Cassandra
Year 820 | Month 5 | Day 5
Before I do anything, I identify the man.
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Name: Zark Vlad
Species: Human
Level: 30(??)
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Looks like the restrictions on the invaders still haven’t allowed Tier 4s on Midgard. Which is good.
Without hesitation I kneel down and slam both of my fists into the ground, making red and black mist swirl up from the ground to form nearly a dozen large monsters. The monsters are all black and red in color and have various different forms, each of which being rather intimidating and covered in scales.
I give the monsters a mental command, ordering them all to attack the undead before I narrow my eyes on the invader controlling the undead.
“You’ve improved,” he says while looking me up and down. “A lot.”
“You clearly haven’t,” I state in response before activating The Calling of Wrath and starting the beast transformation.
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Due to your use of the skill The Calling of Wrath’s first effect, the following changes have been made to your status:
All stats while transformed will be doubled.
All attacks will disturb the Wrath energy within whatever is hit, causing it to run rampant in their body, sending very minimal amounts of true damage to various parts of them.
The Temporary Skill ‘Call of Wrath’ has been given to you to use once. This skill will release all of the Wrath built up within your body at once in a single breath attack. However, the longer you have been in beast form, the weaker the breath attack will be.
These changes will last either till three hours have passed, or you use the Call of Wrath skill.
Note: Whether you use the skill or not, it will vanish once you revert back.
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And the usual pain fills me immediately, following which I feel my vision rising higher and higher until I find myself at about five or so meters in height by the time the red and black mist fade. I then look at myself to find that I’ve turned into some sort of land dragon. One with black scales and a faint crimson light leaking out from underneath the scales. I also have a tail that seems to be pulsating with wrath energy, and is both red and black in color.
This form will do nicely.
I turn back to the invader, who is currently reeling slightly in surprise and some minor fear. But the fear vanishes rather quickly as he narrows his eyes.
Let’s see how long that lasts.
I let out a roar and begin charging towards the man.
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The Capital of the Duchy of Viette
Year 820 | Month 5 | Day 5
Moments ago
Robert Fellhart narrows his eyes the moment he senses a familiar presence entering the Duchy.
She’s back.
Without hesitation, he ditches the council meeting he is in, leaving the war council members startled as he rushes out the door and jumps straight into the air, flying towards the border of the Duchy. And he doesn’t stop flying throughout the entire trip, instead going faster and faster until he finally gets within sight of a large battlefield.
He pauses for a second in surprise at the sight of the dozen or so large dinosaur-like monsters made of pure Wrath energy fighting the hundreds of undead. But the sight that surprises him even more is that of Wrath turning into a massive land dragon. One that looks a lot lither than most dragons would be, with a build meant more for speed and maneuverability than pure brute force strength that a lot of other dragons have.
Then she rushes forwards, making the ground beneath her explode in a black and red mist as she does so. And it only takes her moments to reach Zark, at which point her entire body begins sparking with crimson lightning running all throughout it.
At first the lightning is no more than a mere electrical charge, but it continues growing and growing until it’s near blinding just to look at her.
“Zark!” Robert shouts as he rushes forwards again, but he’s too late as Zark is sent flying even after trying to counter her with a bolt of necrotic energy. One that is blocked by a single stray bolt of Wrath lightning before her raised claws strike him directly in the chest.
Damnit!
Robert quickly identifies the Embodiment of Wrath as he flies, and this time he realizes that her identify has changed from what it used to be.
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Wrath
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He grits his teeth at the realization that the Embodiment of Wrath has already passed the first checkpoint in her growth. The first percent of the Wrath Transformation.
Fuck! She can’t be brainwashed anymore! This ruins everything!!!
Robert feels his own anger growing stronger and stronger. Moreso than it normally would. And while he knows it’s a side-effect of identifying the Embodiment of Wrath – a heightened temper – he still can’t resist the effects due to the anger he’s already feeling.
From what he can sense from her life energy, she appears to be at the cap of Tier 3. The same level of strength that he and Zark are limited to.
But he can clearly see the pure power of a Sin as she follows Zark through the air and repeatedly slashes him with her claws, sending him flying back and forth across the sky with very little means of defending himself.
He is a grand necromancer after all. Not a class that is meant for close combat.
Robert continues moving faster and faster until he makes it just barely in time to save Zark from another slash of her claws, parrying the claw strike himself with his spatial fire infused fist. Then he rushes back and tosses Zark through a portal of his own making, leading to the man landing half dead back on Earth.
“Give me what’s mine, invader,” the Embodiment of Wrath’s voice echoes out through the area as the undead all fall to the ground, their master having left the planet, leading to Wrath’s monsters changing their focus to him instead, surrounding him within seconds.
And now Robert finally understands that he had been tricked into a trap.