“It wasn’t until the autumn of 986 that Muler’s efforts finally bore fruit. At the expense of a hundred years and his entire family fortune, Muler had designed an internal combustion engine capable of competing with the steam engines of the time... “
“Conservative estimates from the Thorian diviners hired by Muler placed the natural supply of internal combustion fuels at around 40 years’ worth. The majority of what had once existed seemed to have been used up by several ancient civilisations. In the face of such limited resources, Muler was forced to turn to industrial creation magic…”
“In the end, it was not the familiarity of steam, nor growing pollution and health concerns, which killed Muler’s engine. It was the cost. It was so much more expensive to create the intricate compounds used by internal combustion engines compared to simple, base cala, that Muler’s engines never truly got off the ground.”
From “Muler’s Folly” By Humphrey Miller
8th Faril, Spring, 375th Year, 84th Era, 2nd Age (4 days later)
Nathan sat on a bench in the middle of Elder Ashbourne’s garden, a book laying open on his lap. From an outside perspective he seemed to simply be staring off into space. For those who could perceive mana however, the scene represented a display of skill which few could ever reach.
A sword, a spear, a hammer and a dragon twirled around each other in a minute long series of repeating motions which seemed halfway between a fight and a dance. The training routine was a simplified version of an artform called elemental ballet. Specifically, The Fall of Erriops. A ballet based on the collapse of an ancient Albic dynasty.
The true Fall of Erriops required four hundred mages and five different elements. The training routine however, greatly reduced the quantity of essence involved and only used one element, creating a series of increasingly difficult and complete renditions of the ballet which allowed anyone to practice the control skill for any element.
Nathan continued to animate the mana constructs as he tuned the page to the next routine. The first four routines had added the dragon, sword, spear and hammer respectively. There was a far greater jump in the fifth. It significantly increased the complexity of the dragon’s part while doubling the number of weapons to two of each kind.
Nathan paused his constructs as they finished their latest rendition of the fourth routine. With his eyes fixed on the page before him, and his soul focused on his constructs, he formed the additional weapons.
Slowly, they began moving in a new pattern. Despite being supported by both visualisation and multi-tasking, it would still take him a few days to get the hang of the new movements.
“Not bad for a first attempt,” came an amused voice from behind Nathan’s bench. The constructs dissolved as he jerked in surprise, turning to look at the laughing elder behind him.
“Was that really necessary?” he asked.
“Of course,” Elder Ashbourne replied, taking a seat next to Nathan, “Losing awareness of your surroundings while using magic is a bad habit to get into. It’s better to train a little slower and cultivate the right habits now, than learn the hard way when a monster bites your head off.”
“Right, so you made me jump to teach me a lesson, not at all because it was funny.”
“Naturally,” the sorcerer replied, with a grin. “As a dignified and powerful elder, I would never do something so childish as that.”
He chuckled for a moment before continuing.
“Setting that aside though, I think you’ve come far enough with basic mana control that we can start working on something a little more advanced: transmutation.”
“Like alchemy? Turning lead into gold, that sort of thing?” Nathan asked.
The elder paused for a few seconds before replying. “Evidently, not everything from your world carries over. Alchemy does involve transmutation but only indirectly. It is the study of compounds, substances formed when multiple sub-elements combine. Alchemists induce natural transmutation through purification and mixing.
“As for turning lead to gold, you could use alchemy to do it, in theory, by stripping lead down into its base elements and recombining them in different quantities. But it would be so horrifically inefficient that no one would ever actually do it. It also would not be transmutation.
“In magic, transmutation is the art of changing one element into another directly. It is impossible to transmute between true elements without a natural pathway for the transmutation to follow; You couldn’t turn metal directly into air for example.
“Even with a pathway, you need to be a mage grade cultivator and master of every element at every step along the way. And since most natural transmutations involve compounds, you’d need more elements and control skills than it is possible to get.
“What any mage can do though, is transmute between pure sub-elements of the same kind. Stone into clay, mist into ignis, that sort of thing. This is of particular importance with mana control as each of the seven schools of sorcery requires you to isolate and use specific kinds of mana.”
“But I’m not a sorcerer,” Nathan said.
“Not at the moment, but sorcery is pretty much the only use for mana control. Of course, you don’t have to walk that path if you don’t want to.”
“Well, it’s not like I’m going to say no to learning more magic.”
