[Earth Magic] [Stave] [Elven Language]

Tilda muses as she works. This one, also, was blank eyed, although they moved more. This one, also, gave less than expected, and she was uncertain of whether knowing how this kind of adventurer (Elf. Mage. Woman) speaks and writes is important. But it was something new to know. That was good enough. What she found strange was that these two were weaker in terms of Level than she was, but stronger in terms of... Statistics.

For some reason, she felt a vague disgust at that word. They were, despite her indifference to killing them, creatures. Creatures that thought, that knew. They weren't, and nor was she, a simple collection of numbers.

Tilda wasn't sad at the loss of life. Monsters eat, and are eaten. Adventurers kill, are killed, and sometimes eaten. She was, however, sad at the loss of knowledge. All she would gain from them are these skills, and strength.

Oh, and some of the things they owned. She would appraise them afterwards, to see if any of it could be useful. The books on the shelves Zildra owned, Tilda suspected, were taken from adventurers.

They continued to work, silently.

The next (Human. Ranger. Woman) raised her (Yes, her... It was still thinking in it, before) blades, ready to attack, but she was dazed, and slow to react. Tilda leapt, cut her throat, and watched as she clutched it, daggers falling, before falling over, croaking feebly.

This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

Another thrust of her claws.

[Mapping] [Trap Detection]

Tilda sighed, and shook her head. Both were useful, but dubiously so. And another set of experiences, another wealth of knowledge that she would never be able to see, gone.

But Tilda cannot move forward if she doesn't become stronger. And nor can Zildra.

The fourth was the most saddening of all. Human. Male. Thief. Nothing gained, a wealth of experiences and knowledge lost. If Tilda could cry, she would have.

Last one. Human. Warrior. Male. Zildra motioned for Tilda to step back, and she did so, obediently.

"They can likely still think. And they're strong. Don't waste time with this one."

Tilda nodded. They all still had their weapons, and this one had a shield and axe, both readied. It felt like the life was strong. Tilda readied herself, and Zildra's eyes flared.

Immediately, the man rushed forward, shield upraised, axe raising. But he didn't have time to swing. A wave of power from Zildra, a surprised and pained look, a still deadly swing changed from downwards to sideways, and a brief convulsion as Tilda hopped over it, and stabbed at the back of his skull.

She frowned. She wasted no time, but she hoped that adventurers weren't like monsters. Her hand thrust forward...

[Axe] [Storage]

Tilda hopped around quickly, and her voice was jubilant.

"Ahhhh, Zildra will like this!" She was about to say more, but stopped.

Tilda knew more. This was obvious. But her newest knowledges were shocking.

Firstly, her body felt... Tight...

[Title: ███████████████ -> Blessing of Evolution]

And secondly, among the words that she could see from Zildra, at the same place as Tilda's...

[Title: Blessing of Adventurer]