I didn’t really need these creatures to give me answers. I’d rather be able to tolerate the sounds coming from their mouths but it did beg another question for me. How could I understand them? I’d somehow known the language the human had used and these things had spoken a broken version of it if I was right. Well despite these things, I’d get my answers in due time. Just hopefully from something sounding more pleasant to the ears.
-
Zogrush ran for all he was worth. His old body getting a sudden surge from the fear killers in his body when the gurgling squeals of his mentees had cut off so suddenly. They had been so young, so strong and talented. Only just back from their first successful hunts of the weak skins without weapons and having just made their first skin hip wraps. As was tradition.
He felt the weak water sting his eyes but didn’t care, they were worth him shedding weakness for.
His lopping stride taking him down the hallway to the tribe chamber the rest of the mighty rot tusks were. He had to tell the chief about that thing. He felt his spine shiver at the thought of that thing that had taken both Zatch and Thatch out with such ease it horrified him. And it’s voice.
It wasn’t natural by any means, it was like those things the weak skins called mutants but different. Those charged at them and fought them honourably with tooth and claw but that thing had just pointed and skin had started to bubble. So fast he hadn’t even seen it take down Thatch before he’d been falling onto his back with that horrid sound coming from him.
Even if it had looked like a messed up weak skin youngling but know he knew it was anything but and the chief needed to hear of it. They had to hunt it with all the tribe or they’d all die.
His old body screamed at him to stop but he couldn’t until he’d made it to the tribe chamber and he finally did make it. Crashing into the rubble barricade they had erected at the mouth of the hallway leading to their tribal chamber.
“Zogrush! Wot happened ta ya? Were are 'da youngnz?” Kitzmech asked in shock as he watched one of the oldest of their tribe panting in a heap on top of the rubble.
“G-get ‘da chief!” Zogrush groaned from the heap he was now, his breath coming in great bellowing gasps for air. His body too weak to even move as the glamour of his arrival sent ripples throughout the tribe. He’d made it.
“Wot ‘n da hells iz happen'n ere?!” The chief bellowed as he left his tent, made of the weak skins he’d hunted over his long life. A sharp piece of metal he’d fashioned to chop and cleave through flesh dangling at his hip. His beady eyes widening at the sight of one of the tribes elders lying there in a heap. “Zogrush?” He grunted in confusion as he looked around and clearly noted the elders mentees missing.
“Zogrush... where a‘da Boiz?” He asked then noting the terror in the elders eyes as the old Bogre raised a shaky hand up to his chief.
“It wuz horrible someth'n out 'der an it tore em apart.” Zogrush burbled as his heart beat became erratic. He was much to old for the mad dash he’d made to get to the tribe chamber and he knew his heart was giving up with how it began to stutter.
“Its a black terror, it lookz like 'da weak skins but it burns wit' a gesture. I saw Thatch's face melt off.” Zogrush whimpered as his gasps also took a painful hitching. He had to get his message out or their tribe would be doomed. “Its ‘n ‘da tunnels! Hunt it chief or it 'll kill us all.” He said before a grunting squeal left his lips as he went limp.
The glazed eyes staring up at his chief in terrified hope.
-
Tap tap tap
I sighed as I continued to wander aimlessly through the hallways, the tapping of my bare feet on the ground making the noise follow me. Rethinking my decision to not go after the old creature I’d let go. As near painful as it was to listen to the way they grunted and squealed their language and how my ears itched hearing it, perhaps I should have just sucked it up and gotten some answers from it.
Instead I decided to practice with [Void Flare], something I could do now at least, both in trying to quickly over empower a flare as well as to push against the very limit I could and I did make a few discoveries. For the first part when I kept the flare in my hand as empowered as it could be it appeared like a small ball of black fire which did explain why it was so hard to see the attack in the dark and dingy environment of… wherever I was.
Secondly if I just held a normal flare in my hand it almost coated my hand which I mentally grinned at. This would make my blows more severe and would definitely have helped against the long creature but it was clearly situational.
Thirdly though I clearly needed more practice with this I had managed to almost make a string of the skill’s black fire. But it had dissipated almost as soon as I’d managed to make a string the length of half my pinkie finger but then it had all fallen apart to my immense disappointment. As I tried again I felt actual resistance from the skill itself so perhaps I needed to upgrade the skill or just level it up?
It did leave me with something to ponder over. Did my skills grow from practice or understanding?
My thoughts came to a screeching halt when I heard a loud bellowing squeal echo through the hallways I’d come from. I looked over my shoulder and frowned. I continued to stare back before my ears picked up a sound in the direction I’d been headed.
