I slid up from the door and took a step into the plunging darkness. The room here wasn't cluttered. So it was a pretty straight shot to the stairs. Carefully I crept forward. My ears were perked and my muscles were clenched. This was my first night here and I was a little on edge with everything. So much had happened and there was still a lot to process.

The building creaked as I set my foot on the first step. The sounds of wind rushing through tight crevices filled my ears, and my blood rushed. During the day, it didn't sound this bad. Maybe it's like this because it's night? Or perhaps it's my nerves.I didn't know what the answer was. Regardless I was on edge, and this wasn't helping. I pushed on further and got to the next floor and crept through the building. I nearly jumped out of my skin with each sound. But the worst of it all was the scent of decay that reached my nose. The scent of musk, and stone filled my nostrils, and it was pungent. It made me curious. Just how long had this outpost been here for? It was perhaps a question I didn't have an answer for, but i was quite curious

Rays of moonlight pierced the sole window of the outpost and illuminated the hallway. It was bright here. Even more so than a full moon back on Earth. It also made me wonder, just how long were the days here? I had a strange sense of the day taking longer than I remember, but I'm not sure, that could just be my body trying to adjust.

I made my way to the room that I woke up in and slid inside before pulling the door shut. I relaxed slightly at the sight of seeing a familiar sight. It wasn't much, but it was home for now. I wandered around the room for a moment Before walking over to the bed that had somehow managed to remain intact and sat down.

The light that had pierced the window here was bright now that I could see it. It was bright, almost like the sun was low on the horizon. Maybe like midnight in Alaska, at least what I’ve seen in pictures and what not. I settled into the bed, and my eyes swept across the tree line. So night time didn't quite exist here huh? That was something I'd have to get used to.

Everything looked gloomy, and sad. it was like a thin layer of gray miasma fell onto the trees, and shrouded them in darkness. Yet it was peaceful and the entire forest seemed to sleep. A soft sigh left my lips and I gazed on. My heart hurt a little bit. The sting of leaving Everything behind sat heavy. How my family? My job? Did people miss me?

It was a sobering thought. But I shouldn't dwell on that right now. I took a deep breath and shifted my eyes to the numbers that lined my vision. If this was like a game, then I'd have to mentally say ‘status’ right?

As soon as the thought crossed my mind, a screen flickered into existence.

Name: Calixa Wright

Age: 23

Races: Human

Subrace: Ghost/domain core

Class: --

Title: —-

Level: 1

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Stats:

Vitality: 10 Stamina: 9

Mana: 8 Constitution: Willpower: 15

Endurance: 10 Acuity:9

Insight: 1 Dexterity:15

Attunement: 7 Toughness: 13

Might:8 Perception: 12

Control:11

Passives:

Heat Resistance: Lvl II

Arcane Conduit : Lv l

Ethereal Frailty: Lvl I

Fleeting Presence: Lv I

Skills:

The Goddess’ Descent: Lvl I

Nether steps: Lvl I

The screen blinked in my eyes as my eyes drank in the words. They contained the basics like my name, and whatnot, along with the other stuff that my earlier encounter had brought. So this was like a game hm? Everything seemed to be pretty self explanatory outside of Insight, acuity, and attunement.

My eyes focused on them for a second, and another small string of words appeared.

Attunement: This stat determines your affinity with magic. The higher the stat the more easily mana flows within you.

Insight: This stat gives a deeper insight into the world and magic. What is hidden, could be brought to the light. But be wary, some secrets be left well alone.

Acuity: This stat determines how quickly your brain can process and work. This is a unique stat spread, as it has a small bonus to reflexes, but its primary purpose is to aid in the use of magic casting.

I nodded as I read the text. That would make sense. Though there seems to be a heavy stat regard for magic here. I let the thought of magic sit heavy on my mind for a second, and all I could think about was wands, or a man wearing a white robe. What was his name again?

Regardless I was beyond excited! This made my time on Earth feel so droll, and boring. But now, I had a chance to be something. Something more than I could have ever hoped to be as a simple chef. I felt some sense of longing in my chest, much like a burning fire. I could be something here. Something big, and I could have a legacy, Not just another person.

The exhaustion that was whispering in my ear faded to the wayside, and I turned my attention to working on this stat screen for a bit. While I didn’t have a single stat point to put into anything, I could still plan, and maybe work a bit on my title?

With my mind made up, I wandered over to my cot, and sat down on the cot. The bed creaked ominously as my weight pressed into it. Wow, thanks bed, I know I need to lose some weight, but damn. I rolled my eyes, and settled into my new bed.

The air here wasn’t cold. It was cool, like an early spring morning.It was relaxing, but the only thing that I didn’t enjoy was the smell. It was thick, and musky in here, that mixed with the clean air that seeped through the window. I’d crack it open, but I wasn’t going to take that risk during the night. Maybe in the morning I’d see if I could find a way to open it, and then I’d go from there. But now it was time to decide on a title, to get everything going.

But what kind of title do I want to have? What should I even do? The thoughts swirled around me for a bit as I pondered everything. Technically, I had a divine spark inside of me, which put me on the path of godhood. Which if you asked me, made me feel weird. Not only that, I held dominion over the realm of the undead, and magic, which is a weird mix in and of itself. What could I even do with that?