A week has passed since the awakening rights, and while Sol hasn't completely recovered, he was far stronger than he was before.
[Name: Sol Ark]
[Level: 2]
[Family: Ark]
[Tribe: Sixth]
[Title: Locked]
[Bloodline: Cerberus]
[Ark core: Infant Phase]
[Bloodline: Locked]
[Warlock Core: Sealed]
[Stat]
[Unassigned points: 2]
[Strength: 4]
[Speed: 4]
[Dexterity: 4]
[Awareness: 4]
[Exp: 00/100]
[Ability]
[Hak: Release]
[The first step a supernatural being must take is releasing his true essence hidden within him. Igniting one's core and manifesting their will in the real world]
[Bloodline: Cerberus]
[Purity: 0%]
[Traits]
[Enhanced physique: Infant Phase]
[+3 to all stats]
[Passive trait]
[As a descendant of the great Cerberus and its successor, Sol possesses a superior physique far stronger than that of the regular Werewolves or vampires. Unfortunately, the Immortal blood scattering seal has weakened the purity of the host's bloodline and also weakened the body of the host]
[Fire resistance: Infant Phase]
[Enhanced regeneration: Infant Phase]
"This immortal blood scattering seal is said to be a product of the combined strengths of all the various family heads?" Sol asked while seated in a cross-legged position.
His back was turned on a slender figure, dressed in casual clothes for this time but he had a fiery hellhound tattoo on his left hand.
"Yes, my lord" The elderly man seemed to be in his later sixties yet he had a strong build and a firm look.
The look in his eyes when gazing at the scars on Sol's back was that of respect and reverence. Once a person falls during the rite of awakening it is usually the end, they always die. Yet the young lord was able to survive this even in his bad physical condition.
He is truly the son of his father!
A dominnering image appeared in the mind of the elderly man and his eyes turned watery. Sol's father and mother were removed from the records of time while everyone was banned from speaking their name, leaving no trace of them.
Even little Sol didn't get to hear the name of his parents and that's something this old man deeply regretted.
"This seal, I will shatter it…. This world, I will make it mine" Sol said before shooting a cruel smile at the old man which made him shiver.
The immortal blood-scattering seal was put on Sol when he was a baby and since then he has been unconscious till this very day. No one knew what he was like or what kind of person he is. For over the years, he has been trapped in a state of 'limbo' where he was present but absent at the same time.
He could hear people speak, and he could react to their words by moving a finger or two but they never got to see who he is.
Now he was looking at the young Lord, he saw a domineering figure standing behind him. The figure of the old Chieftain!
"Your father used to say those same words," the old man said gently now leaving Sol slightly stunned.
He could only remember his father's deeds through the story he was told while he was unconscious. He has never seen a picture of the man, nor has he seen a picture of his mother. He deeply wished to see what the duo who stood against the entire Hallow mountain looked like.
'They must be really capable and ambitious people' Sol mentally sighed.
The average stat of a person his age should be around five points, and this does not include the werewolves or vampires who are innately stronger. Right now, he was not even as strong as a witch or a Warlock who should be the weakest amongst the four families in terms of physical prowess.
The effects of the seal on him were far fiercer than expected, that's probably why no one expected him to show up. According to the memories that were manifested during his transmigration, Sol was meant to die on the night rites. He would never make it out of his room that night.
What is his true purpose here?
He has tried to ask the system but there has been no response so far.
"Assign points to awareness" Sol mentally said and the system acted according to his commands
[Name: Sol Ark]
[Level: 2]
[Family: Ark]
[Tribe: Sixth]
[Title: Locked]
[Bloodline: Cerberus]
[Ark core: Infant Phase]
[Bloodline: Locked]
[Warlock Core: Sealed]
[Stat]
[Unassigned points: 0]
[Strength: 4]
[Speed: 4]
[Dexterity: 4]
[Awareness: 6]
[Exp: 00/100]
From the little he understood about these stats, while dexterity represented his control, awareness represented his power which also represented his presence. Power builds presence, presence commands respect!
Shhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiii!
A scorching air diffused out of Sol's body as his power swelled upon the stat increase. Using these stats, his control may be weaker than that of others but now his power was slightly above theirs.
At the age of fifteen, every child in Hallow mountain takes the test of rites. Those who fail die off and the remaining are required to attend the Academy of Guardians, where they will be thought their duty to Hallow mountain and how to use their powers.
"When are the new batch of students heading to the academy of Guardians?" Sol asked.
"In a week my Lord… But if I must speak it is inappropriate for a chieftain to attend an academy… I suggest you remain here and I will teach you all you need to know" The old man said with his face lowered.
Hearing his words, Sol paused and frowned. His eyes shone with thoughtful lights which soon faded with time and were replaced with resolve.
"I understand your fears. I am weak, I represent the sixth tribe. It's unwise to show myself to the world in this current condition since it reflects on the tribe" Sol said calmly.
Yes!
"Please, reconsider!" The old man said in a slightly higher tone.
"No…" Sol responded with indifference in his eyes, leaving the man stunned.
As Sol's Ƙahi'k he didn't think he would disregard his advice without considering it.