“That’s the spirit,” the elder said, holding his hand out, palm up, “Now watch closely.”
Nathan turned his attention towards the dense, head sized ball of mana that was gathering above the sorcerer’s hand. As he watched, a change spread through the ball, growing from a thousand different points.
The new mana was unlike anything he’d ever encountered before. It felt like the warmth of the sun and the smell of freshly cut grass and a good night's sleep, all rolled into an impossible ball of purple energy. He could, and indeed would, have watched it for hours if something hard hadn’t prodded him in the side of the head.
“What was that for!?” he asked, turning an offended gaze to the elder at his side.
“I did warn you to pay attention to your surroundings,” Elder Ashbourne replied, looking smug, “You never know what might happen.”
“I suppose you did,” Nathan sighed, rubbing his head. “What did you poke me with? It felt like a metal bar.”
“It would,” the elder had the kind of sly smile that Nathan was starting to associate with bombshells. “My stats are high enough that my body is several times stronger than any adept grade metal.”
Nathan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “You’d think I would get harder to shock, but you’d be wrong… So, what is this?” he asked, gesturing to the orb of strange mana.
“This is restoration essence. It is widely accepted to be the most pleasant sub-element of mana, which is why I’m showing it to you first.”
“What’s wrong with the other sub-elements?”
“Oh nothing, most of them are quite reasonable, except destruction. Restoration essence is just the only one which is actively pleasant. Regardless, what you need to do for now is try to pick out the restoration essence from the ambient mana in your surroundings, and gather it together. Once you can do the same for all six sub-elements, we’ll be able to make a start on actual transmutation.”
“So I need to focus on small scale perception until I can differentiate restoration essence, and then gather it together?”
“You’re almost right. However, ambient mana is a compound which you will need to pick apart. Unfortunately for you it is extremely stable. This won’t be nearly as easy as what came before,” The elder paused, a wry smile forming on his face. “No doubt you’ll still manage it in a fortnight or two.”
“Is… that a problem?” Nathan asked.
“No, no, not at all. Your progress is incredible, it’s just a little invalidating. It took me nine years to reach a degree of skill sufficient to earn level ten, and you are going to do the same in less than two seasons.
“It’s childish, of course, to compare someone starting from nothing to someone starting at level ten. But, even after more than 500 years and 200 levels, I’m still just a mortal at heart. Though I would like to think I’m slightly more self-aware than the average mortal.”
Over the next hour, Elder Ashbourne guided Nathan through several beginner techniques for focusing on essence in more detail. When he tried using the fourth technique, which involved shutting off his perception of all but a tiny amount of essence, Nathan felt the instincts that came from his skills flaring up. It wasn’t as targeted as previous instances, just a general feeling of rightness. The elder left him to his own devices after that, muttering something about unfair advantages.
After another half-hour or so, Nathan leant back on the bench and closed his eyes. In his old body, mental fatigue had been a vague, directionless feeling. In Kelric though, specific parts of his mind ached the same way a muscle might after a long run. His mind being a literal, if not quite tangible, thing probably had something to do with it. That and the literal telekinesis.
A few minutes later, when his mental muscles had recovered a little, Nathan sat back up and started feeling out the ambient mana again. Even without extreme pain as a motivator he found it incredibly easy to sink into the process of advancing his skills and let the hours slip away.
8th Saril, Spring, 375th Year, 84th Era, 2nd Age (1 day later)
“Surely you must have something better to do than follow me around,” Nathan said to Marius as they waited in the central hub of Miller Station.
“Much as it pains me to point it out, I really don’t. The Lord Elder rarely requires anything, there are no servants to manage, no arrangements to be made. If anything, I am glad of your presence as it gives me something worthwhile to do.”
“Oh… sorry. I didn’t realise that would be a sore spot.”
“It’s quite alright sir, you had no way of knowing,” Marius replied, turning to the left, “I believe Initiate Lucas has arrived.”
“Nathan!” The librarian’s voice cut through the bustle of the inner city’s main station as he strode up to them. In a stark contrast to his usual appearance, his black robes were as plain as they could possibly be while still counting as non-combatant dress.
Nathan raised a questioning eyebrow as they clasped wrists, the Kathreshi equivalent to a hand shake. “No title?”
