Kaelen stood alone in the dimly lit room of Lock & Loaded, his thoughts swirling as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. The gun shop he co-owned was quiet now, a stark contrast to the noise in his head. The nanite had been an intrusive presence for a while, but something nagged at him—he had never fully understood the abilities it had unlocked for him. That had to change.

“Nanite,” Kaelen muttered, feeling a knot of frustration in his chest, “show me my abilities.”

The nanite’s voice responded, cool and detached, like a machine that had no regard for the tension Kaelen felt.

Host: Kaelen Valrath — Abilities Overview

Hemomancy (Blood Magic)

Manipulate blood within and outside your body to heal or create offensive constructs.

Siphon life force from enemies by manipulating their blood.

Create blades, shields, and spikes from your own blood or the blood of others.

Energy Drain

Drain mana, stamina, and psychic energy from multiple targets within a 5-meter radius.

Can incapacitate enemies or replenish your own resources, especially effective against weakened or non-magical beings.

Glamour

Through eye contact, control or manipulate the emotions of weak-willed individuals.

Dominate minds as long as eye contact is maintained. Ends when you blink or lose focus.

Soul Weapon: Bloodbound Gun

A semi-automatic firearm that materializes in your hand, summoned from your blood.

Ammunition is forged from blood, changing in power depending on the amount used.

The gun can be modified with elemental attributes: fire, lightning, or plasma, depending on the intensity of your intent.

Light Manipulation

Heal wounds and rejuvenate energy by channeling light energy.

Cloak yourself in light, becoming invisible to the naked eye.

Generate beams of concentrated light, capable of burning through metal or organic matter.

Summon radiant plasma to electrify and incapacitate opponents, or form protective barriers of light.

Telekinesis

Move, manipulate, and crush objects or opponents with your mind.

Levitate yourself or others for brief periods, using sheer willpower.

Telekinetically disassemble mechanical devices or weapons.

Transformation: Dragon Form

Partial Form: Enhance your physical body with draconic features—scales, claws, wings. Increased strength, durability, and reflexes.

Full Dragon Form: Transform into a fully-fledged dragon, gaining immense physical power, flight, and access to devastating breath attacks (light or plasma). Full transformation drains mana significantly.

Domain of Influence

Create an aura of reality distortion, increasing your luck and influence on the world around you.

Social interactions and negotiations shift in your favor.

Passive mana regeneration while the domain is active, with negligible energy cost.

Kaelen stared at the list, feeling his breath catch. Energy drain? He hadn’t known half of these abilities existed. His mind buzzed as he took it all in. I can turn invisible... I can heal... and I have a domain that changes reality? The nanite might have forced its way into his life, but the advantages it granted were staggering.

"Nanite," Kaelen spoke again, his voice steady but curious now, "activate Domain."

Host: Command confirmed.

Host: Domain activation.

For a moment, the air around him shimmered, as if reality itself had warped. The sensation was subtle but unmistakable. It wasn’t a drain on his mana as he expected—instead, Kaelen felt... energized. His senses sharpened, and an invisible aura seemed to settle around him, amplifying his presence. The world itself seemed to bend slightly, as if it wanted to yield to his whims.

By the time Kaelen arrived back at the Black Fang club, his domain still active, the vibe inside was lively. The neon lights flickered, reflecting off the polished floors, while bass-heavy music thumped in the background. The familiar scent of booze, smoke, and sweat filled the air.

Draken was lounging on a couch in the corner, casually puffing on a blunt. Beside him, Kunai sat, idling. Seraphis, in her human form, was leaning back with a smug grin, mid-conversation. A half-eaten wyvern heart was in front of her, its thick blood staining the table.

“And I conquered both my bonded and the princess," Seraphis was boasting, her voice brimming with pride. "Victory belongs to the mighty dragon."

Kaelen approached just as Draken glanced up at him, a flicker of pity in his reptilian eyes. “Yo, you want a hit?” he asked, offering the blunt.

Without hesitation, Kaelen took it, grateful for the distraction. As he inhaled, he felt the soothing burn of the smoke in his lungs, drowning out Seraphis's continued bragging. Loren was nearby, helping Trap Icy with her makeup. The two of them were chatting quietly, Loren’s fingers deftly braiding Trap’s platinum-blonde hair into cornrows. The style looked good on her, Kaelen noted, as he passed the blunt to Kunai.

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Just then, Don Cappo entered the club. His presence was commanding, his posture straight as his long tail flicked behind him. The kobold crime lord was dressed in his usual dark suit, the sheen of his emerald scales catching the light as he walked toward Kaelen.

“Kaelen,” Don Cappo said, his voice low and smooth, “I’ve got a proposal. I’m putting in a large order of edibles for my casino, and Draken’s fairy dust would do well on the high-roller tables. But there’s something else.” He paused, his golden reptilian eyes gleaming. “I’ve got a seat open at the high-roller table tonight. Care to try your luck?”

Still feeling the subtle hum of his domain active, Kaelen smirked. “I’m in,” he replied, already anticipating how the night would unfold. He followed Don Cappo out of the club, with Draken giving him a knowing grin as they left.

The Abyssal Vault Casino was a marvel of high-end decadence, an underground den carved deep into the bedrock of Ravetham. Black obsidian walls shimmered under the glow of floating crystals, casting an otherworldly light over the vast, bustling floor. Exotic species mingled around every table—elves, ghouls, oni, vampires—each lost in their own games of chance and fate.

Kaelen was led through the casino, past the rows of gleaming slot machines and card tables, toward the high-roller room. The atmosphere here was different: quieter, more intense. The lights were dimmed, and the low murmur of voices filled the air, accompanied by the soft clinking of crystal glasses and the shuffling of cards.

