The next day…
Aimer packed his bags, traveled between Guild and the Hospice to day unexpected message about his timely departure to his members and most importantly his mother; Aimer left Nobara in charge with a failsafe if anything were to go wrong in his absence. After everything said and done, following the Systems instructions once Aimer went out into the open he was transported.
EXT. LOSTWORLD
When Aimer opened his eyes, the world became familiar to him and when that fear became reality, you could imagine his reactionem; alone in a world swept away by mud; everywhere you look, for every extensive system for housing, transportation, sanitation, utilities, land use, production of goods, and communication—all gone.
What you could visualize though was this thick, grey-black mass of mist covering the entire plane, occupying the four cardinal directions: N, S, E & W.
In this world Aimer felt all variety of the darkest emotions: A world of sadness, a world of emptiness, a world of loss, a world of depression, a world of despair, a world of shame and total fear—the feeling was sickening, it makes you think how could such a thing happen, how can everything be completely decimated, it was like the world was in the bottom of a jar and someone poured mud into the jar, and unfortunately the mud stopped just at the apex of buildings. The only thing in view above ground level were little building tops all seemingly scattered like shattered glass; Aimer roamed this unknown world with one task.
But while roaming this world with his senses on high alert, his curiosity put him course leading to this particular building sticking out the mud; Aimer could see its pinnacle which reached higher than the others he'd seen so far. [Fade] appearing perched on the side, at the highest point on this tine structure, he spied above the fog and espied in the nucleus of the mist: a gold gaze. However the gaze was sprightly, for the short moment it was there it wasn't; the gaze moved meteoric excavating a feint yellow beam along its escape.
Aimer told himself 'you won't escape' and then gave chase to the scarcely perceptible gleam. This thing that Aimer was after, moved incredibly fast and quietly at that, showing no signs of slowing down given that they ran above a fairly dank surface. When this runner had reached city borders and into a vast, stretch of plain, was when Aimer came to closure that this area wasn't any better than the last just with a few less obstacles "in the way". And now he could take a good look at what he was dealing with.
{DING} Alas, the 'final task' is at hand, let's see how far you've come. Defeat The Warsun using its only weakness—sever it's horn: choose one item, one skill.
Reward - [Skill: Gvyntek, The Forefather]
"So this Warsun this System speaks of, those gold-eyes, it must be what I'm looking at. I can clearly see the outline of the horns but I can never see the creature itself," minutes after saying this to himself something snuck through the fog, an attack that Aimer was lucky to catch in his peripheral vision, and gladly because of [Lickto] his chosen item, the inevitable was avoided. Now it came off to Aimer that the Warsun, whatever it is, stayed within its enemies peripheral and that the portrayal he saw before was necessarily a mirage. Unfortunately, placed in a position to fight blindly that's where Aimers cloak came in handy, the "ultimate defense" safeguarding his blind spots.
[shling! shling! cling! shling! cling!]
[fwit! fwit! fwit!]
"Hey, how long are you gonna' keep this up? It's annoying enough you can't show yourself but pretty impressive I can't seem to get a hit off you!" Aimer leaped around throughout the fog but no matter he was always getting attacked from hit sides never in-front.
"You best watch your tongue human, it's only a matter of time before I shatter your defense," a voice resounded all round Aimer.
"And so it speaks, is this the limit of your capabilities?" his attempt to upset Warsun into reveling any other trick up its sleeve.
"Now that you said that, think I do," Warsun enacted a skill and a powerful force of energy erupted in the corner of Aimer's eyes.
"Tch, a skill that allows its user energy manipulation. Do tell," Lickto spread out like a bat, blocking both energy at both sides. It was clear by now Aimer was dealing with a monster out of his class and without [Truth-seeker] he couldn't either tell the level or title bestowed to the beast.
However he wasn't completely out of options, remember Aimer chose one item and one skill—well that skill was [Insight]. Due to this one skill which by now you know how operates, he blindly predetermined Warsuns' forays; his cloak in sync with his every thought—allowed no attack to cross.
Putting together his strength, defense and endurance—in addition to that 'little thing' he did before every attack struck; it was a slight maneuver, shifting his body against and around the attacks. A movement which required unwavering focus, an instantaneous burst of speed and limitless caution. But with great luck Aimer sustained no damage, even if Warsun was constantly remained outside Aimers' 'point of fixation' he whose been highly adept with the skills [Adapt] and [Animal Instincts] could pick up on the tiniest movements of the very atoms in the air, what makes you think Warsun's any different?
An infinity loop, that's what you'd call it because here, two things came to light: Warsun could never hit Aimer and Aimer could never reach Warsuns' horns—simply because he couldn't see him, the physical form of him. And this crossfire became never-ending.
[cling! cling! tzing!—clashing fades….]
[….clashing resumes—shing! ting! ting! boom!]
[clashing fades again….]
[then resumes—tzing! tzing! tzing! shhhhhhhhlingggg!]
12 hours later…..
The exchanges went on and on and on and on and on and again; Warsun had every one of Aimer's blind-spots covered and he wasn't any closer to figuring out how to deal with him.
