Armed with a bow and short-sword I am being pushed to a white ant again.

Ignoring the destractions I make sure not to attract it with any sound this time.

I think of Tim, but know mimicking his bow spin is just asking for trouble.

Without any grace I take my time to slowly aim straight for the ant.

The pull of bowstring is starting to tire my arms so I deside to let the arrow fly.

With a bit of a shock I can see how straight the arrow flies to the ant. Sure it would not hit it in the eye. And the close distance is helping. But at least it's going right towards it!

The uforia takes a dive, kind of like how my arrow started to fall at the end.

In the short distance between me and the ant the arrow took a nosedive right in front of the ant. Wondering what happended I remember how the other kids seemed to shoot way to high but still hit the target.

Breaking out of my daydream I start grabbing another arrow but break of my aim. I chose to dive away instead of feeding the ant my boot again.

Switching to my blade I search for the whispers from my blade.

Nothing, not even the slightest hint of any guidance.

Without any time to think, or any whispers to guide me I mindlessly step aside and deflect the bite, leaning in to stab the ant in it's throat. The tiny thing pinnend to the ground by the sword sticking through it's neck in the ground.

Heh? I turn around and see the teacher stare at me mouth open.

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Right on queue the earth starts to tremble and open. I see a supprised miller behind a collapsed wall holding a knife untained by blood. The deer running away. Black smoke rising out of a ritual circle. The other's are running away behind the deer, not to cath it, but in a panic.

With one last look behind me, I think of my classmates sepparated from me by solid rock. Like a tourist, maybe more like a prisoner, I sit down and try to watch the white smoke roll in towards the black smoke.

The black and white spirit's fight is the only thing that changed without my intervention. Clearly, the first time the cultsts performed a ritual, but that wasn't even needed anymore. Even stabbing the miller isn't keeping the black spirit away from his fight. believe me, I tried!

Not quite understanding what they are doing or who's winning I can feel the ground shake and rumble with each clash. In the end I had to look away from the bright fight and uncomfortable heat.

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Just when the fire starts to become unbearable it suddenly looses it's heat and gray smoke flies all over the place.

At that point I start falling down through the gray smoke and feel a strong pull towards the dungeon crystal and my vision turns black.

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Sweat still dripping from me I wake up in my soul palace.

While I run out the room I can see that the invisible wall is still holding that phantom captive.

But it was also still feeling the wall for a way out, I did not want to stick around to see if it would manage.

While I run for the door, I can see the wolf is on the hunt.

Shockingly my biggest phantom grew even larger. I see it falling in and out of the dungeon core, but the things inside the mist got more daring. Now they are starting to grab the phantom.

As scared as I am of these things I avoid eye contact and run out of the room.

As I run out of the room a last look back confused me. I quickly try to look past the unreadable blue screen and focus on the phantom me behind it.

Achievement The Army of One

You were the only one to stand against the tide.

The last hope.

Having stood your ground as a (Blade Ant), you made good use of your given class.

The intuition for the blade grew in this fight, and only you stood in defence.

Massive efforts and mana were used to heal and support you to keep going.

Mortal wounds were closed, sharp limps lost and grown back sharper.

Exccess mana was used to bridge the gab between your capability

and the whispers of your [skill]

Fate did not give you favorable odds, but you prevailed!

You can burn mana to bridge the gab between your capability

and the whispers of your [skill].

The burned mana leaves as smoke through the eyes.

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Drawing in mana to heal comes easier to you.

Overhealing slowly clear's out inperfections of the body.

I can see phantom myself holding off hordes of ants while getting bitten all over. Losing an arm doesn't stop me and just slowly grows back. Eyes are burning blue and I make impossible movements to hold of the ants. Even getting run over I still manage to cut the horde down.

With that gruesome image I close the door to this horror show.