It was indistinct but sounded a bit like… running?
I quickly turned and sprinted down the hallway, my unnaturally long legs eating up the distance as I searched for the source of the noise.
It took a bit of time as I sprinted tirelessly down the hallway before having to come to a screeching halt as I almost ran out into the empty air of the large chamber it had lead to. I stared wide eyed at the several humans and other creatures panicking bellow. The hallway had just come to a complete halt and there was no way down I could see but then my ears picked up what they were panicking about.
“The Bogres are on the war path! Flee!” A large man in blue robes like the ones the leader of the invaders had worn caught my eye immediately and all the frantic fleeing came to a halt at the growl I let out of me.
They all looked up but the man in blue robes was the first it seemed to realize I was looking at him with fury in my eyes. “You!” I growled low as I stepped to the very edge of the opening to let the human see me clearly as I spoke. “Were am I? Why did you invade my domain?!” I roared and saw the many people fall to their knees in distress at the effects of my voice.
The man in blue robes just stared at me aghast. “What have they done?” I heard him mutter before I suddenly turned at the sudden sound of stomping feet.
I turned just in time to see one like the creatures I’d killed before come charging at me as it slammed its body into me and took us both over the edge. It’s bellowing grunt of challenge turned to a squeal of confused terror at the sudden change after going over the edge. I managed to use that chance somehow to manoeuvre myself over so that I came crashing down on top of the creature as we landed hard on the ground.
The impact sending me tumbling off of the creature and into the middle of a rubble I suspected doubled as some sort of hovel if the screeching human fleeing from it was anything to go by.
I slowly got out of the rubble grunting in anger and annoyance, my body throbbing and aching. I was starting to wonder if I just shouldn’t be death incarnate to these disrespectful shits. My enraged eyes landing on the weakly grunting creature that whimpered a little as it got up from the heap it had landed in. “Do I have to kill you all to get answers?!” I snarled at the creature which flinched at my voice before it screamed as the empowered flare hit it directly into the middle of its face.
My ire lessened slightly as I watched the things screams turn into gurgling whimpers as some of the flares energies caustic effects carried on down its throat as most of its face melted off. I walked over to it as it clawed at its throat while it lay on the ground. I reached down and saw the fear radiating in the lone remaining eye of the creature stare up at me.
I didn’t care and ripped its head off, using another flare at the back of its neck to loosen the spine enough for me to do so. With a disgusted huff I tossed the head to the side and looked up to where I’d been so unceremoniously tackled from and saw two more of these… Bogres stand there staring at me slack jawed and I roared up at them. They flinched and ran back down the hallway I’d come from. I snorted in derision before I turned to survey the creatures and humans that had been so busy trying to flee all frozen in fear and staring at me.
[Void spawn level up! Level 3 achieved!]
[You’ve gained the following for this level. +4 (+5) stat points and +1 (+1) skill point gained!]
I flinched myself at the unexpected level up and was about to happily spent the points when one of the humans screamed and everyone started running again. I cocked my head to the side at that and looked around to see what they were fleeing from before I realized they were fleeing me. I snorted again though this time in amusement, at least these creatures knew not to fuck with an elder god, infant or no.
I was about to lunge at the closest one so I could get some answers when I stumbled and fell to my knee as a wave of dizziness overcame me.
What was this? Why did I suddenly feel so weak, listless and… hungry.
I turned and began to claw into the corpse of the Bogre and began to devour its flesh with gusto. It tasted soooo goooood, reminiscent of something that one of the memory assaults from the conscious void told me was something called pork.
I continued to rip into and devour as much as I could, relishing a meal that actually tasted good for the first time after eating the foul long thing before. I didn’t notice the quiet that came over the chamber when its original inhabitants had left, taking my pause to feed as their cue to flee.
I’d ended up finishing almost half of the creature and as I was rubbing my stomach in satisfaction I realized one of these Bogre’s should be about the equivalent amount of food for me as maybe three or four humans given their thicker bodies. Not to mention they tasted a lot better so perhaps I’d start hunting them for food but I still felt annoyed when I realized the ones that could have provided me with some answers had used my hunger to flee.
It annoyed me to no end and I was starting to grow rather tired of humans, perhaps I’d relegate them to the same category I was putting these Bogre’s into. That of annoyingly loud food.
I decided to move over to one of the humans that had died due to hearing my voice and leaned down to rip the tattered cloth it had wrapped around itself to wrap around myself. Maybe if I covered myself like they did they might talk to me when I next found them?