The high roller table stood at the center of the lounge, a massive onyx slab inlaid with intricate silver patterns, forming an ancient symbol of fortune and fate. The chairs were not simple seats but thrones of leather and metal, crafted for comfort and intimidation alike.

Kaelen’s eyes swept across the players already seated, each of them a figure of influence and danger in their own right:

Julien D’Arnot, a human aristocrat with perfectly styled dark hair and a sharply tailored black suit. His pale blue eyes were focused with an intensity that bordered on arrogance. Every move he made was calculated, the twitch of his lips forming a faint, knowing smile. Julien came from one of the wealthiest families in Ravetham and was known for never backing down from a challenge.

Melisande Arwyn, a high elf with long golden hair that shimmered in the dim light. Her emerald eyes gleamed with intelligence, and her expression was one of serene detachment. Her every motion was graceful, precise, a testament to the centuries of practice she’d accumulated in both games of strategy and diplomacy. Melisande’s high elven bloodline gave her an air of regality, though Kaelen noticed a sharp cunning behind her calm exterior.

Vrogoth, a tiefling with crimson skin and jagged black horns that curled forward, giving him a menacing presence. His molten-gold eyes flickered with irritation as he stared down at the table. Wearing a fur-lined coat and adorned with silver chains, Vrogoth radiated aggression, his tail thrashing slightly behind him. His patience was wearing thin, his losses mounting, and it showed in the nervous twitch of his fingers.

But it was the dealer, Zareth, who truly captured Kaelen’s attention. Zareth was a Rakshasa, his feline features both regal and unnerving. His orange fur, striped with black, shimmered under the lounge’s dim lighting, and his sharp, claw-tipped fingers shuffled the deck with an unnatural grace. He wore a white suit tailored to perfection, with intricate gold embroidery along the cuffs. His predatory gaze, those unnervingly piercing amber eyes, lingered on Kaelen as he approached the table.

“Ah, Mr. Valrath,” Zareth purred, his voice smooth and dripping with a subtle menace. “Welcome. It seems the evening has become even more interesting.”

Zareth’s sharp smile never wavered as he deftly shuffled the cards, each flick of his claws whispering through the air. His movements were impossibly precise, as if the cards themselves obeyed his command. Kaelen could feel the weight of Zareth’s gaze on him—this was no ordinary dealer. There was something ancient, something powerful lurking behind those feline eyes.

With the players settled, the game began. They were playing Eidolon Poker, a high-stakes version of poker that wove magic and deception into its very rules. The stakes were 50,000 gold chips, but the true currency at this table was far more than mere money. Power, reputation, and the manipulation of reality itself were on the line.

Kaelen sat calmly, his Domain still active, quietly influencing the odds in his favor. He pushed forward his bet with a confident ease, matching the stakes without a second thought. The others followed suit, though there was already a palpable tension at the table—Kaelen’s first hand was a win, and he could sense the shift in the room.

Julien D’Arnot, though calm, narrowed his eyes slightly. His carefully composed expression betrayed a flicker of doubt as he studied Kaelen. Melisande glanced at her cards, her serene mask holding firm, though Kaelen could see the faintest hint of intrigue in her eyes. Vrogoth grunted, tossing his cards aside in frustration as his losses mounted.

Zareth’s smile twitched slightly, though he remained composed. The Rakshasa’s claws moved like liquid as he dealt the next hand, but Kaelen could feel the subtle shift—Zareth was trying to control the game. The dealer’s magical aura was unmistakable, attempting to sway the cards into favoring the other players. But Kaelen’s Domain pushed back, reality itself bending to his will and nullifying Zareth’s interference.

Hand after hand, Kaelen continued to win, his pile of chips growing larger with every round. The other players grew visibly more unsettled. Julien’s smile had faded, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the table in frustration. Melisande maintained her composure, but her moves grew more calculated, more deliberate, as if she was searching for any chink in Kaelen’s armor. Vrogoth, on the other hand, was barely containing his rage, his tail thrashing violently as he cursed under his breath.

It was Julien who finally broke the tension. His sharp, aristocratic voice cut through the air, laced with disbelief. “No one has that kind of luck, Valrath.”

Kaelen leaned back in his seat, a smirk playing on his lips as he met Julien’s icy gaze. “Maybe it’s not luck.”

Julien’s frustration was palpable, but before he could retort, Zareth intervened, his voice smooth but with a distinct edge. “Perhaps we should change the dealer,” the Rakshasa purred, his predatory eyes gleaming with challenge.

Julien eagerly took up the offer, stepping into the dealer’s role with a clear desire to control the game. But even as he dealt, Kaelen’s Domain continued to work, bending fate in his favor. Hand after hand, Kaelen’s pile of winnings grew ever larger, and the tension at the table became almost unbearable.

Melisande finally stood, accepting her loss with a graceful nod before taking her leave. Vrogoth, meanwhile, slammed his fists on the table, his molten eyes blazing with fury as he stormed out, his curses echoing through the room.

Julien, now pale and visibly shaken, was the last to fold. His hands trembled slightly as he watched Kaelen collect his final winnings.

Zareth, watching from the shadows, allowed himself the faintest smile as he addressed Kaelen. “It seems you’ve had quite the night, Mr. Valrath.”

Kaelen stood, feeling the power of his Domain still humming in the air around him. He had not only won the game—he had bent reality itself to his will. As he left the casino with Don Cappo, his mind was racing with possibilities. The Abyssal Vault had been a test, but this was only the beginning of what his newfound powers could achieve.