“Well, I uh…” the initiate’s expression became slightly uncertain, “we’re fairly well acquainted and about to spend time together in a casual context, it seemed appropriate. If it’s a problem I can…”
“Oh god no. It hasn’t even been two weeks and I’m already sick of the things. I just don’t know what the rules are. It was annoying enough learning one set of social conventions, at least this time people actually explain things to me.”
“Right, I didn’t think of that,” the librarian replied, laughing and looking significantly more relaxed. “In that case, feel free to call me Lucas.”
“Noted,” Nathan said with a smile as they made their way to the line that ran out of the inner city.
“Still, how do I know you’re not secretly trying to butter me up to take advantage of my ties to House Ashbourne?” he added with obvious sarcasm.
Lucas snorted derisively, “As if you wouldn’t be able to tell. With the difference between our aura skills I’m basically an open book. How much influence could you possibly have anyway?”
“I mean, it wouldn’t surprise me if Elder Ashbourne did something insane out of a twisted sense of guilt, but I doubt that would extend to risking his own safety for the sake of yours. And he has relaxed quite a bit in the last few days.” Nathan turned to look at his chaperone, “Did you actually say anything to him Marius?”
“I could not possibly comment on the private affairs of the Lord Elder,” the butler said with a blank expression.
“So yes then,” Nathan said, smirking as he pointed dramatically at Lucas, “there you have it. No shenanigans for you.”
The librarian raised his hands above his head in mock surrender.
“Anyway, how’s your Visualisation coming along?” Nathan asked as they boarded their train.
Lucas’ expression brightened at the change of topic. “I’m not quite there yet, but I’m so close to level eight I can taste it. If I don’t get it by the end of next week it’ll be a rather depressing miracle.”
“What would count as a miracle in a world full of magic?”
“Pretty much any especially potent example of wizardry. Sentiment magic,” the librarian answered, shrugging. “The system or you or vampires. They’re not common, but they’re not that rare either, or the effects aren’t at least.”
The conversation flowed onward as they navigated the maze of hubs and connecting lines in the outer city’s underground network. It wended its way through various topics from mythology to the shadow roads of Albion. Eventually though, as they disembarked at the final platform, the conversation turned to an argument they had already had several times.
“I still don’t understand why anyone would settle for less than the full amount of essence per grade,” Nathan said.
As Lucas had gone on to explain on the day they met, the warrior grade provided multipliers to a stat depending on which elements you cultivated. The amount of essence you fused with dictated the strength of the multipliers.
Lucas rolled his eyes as he answered. “I can’t see why you don’t understand, if you get up to a one point five times multiplier, you get an achievement point. That’s why people do it.”
“I know that, but if every rel you fail to get is a rel that you will never get, why would you give up on perfect cultivation for a single achievement point?”
Lucas stared at him blankly for a few moments before a look of comprehension formed on his face.
“That’s why you don’t get it;” he said, “You don’t understand how rare achievement points are.”
“What do you mean?” Nathan asked.
“How long did it take you to get your achievement points?”
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Nathan took a moment to think about it, his Time Perception was far more accurate now that he had access to clocks. “About three weeks.”
“And that is your problem. Even with constant, dedicated training it takes a normal person thirty to thirty-five years to reach level ten in five skills. For the average person, with only five vitality, it takes a literal lifetime.”
“Huh. That certainly puts things in perspective.”
“Most ordinary combatants get their first achievement point by defeating a monster just a bit stronger than a mortal human should be capable of. And even with millennia of accumulated safety measures, a dozen people still die every year while making the attempt. After all, without any danger there would be no achievement.”
There was a lull in the conversation after that. In hindsight, the fact that he only got two achievement points from the ordeal he went through should have been an indication of their rarity.
“How did you get your achievement point?” Nathan asked as they stepped into an elevator.
“Galran caviar,” Lucas replied.
“You can get achievement points from caviar?”
“A small number of galran eels are raised in captivity in Atlantis,” the librarian explained, “they produce about a kilogram of eggs per year. They’re so expensive, so rare and so difficult to acquire that eating ten grams of the stuff is worth an achievement point. I still have no idea how my parents managed to get a hold of it.”
“I suppose that makes a certain amount of sense,” Nathan said.
“Achievement points are about impressing the historic consciousness. Displays of wealth or influence wouldn’t display anything if they weren’t impressive,” Lucas replied as they stepped off the elevator.
The elevator room was packed with people, despite being several times the size of the next largest Nathan had seen.
