The air changed again as the three hiked to the banks of a wide, placid river. Submerged mysteries were hidden by the placidity of the water's surface, and the forest seemed to hold its breath in anticipation.
The calm reflection on the lake was interrupted by a small disturbance that Kyn's keen senses picked up on. A reflex told him he was in danger, and he tightened up. His gaze shifted to Gaia and Bertha, and he spoke softly to them.
Kyn exclaimed, "There's seems to be something massive playing around in the water, don't let your guard down."
Thinking to himself the fact they had to trek along the water line jut to find a place they could cross. The fact that she calls herself a goddess' clone makes me wonder for all this trouble I could have just said 'No'.
Bertha sneaked a glance at Gaia anxiously, then back at Kyn, as she felt the tension building around them. Although the river looked like a safe barrier on the surface, it actually concealed a dangerous power below.
A chime came in from the system.
Bertha, "It seems according to your hit list, You have to defeat the monster named Rigel (a Scylla gone rogue)as your marker, the following are the strengths of the being we're facing:
Magicka: N/a
chaos affinity: N/A
dread affinity:780/1000 points LV36
6th sense:678/1000 points LV88
poison resistance:300/1000 points LV18
strength buff:700/1000 points LV110
Weakness: light magicka
"
A monster with a taste for human flesh.
A tremendous wave crashed through the surface of the lake, revealing a massive shape. The river monster, Scylla, a terrifying sight. It was a terrifying twelve-foot-tall mermaid-like creature straight out of a nightmare. Its eyes were red with a murderous lust for food, its mouth was open to reveal rows of terrible teeth, and its nails gleamed like daggers in the sunlight.
The Scylla focused on the three, its graceful movements belying its monstrous character. Kyn's hand reacted automatically by curling around the hilt of his revolver.
A calm Kyn, "Stay back, the both of you."
Concern spread throughout the party as the Scylla slowly fell into the river. As if nature itself had held its breath in the presence of the predator, the once-melodic murmuring of the woodland had given way to an unsettling silence.
As Kyn thought carefully, "We stay together, keeping an eye out for its movements. As much as, it's my job to take care of it as of now we're being chased by it right".
Scylla slithered below the water's surface, her every motion calculated and deadly. A shadow that seemed to sway with the currents and anticipate their every move followed them.
Kyn's eyes met the Scylla's, and his pulse pounded as his instincts fought the primal dread that gripped him. The forest resounded with their hushed confrontation, heightening the tension in the air.
In a low voice, Bertha said, "Its appetite is insatiable. Beware; it can sneak up and attack from below."
The three stayed calm, their breathing in sync with the rhythm of the forest. The Scylla's intentions were never revealed, a testament to the ancient mythology that gave the creature existence. As the sun's rays continued to illuminate the landscape, as a newcomer to this world he could only imagine the mysteries that lay beyond the river's surface.
Gaia's temperament stood out in the tense atmosphere, her composure unflappable in the face of the threatening Scylla. Her gaze, a mirror of accumulated knowledge, studied the creature with a calm interest, as if she grasped the complexities of its existence.
In a collected tone, Gaia suggested, "Kyn, perhaps it's time to test your new gear."
Kyn hesitated for a time, caught between the gravity of the situation and his natural interest at Gaia's idea, before nodding his head. He pulled out the light revolver, a weapon so beautiful that even the gods couldn't bear to destroy it.
Kyn's revolver pistol, a masterpiece made by the gods themselves, was a stunning example of how power and divine workmanship can come together to create something truly amazing. Its presence alone conveyed an air of authority and purpose, and its aesthetic, which was reminiscent of a dark fairytale, alluded to long-lost mysteries and unbridled magic.
The barrel of the pistol was made of a sleek obsidian metal that extended forward like a portent of doom. It was engraved with elaborate etchings that detailed stories of wars waged in 5 realms that were beyond the comprehension of mortals. The energy of the cosmos was channeled into the very essence of the weapon through the use of whirling designs that were reminiscent of heavenly constellations and were interlaced with symbols of ancient languages.
The barrel's end was where a set of five runes were etched, and each rune represented a distinct element of the natural world: fire, earth, water, air, and spirit. The barrel's end was at the heart of the weapon's dark beauty because it was where the runes were located. The heavenly magic that was interwoven inside these runes was evidenced by the fact that they pulsed with a faint, ethereal light.
The handle, which had been fashioned from an unusual and extraterrestrial material, exuded an air of almost supernatural fascination. Intricate patterns of vines and thorns cut into the surface conveyed an atmosphere of ancient strength, while its black colour gave the impression that it was both absorbing and reflecting light in a variety of unforeseen ways. The hilt was encrusted with a singular, multifaceted gemstone that was as dark as the vacuum itself. This gemstone was designed to capture and radiate the spirit of the universe.
As Kyn gripped the weapon, the trigger guard formed a safe embrace for his finger. Delicately curved and embellished with minute carvings of mythical creatures, the trigger guard was a work of art. The seven-round chamber, which was visible from the side, shone with an ominous shine. The dark metal seemed to absorb and intensify the surrounding ambient light, giving the chamber an eerie glow.
When Kyn took the weapon into his hands, the weight of its long history and untapped potential immediately began to circulate through his veins. It was not only a weapon of destruction; rather, it was a symbol of his collaboration with the divine and a channel through which the will of the gods could be channeled in order to defeat the growing gloom.
The energy of the pistol surged like a heartbeat with each shot that was fired, and it resonated with the very center of the world. It was a reminder that those who were mortal and those who were divine might stand united against the powers that attempted to extinguish the light. Its power did not merely lie in its physical form; rather, its strength lay in the magic that coursed through its veins.
The revolver handgun that Kyn carried was more than just a weapon. It was a demonstration of the potency of faith, the coming together of worlds, and the unbreakable power that could be derived from the collision of the everyday and the extraordinary.
Quite, Kyn said, "Let's see what this baby can do."
Gaia's unassuming assurance appeared to strengthen his resolve. With his heart racing, Kyn aimed the blessed revolver at the Scylla as it continued to stalk them below the surface. He pulled the trigger, and a dazzling flash of light pierced the air like a knife.
When the beam hit the water, it exploded in a brilliant shower of sparks and steam. The Scylla let out a shrill, angry cry as it backed away from the unprovoked attack, its movements unsteady. The trees in the forest seemed to pause for a moment, as if in awe of the weapon's destructive potential.
Gaia, "Impressive, isn't it?"
Bertha said, "A divine gifts' carry a weight all their own."
Kyn's eyes widened in astonishment and thankfulness as he looked away from the weapon and toward Gaia, concurring with the nod " I take back my thoughts, what is this."
The Scylla's retaliatory movements grew more frenzied, its attempts to reassert control over the situation becoming increasingly desperate. But the light revolver had disrupted its calculated dance, and Kyn's newfound confidence began to outweigh the fear that had initially gripped him.
The forest heaved a sigh of relief as the creature's menace faded beneath the churning waves, allowing life to return to its normal rhythm. For now, the odds were in their favor.
Bertha to Kyn, "You should count yourself lucky, the gun you currently wield stems from hell. St. Dante's mount, Cerberus, funny how the Christians and the greeks share common mythical entries."
Kyn, looking at the glowing ebony gun felt frightened at the same time excited at the damage the weapon could bring.
Task accomplished: Reward Chaos affinity increased by 0.01 points.
"WHAT!!! ONLY !@$$%^&*"
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"What, your escorting a goddess, you should be expecting worse to begin."