With that done I decided to spend only six of the stat points I’d gained. Taking the time to figure each effect of the last three stats I’d yet to raise.
When I raised wisdom to 12 I felt my thoughts come easier and faster if only slightly but still just enough to be noticeable. When I did the same to willpower I felt my mind somehow firm up and the parts that had expanded beyond my mind seemed more… perceptive of my surroundings? It was hard to put into words really but strangely enough presence didn’t really produce any noticeable effect which left me a bit stumped on what it actually did.
I was about to spend just one skill point to unlock [Invocation] when the annoying itchy squeals of the Bogre’s rumbled into the chamber again.
I turned in the direction I’d heard it come from and sighed a little. “Can’t you leave me alone? I already ate.” I muttered disgruntled at the persistence of these strange creatures.
“Dat's da oun! It... did it juz eat korbil?” One of the ones that had ran from the opening said as four of the Bogres entered the chamber, two huffing with exertion and the other two wielding flat metal bars.
“It doz look like dem weak skins huh?” One of the Bogres holding a flat metal piece grunted as it and the other took a step forwards and both grinned widely. “Letz kill it!”
I furrowed my brows as I channelled all the energies I’d managed to recover from devouring the previous Bogre into two flares in either of my hands. I kicked the severed arm at my feet at one of them to understand what those things in their hands were and seeing it cleave through the thick corded muscles of the Bogre arm widened my eyes.
Without much thought I sent both flares hurtling at both Bogres hoping they’d either not block or if they did block that the flare would work as well on metal as it did with flesh.
One blocked with his metal and to my disappointment it only grunted from the impact, the metal only having a small scorch mark on it as a result. Thankfully the other hadn’t been fast enough and had gotten the flare right to the throat.
“Bitchi!” The other cried as it saw its companion fall to its knees and gurgle as its own throat sizzled and burbled. The liquefied flesh seeping through its thick fingers as it tried to staunch or smother the effect to no avail.
I sprinted at the other as it stared in horror at its companion only to be thrown to the side as the winded ones threw rocks at me. The pain flared up my side were a rock had impacted it and I was buried in the refuse and rubble that made up the hovels in the chamber.
“D-did I get it?” One of them asked surprised and hesitant before squealing a yelp of surprise as I rose from the rubble roaring my utter and pure hatred these Bogres had instilled in me for them.
“I’ll devour you all!” I roared as I sheathed my hands in [Void Flare] and charged them. This time making my movements as erratic and confusing as possibly by moving in ways I was rather certain a human wouldn’t be able to.
The Bogres squealed in horror as my hands almost ripped through the side of the last to wield metal as the other lay gurgling to death on the floor by now. That one grunted and moved its hands over to its torn open sides to hold its guts from spilling out allowing me to grip a tusk and break it off. It didn’t get much of a chance to cry out in pain from it as I rammed the tusk right into its eye as deeply as I could before moving on to the other two.
The last two could only watch in horror as the other slumped to the ground right as I was upon the last two. My claw tipped fingers singing into both of their throats and ripping them out. I gripped one by the tusks before it feel down from falling first on its knees and brought it face to face with my eyes. “I’ll enjoy eating you.” I growled at its terror filled face before wrenching on its head till it too came loose and popped off.
I stood on top of my kills and roared my wrathful triumph over these creatures. Then I dug in with gusto, my hunger resurfacing at the reckless expenditure of energy, making sure to rip out each and every heart and devoured them like a delicacy. I then moved on to their tasty flesh until I was full to bursting, though I made sure to keep one eye on the hallway they’d come from in case more decided to ruin my day.
With a huff I sat on the belly of one of them as I ate its arm and pondered on what to do. Deciding what to use the last three stat points I had left I spent them on upping Agility, Reflexes and physique up by one feeling the change less than before. Perhaps it was a lot more noticeable with more points.
Though I did decide on a plan, I’d make sure I’d bring all the stats up to 20 before I made any more drastic changes as it sounded like a good idea to double the foundation I’d started with. As good a plan as any I supposed and that partitioned part of my mind seemed to thrum with enjoyment at the idea so I figured it was a good one.
At least it was a plan to follow for my stats but then I came to the skills and as I was about to spend the one point I’d decided to spend, that part of my mind rattled me with negative emotions which made me halt. Was there something that I needed before I could get the skill?
If there was a prerequisite I’d sit on the skill points for now at least but I did note I’d gotten a notification without realizing after dealing with the Bogres and it cheered me up a little.
[Through repeated practice and effort you’ve managed to level [Void Flare: Basic] to level 3!]