In spite of the crowding, a small pocket of space followed their group as they moved towards the stairs. Things were no quieter on the street above. It was as if someone had taken a busy day in London or New York and tuned it up to eleven.
Lucas had made a point of bringing them out of a station that would let them walk to their destination while facing the inner city. As he followed the librarian through the crowd, he found out why.
The buildings of the outer city were almost universally five floors tall because buildings taller than that were legally required to be supported by magic, which was expensive. The very first ring of the inner city however, consisted of ten storey buildings.
Things only went up from there, growing by five floors with each ring between the 23rd and the 5th. The sheer scale of it was only magnified by the multiple layers in each ring, with the outermost rings containing hundreds of thousands of towers each.
But the four innermost rings, even with only a single layer each, made everything else look tiny by comparison. The fourth ring alone reached two and a half times the 100 floors of the fifth ring. From there each successive ring grew by 250 floors, eventually hitting the 1000 floor High Council Building at the centre. The monster of a tower was so unfathomably huge, that even with ten scope, even looking right at it, Nathan couldn’t quite believe it was real.
And on top of that, some madman had decided to take it one step further. Each ring was a giant rhombus of buildings surrounding the previous one. Which meant that the outside towers of every ring, from Nathan’s position at least, showed two of their walls to those beyond. And on those walls was the artwork that Nathan had seen every day for the last week on his way to the library. From the outside though, the individual pieces came together to form a single impossible mural.
Warriors made from flowers and swords and mountains fought against monsters made from stars, trees and a thousand other things. The entire breath-taking spectacle was a monument to a kind of power that just couldn’t exist on Earth, and he was surrounded by millions of people who didn’t even look twice.
Thankfully, he could use multitasking and aethereoception to navigate through the crowd. Instead of standing around gawping like an idiot, Nathan did his idiotic gawping while following Lucas.
About five minutes into their walk two things happened at almost the same time. The first was his hand starting to tremble, which jolted his attention away from the inner city. The second was a notification appearing in his mind.
[You have been granted the REDACTED ability.]
[REDACTED 1st (REDACTED): REDACTED]
Prioritising the more immediate problem, Nathan sped up a little until he was level with Lucas, and tapped the librarian on the shoulder. “Finally done taking it in?” he asked.
“Not by choice, follow me,” Nathan replied, starting to push through the throng of people towards a nearby alley. As the tremors spread up to his shoulder, he began moving faster. He had just enough time to escape the crowd and lean against the alley wall before the trembling reached his legs.
“Are you alright?” Lucas asked, looking at him with concern as Marius took up a position in the mouth of the alley.
“Oh, I’m fine. It’ll stop in a minute,” Nathan reassured him, resting his head against the wall and closing his eyes.
“Does this happen often?”
“About once a day. They’ve been getting further apart though; it didn’t happen at all yesterday.”
“That’s something at…” Lucas was cut off by a crashing sound from deeper into the alley. They turned to look into the shadows and watched as a rather dishevelled man stumbled out into the light.
He was dressed in the same style of loose, simple clothing as Nathan, albeit of slightly lower quality and much, much dirtier. Several days of stubble covered his pronounced chin and he held a large glass bottle in his left hand.
The man stared at them for a few moments, blinking his bloodshot eyes. He squinted and then reached into his pocket to withdraw a small flick knife. “Gi… gib… gimme y’u money,” he eventually got out as he brandished the weapon in their general direction.
“Well, this is just stupid,” Nathan said, the man’s spiritual body and aura were even weaker than his own.
Lucas raised his hands, seeming to prepare for a fight, only for Marius to step straight past him. “You are aware that the penalty for attempted robbery, under the mortal codex, can be as high as life imprisonment?”
“Won’ do you mush goo’ if yer bleedin’ ‘n the floor,” the thief replied, trying and failing to keep his knife pointed squarely at the butler.
“Are you aware that I am a high initiate?” Marius asked, seeming more exasperated than anything else.
“Don’ lie t’ me ol’ man! Th’s ‘s yer las’ chance,” came the response, with all the confidence of someone far, far too deep into their cups.
“Very well,” Marius said with a sigh, “but you will not be getting any money today.”
