For several Days the beast roamed the outskirts of my village. It stuck to the shadows where we could not see it. The rest of the village was in blissful ignorance of its existence. I, however, was not and I had used [Soul Analyze] on it.

Name

None

Species

Dark Demonic Jaguar

Traits

Level

596

Razor claws

Cats reflexes

Feline swiftness

HP

14,875

MP

25,500

Str

510

MP Regen

1050

min

End

508

Agl

1011 +50

Int

255

Wis

105

Cha

40

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Con

594

I had checked its traits, and they did basic passive functions. Razor claws increased its claws basic sharpness. Its other traits were better reflexes and a slight increase in speed. I was less worried than before as it's level was significantly less than my dad's, but I remain vigilant. I would have to do my best to make him present when the beast attacked me.

When I used [soul analyze] it had startled the demonic jaguar and delayed its approach further. After a few more days it became bold again, closing the distance. One morning, my mother carried me about the village as she had started doing recently. I could see the orange glow in its eyes from where it hid in the woods. It no longer hesitated and rushed into the village.

It killed an elf with a spear the guarded the outside of the village. He had been bored and distracted. The beast claws cut through him like paper. Blood sprayed seemingly everywhere as it darted to the next victim. An elf that carried a dagger to help collect herbs had been collecting bark nearby. The Jaguar sank its fangs into his flesh but not before he managed to stab it with his blade. The injury, however, was not a mortal one for the demonic monster. The dagger had barely even pierced its flesh. There was more to a creature than what was listed in its stats and traits. It turned its gaze to my mother and me.

My father had already appeared before us with a short sword in each hand. He sized up the beast and took a stance with his swords. The fight that followed was too fast for my eyes to follow. My father struck the creature several times, but the wounds were not deep. They were almost scratches compared to how much damage it did with its claws to its helpless victims. My dad was fast enough not to be hit by the beast, but his weapons could not fully pierce its hide.

The fight seemed to be a perfect standstill, but the smart cat had waited for my father to circle it. The moment there was a path its bolted towards my mother and me. My dad closed the gap to block the beast. This was a trap, and my father was flung by a powerful paw strike from the Jaguar. It didn't even use its claws at all to increase the bouncing effect from the blow. It wasn't a skill or traits it used but a technique. One I had seen a house cat use to beat down its prey. The paw strike resembles the rolling of a wave and generates a shocking amount of power. Think of the Kill Bill Movies collapsing hand strike on the wooden board the female protagonist used. It's basically the same concept and creates a lot of force in a small space quickly.

My dad was thrown out of the way, and the beast resumed its hunt. As the beast appeared before me, my mother turned to shield me with her body. I watched as the monster's claws approached her fair skin. Everything began to slow down as I panicked. My mind and soul racing to find a solution to the problem. I could not lose her! I would not lose her! In my desperation, I did the only thing I could think of. I used my souls rings to press and stitch my mana to the only element I was in contact with, the air!

I could tell the process was sloppy and inefficient, but at that moment I did not care. I forced the beast to the ground with a hand that was made of wind as I subconsciously [soul spoke] "No" to everyone and everything around. No one could tell the hand of wind or the shout had come from me, but my dad wasted no time. He appeared before the beast whose head was pinned to the ground and stabbed into its brain through the eyes with his swords.

I had just enough time before I passed out from my mana hitting zero to see my father thank the elementals as only they could have used such magic. I only caught a glimpse of the prompts that popped up in my vision.

Title gained "True Elemental."

You are the first creature to be able to use elemental magic. The being all elementals hoped to create.

+10 efficiency and power of all elemental weavings, castings, or spells. + 10 to all skills or traits involving nature.

Elemental Weaving learned!

You can cast all elements that the user is in contact with at the time of casting. Warning! Elves cannot use dark magic as they are beings of light. Light and darkness react violently with each other and cannot coexist.

Skill created [Soul Accelerate]

By Sheer willpower, you forced your soul to process thoughts faster. [Soul Accelerate] imitates this by using mana to allow the soul to process more quickly.

1,078,993,773 exp( -98% status infant)

Congratulations!!! You have reached level 12.

+100 Hp for sentient reaching level 1 and + 5 stats per level.

I passed out unaware of the greatness of what I had accomplished.