"(Battle sounds) I've been holding out for as long as I can now and still there're no signs of it giving up its weakness. I thought I was the only one that could pick up on the slightest of movements but I'm not the only one. Seems Warsuns' just as similar, with every shift I make to my gaze he simply appear through the other corner of my eyes, which is a little frustrating…how, how do I defeat something I can never get a good look at? It's always my peripheral…peripheral…peripheral…peripheral! Maybe I haven't been using [Insight] to the fullest, given that I can predict where/when it'll attack, I just need to expand that view across my blind spots, then maybe I'll be able 'see without actually seeing' exactly where it'll be. Okay, let's do that [Skill activated: Insight]" Aimer to himself.
Intrigued, Warsun wandered around in the left hemisphere of Aimer's blind-spot, watching and observing this humans' actions, at the same time making sure not to cross the 'line' which would take him out of his skill and out that 'Peripheral Dissolution' effect it had on Aimer, "What's this, what're you up to human? You seem to be at lost. Well, if your just gonna' stand their with your eyes shut… I'll gladly enjoy this with pleasure," Warsun, he said with joy then intended to strike down Aimer who he thought stood still when he sensed his voice, that small voice in your head, 'danger'—Warsun pull back, or more like he just had a 'death precognition'.
"Hehehehe….ahahahahahahah! Heheh, clever, oh so clever, clever boy! (Gets serious) you figured it out?" Warsun made an eerie query.
{DING}
~Skill [Insight] has reached maxed level!~
Aimer looked straight up into the fog, "Now let the real battle begin."
Warsun irked then displeased then a full on outrage, "You cocky…insignificant..die!" and rushed in at Aimer.
[pshhhhhwwwoooot! pht! pht! dooooosh—clash fades…..]
"Not when I have family back home waiting for me…"
[You've leveled up x1]
[...clashing resumes—xxzzzinggg! xzingg! zingg!]
[…then fades]
"Not when I have a Guild to protect…"
[You've leveled up x5]
[Then speeds up rapidly—clinggg! clingg! clingg! tzingg! tzingg! tzingg! tinggg!]
"Not when I have a world to save!"
[You've leveled up x10]
[…then stops]
On the 13th hour, Aimer rebelled. He seized the moment opportunity after receiving the one chance to sever a piece of Warsuns' horn. This credit mostly goes toward the skill [Insight]—moments after it's evolution Aimer obtained a 'multidirectional sense of vision' meaning he was able to pinpoint Warsun while inside his peripheral field—he could see his every position. This was Aimer's game-plan, now that he could see, hear and sense his target it made his mission much easier when he used his cloak as bait; before Warsun could realize the cloak was empty he spotted Aimer out the corner of his eyes and due to this [Lickto] claimed victory—quick and efficient was the cloaks' attack: quick and efficient.
"Tehe, you won. You've bested me. Never would've thought I'd encounter such a human, you mean to tell me you deny fate? I guess you really do deserve this reward, a reward that might come to very good use. Keep it well, stay safe, until next time Bel," Warsun befoe he dissipated into thin air.
{DING}
~Congratulations, you've defeated Warsun and ascended the new title 'Warson'~
As per agreement, your reward!
Claim [Gvyntek, The Forefather]
Description: Upon receiving the skill the user erases all history with their prior 'skills' sustaining only his/hers items; the upside, whoever in possession of this skill has such power to create 'any' other skill at will.
[Yes] [No]
Worn and torn, battered and covered in blood, Aimer still managed to take a peak up at the window—he forced a smile, "Proceed."
Falling through with his final decision, Aimer went ahead and endorsed the Systems' reward, forfeiting all sovereignty over his aforesaid skills. In his mind the bargain was a beneficial trade-off (having so many skills to keep track of was becoming a bother anyways). Nevertheless, with his task over Aimer returned to the 'real world' however he returned with these glitched out visions of a bleak reality; he clenched his head wondering if his mind played tricks on him until the glitches subside.
{Status Window}
Name: Aimer Belafonte
Age: 19
Title: Warson
Level: 425
~Stats~
[Intelligence] - 412 (+209)
[Speed] - 427 (+207)
[Agility] - 428(+183)
[Strength] - 409 (+75)
[Defense] - 419 (+100)
[Stamina] - 412 (+80)
[Awareness] - 415 (+55)
[Elusiveness] - 420 (+191)
[Luck] - 405 (+169)
~Origin Skill~
[Forefather]
~Sub skills~
[None]
~Items~
[Ring of Iblīs, The Prince of Darkness], [Iblīs, Blade of the Fallen], [Banshee's Orb], [Lippu's Crystal], [Sharkanha's Mark], [Titan's Lineage: Morhpling], [Mask of the Jester], [Lickto], [Inherited Heart (Immortal], [Soulshard (Unique], [Judgment Idol (Unique], [Soulsilver (Unique]
~Mana~
3000/3500
"As foreshadowed, I've lost all my skills but why, the hidden too? But if that's the case then I shouldn't need mana anymore. And what's that, Origin skill? Given it's got its own category titled (Origin), well what do you know, I just got a skill which all skills originated from. I guess this makes up for the loss," the window vanished when Aimer's device went off.