The thief shouted incoherently as he lunged forward with spectacularly bad aim. He had barely taken a step forward before a wall of saltwater appeared and washed over him. The man was pushed to the floor, where the water took an unnaturally bulged shape on top of him, leaving only his head uncovered. Despite being under thirty centimetres of water at most, the would-be thief was pressed to the ground, unable to move.
“That was anticlimactic,” Nathan said as he walked up beside Marius. His shaking fit having ended part way through the attempted mugging.
“Indeed sir, it is almost as though a mortal tried to rob a high initiate. One would have to be profoundly stupid to not see this coming,” the butler replied, sounding quite annoyed.
“Well,” Nathan said, glancing at the man on the floor, “you aren’t wrong. Are you alright, Marius?”
“Oh, I’m fine, sir. It is just irritating to see someone throw their life away so pointlessly. Arhwa.”
Nathan blinked in surprise. “What? I don’t recognise that word.”
“It’s not a word,” Lucas said, having come to stand with them. “It summons the city guard. They all carry compasses enchanted with basic divination that detect people saying it and guide them towards the place it was said. The whole point is that it isn’t a word. That way people only say it if they want the city guard. That and it’s relatively easy to say if you’re being strangled or gagged.”
“So we just wait around until someone arrives?”
“Pretty much,” the librarian answered, “It shouldn’t be too long.”
“Well then,” Nathan said, taking a seat on an abandoned box that he wished he’d seen earlier, “what are we going to do? Do you have I-spy in Kelric?”
8th Saril, Spring, 375th Year, 84th Era, 2nd Age (same day)
Much as Lucas would never say it aloud, he was forced to admit that Nathan was profoundly strange. The most obvious, albeit least important, thing was his appearance.
His off-white skin, brown eyes and lack of truly prominent facial features all set him apart from any other human. Even his hair, while slightly more normal, was too pale a shade of brown for a southerner and too dark for a northerner. He wasn’t ugly by any stretch of the imagination, just different.
Nathan’s more significant oddities though, hid themselves just below the surface, invisible to those not paying attention. His aura perception gave him an almost unsettling level of insight into feelings of anyone around him with less than perfect aura control. And though a mere week was not close to enough time to truly fill in the blanks, the rate at which the void-walker devoured knowledge would seem more fitting in an adept, with dozens of mental stats, than a mortal.
The thing that was the strangest though, the thing that could only be seen by those who knew his true nature, was his bizarre calm. That a man subjected to such horrors could be so at peace mere weeks afterwards was more than a little disturbing.
Even now, minutes after they had handed the would-be robber over to the guards and continued on their way to their destination, he was teasing High Initiate Marius about his uniform. Something about “Victorian period dramas.” Whatever they were.
If Lucas were a bit more arrogant, he might have been offended that a mortal was so much less affected by being mugged than he was. That sort of stupidity was more the purview of house scions, though.
The void-walker wasn’t putting up a front either. Nathan’s utter lack of aura control left him as open to most people as they were to him. He was almost egg-like in nature; a thin shell of wonder, curiosity and sarcasm covering the void within.
It was difficult to worry too much however. Nathan brought an infectious, almost childlike enthusiasm to everything he did. It dragged you in and forced you to marvel at the things you had long since grown used to.
“What kind of name is the Bloody Chalice?” Nathan asked when Lucas stopped in front of a three storey, windowless building.
“I will concede that it’s a little on the nose for an inn run by a vampire,” Lucas replied, laughing at the void-walker’s excited expression as he opened the door.
“It’s quite small,” Nathan said, looking around the cramped antechamber.
“This room is just an intermediary to prevent sunlight from entering the main building,” Lucas answered as he shut the outer door, causing the inner one to unlock.
Passing through the inner door, they entered a room that took up the majority of the ground floor. Various tables and chairs littered the left half of the room, while a long bar stretched across most of the right wall.
Numerous paintings, drawings and other works of art hung from the walls. At a glance they seemed like simple decorations, but a closer inspection of the labels beneath them would reveal that they were originals from some of the most famous artists of the last five centuries.
A small stage stood at the far end of the room, covered with instruments but otherwise unoccupied. The rest of the room was similarly empty. In fact, aside from them, the sole occupant of the room was a large albino panther stretched out on the bar.
“Morning Felix,” Lucas said as it flicked one eye open to look at them. It stared at Nathan for a few moments before yawning and going back to whatever the low fae did in place of sleep.
Moments later, a woman in the form fitting clothes of a combatant walked out from the door to the kitchen. She had the paper white skin, long nose and slightly pointed ears of a northerner. However, her eyes, rather than being the pale pink colour typical of northerners, were blood red.
“Hello Lucas, I see you’ve brought me new customers,” she said, brushing an errant strand of white hair behind one ear.
“These are Master Nathan Fellwood and High Initiate Marius Lerrain. And this,” Lucas said, gesturing to the vampiric innkeeper, “is Evalyn.”
There was a brief moment of silence as Nathan’s eyes flicked back and forth between the vampire and the fae. Lucas braced himself. The void-walker was going to say something stupid. He could feel it in his aura.
“Your soul is extremely weird.”
Lucas ran a hand over his face as Evalyn gave the mortal a wide grin that revealed her inch long canines.
“Most people,” she said, “would probably be less candid with an adept, let alone an adept vampire.”
“How am I supposed to know you’re an adept? All you have is a history node, I can barely tell anything from that,” Nathan responded.
“You’re a bit old to not have the first-tier bonus for Identification, aren’t you?”
“What’s Identification?”
They all stared at the void-walker in surprise.
“How could you not have Identification?” Lucas asked.
“Lucas,” Nathan said in the kind of tone one would take with a particularly slow child, “you’ve seen my status.” He turned and looked at High Initiate Marius as well, “Both of you have. You know I don’t have Identification, whatever that is.”
Lucas shared an embarrassed look with the butler. “In our defence Nathan, the general consensus is that the system gives everyone level one Identification and Obfuscation from birth. Though I suppose this puts a pin in that theory… Unless you don’t count as being born.”
“Well, setting that aside as yet another thing to deal with later, I was promised, and I quote: The best pitaal in the city. Though I still think that southern-fried prawn curry would be an infinitely more informative name.”
“How could it possibly be more informative?” Lucas responded, suppressing his questions for later, “No one other than you speaks English.”
“I never said who it would be informing,” the void-walker answered with a stupid grin.
“Will you be wanting three portions of pitaal?” Evalyn cut in.
“Oh right, sorry Evalyn. That would be perfect.”
“Excellent,” the vampire said, returning to the kitchen, “sit anywhere you like.”
As they sat down at a nearby table Lucas used his Arcane Index power to search for in-depth studies on the Identification and Obfuscation abilities.
“There are few books in the library that might help you with Identification. I can get them for you tomorrow, if you want.”
Nathan looked at him in surprise. “Have you actually memorised every book in that library, or am I missing something?”
“I have a class power that gives me directions to books that meet any given criteria, so long as they’re in a library that I’m employed by. It’s the main reason why I was promoted from assistant librarian so young.”
“Huh, well now I’m jealous.”
A short while later Evalyn returned bearing three steaming bowls. Lucas watched in amusement as Nathan tried a forkful and then did a double take.
“Not to look down on Marius’ cooking, but you weren’t exaggerating about this were you.”
“Our food is provided by a caterer, sir. I’m afraid my cooking would leave much to be desired.”
“Well, there you have it, best pitaal in Kathresh. Ten out of ten, would get mugged again,” the void-walker said, laughing at their reactions.
Status
[Status]
Name: Nathan Emmanuel Fellwood
Age: 0
Species: Human (Void-walker)
Realm: Mortal
Level: 0
Strength: 4 (4/10)
Agility: 2 (2/10)
Vitality: 10 (10/10)
Tempus: 10 (10/10)
Scope: 10 (10/10)
Stat Points: 0 (0)
Achievement Points: 2
[Class/es]
Grade 3 Available
[Skills 8]
Aura Perception 1st Lvl 10
Language 1st Lvl 10
Mathematics 1st Lvl 10
Mana Control 1st Lvl 10
Memory Technique 1st Lvl 10
Multitasking 1st Lvl 10
Reading 1st Lvl 10
Visualisation 1st Lvl 10
[Abilities 9]
Echoes of the Barren Cosmos 1st (Innate)
REDACTED 1st (REDACTED)
Enhanced Aethereoception 1st Lvl 10
Enhanced Memory 1st Lvl 10
Enhanced Time Perception 1st Lvl 10
Insomnia 1st Lvl 10
Isolation Tolerance 1st Lvl 10
Lightning Resistance 1st Lvl 10
Pain Tolerance 1st Lvl 10
Trauma Tolerance 1st Lvl 10