The Verdant Stalker lies defeated on the forest floor, Nyx's multifaceted eyes reflecting the cold satisfaction of a victorious predator. However, the triumph comes at a cost. Nyx, though skilled and resilient, bears the wounds of the fierce battle. His exoskeleton displays fresh scars, evidence of the Verdant Stalker's tenacity.
Nyx takes a moment to assess his injuries, muttering, "I just got healed from my injuries earlier. Now I'm injured again." He sighs, the weariness evident in his multifaceted gaze. The thrill of battle, coupled with the relentless pursuit of strength, exacts its toll on Nyx.
"And also when am I gonna get a prompt that I can evolve again," Nyx wonders aloud, his cold voice tinged with a hint of frustration. The desire for evolution, a key aspect of Nyx's journey, lingers in the back of his mind. It has been a while since the system presented him with an opportunity to evolve, and the uncertainty weighs on him.
However, Nyx, pragmatic and resolute, pushes the thought aside.
With a determined mindset, Nyx decides to continue his quest. "Now, let's see what else this forest has to offer," he mutters, his multifaceted eyes scanning the surroundings. The injuries may slow him down, but the insectoid assassin remains undeterred in his relentless pursuit of strength amidst the fantastical forest.
Two days have passed, and Nyx emerges from the dense foliage, victorious yet again. The carcass of a formidable Level 9 creature lies in his wake, a testament to the relentless determination that fuels his pursuit of strength. Nyx, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, observes the aftermath of his latest conquest.
"Finally leveled up to level 9," Nyx remarks with a mix of relief and triumph. Nyx's insectoid form bears the scars of battle, a visual record of the challenges overcome to reach this milestone.
He reflects on the past two days, where his focus has been singular—hunting high-level creatures. "I overestimated how much exp I need as my level goes higher," Nyx admits, acknowledging the exp demands of his journey.
In the span of two days, Nyx's actions have been singularly focused on confronting formidable adversaries. "I need two Level 9 creatures just to level up from 8 to 9. What's next, I need to kill three level ten to level up?" he notes, a hint of weariness in his voice. The realization of the escalating requirements for each level dawns on Nyx, but it doesn't diminish his resolve.
"I can't afford to rest for too long," he mutters, his multifaceted eyes scanning the surroundings once more.
Suddenly, Nyx's reflective moment is shattered by a blur of movement. It's so fast that Nyx only catches a fleeting glimpse, but one detail makes his insectoid heart race—blood. A trail of crimson follows the elusive figure, and Nyx can't contain his excitement.
"Haha, is this a gift for me?" Nyx chuckles with anticipation. The prospect of a wounded creature triggers his predatory instincts. "There's no way I will let that pass by."
Without hesitation, Nyx abandons the still-warm carcass of the Level 9 creature and follows the vivid trail of blood. His multifaceted eyes gleam as he darts through the dense vegetation. The thrill of the hunt courses through Nyx's exoskeleton, pushing aside the weariness from the recent battle.
As Nyx follows the erratic path of the wounded creature, he marvels at the quantity of blood. "This must be a substantial injury," he observes, calculating the potential challenge awaiting him. The pursuit becomes a relentless sprint, the forest echoing with the rhythmic sounds of Nyx's agile movements.
In the midst of the chase, Nyx contemplates the possible prey he's pursuing. "What creature could it be?" he wonders aloud, his cold voice betraying a mix of curiosity and excitement. The fantastical forest, a realm teeming with mysterious creatures, conceals the identity of Nyx's elusive target.
The trail of blood becomes more pronounced, a vivid guide leading Nyx deeper into the heart of the forest. The surroundings blur as Nyx focuses on the pursuit, his instincts honed for the imminent encounter.
Finally, the trail leads Nyx to a secluded part of the forest, where shadows dance like sentient entities. As he approaches, Nyx witnesses a creature that resembles a shadow, a dark form with iridescent, ephemeral wings. The creature exudes an otherworldly aura, its movements fluid and unpredictable, like an intricate dance choreographed by darkness.
Shortly after, a transparent screen emerges in front of Nyx, it's the status of the creature.
[Level 50 (weakened state, level 15)
Race: Shadowlume
Special Blood: ???
Skills: ???]
This enigmatic creature, named Shadowlume, possesses a sleek, elongated body covered in an ever-shifting cloak of shadows. Its wings, reminiscent of delicate stained glass, refract the ambient light in an ethereal display.
Nyx, captivated by the creature's mesmerizing presence, notes the intricate details of the Shadowlume. Its multifaceted eyes reflect the myriad hues of the shadows it embodies. Nyx observes that the creature's silhouette is deceptively solid, yet its essence remains elusive, merging seamlessly with the darkness around it.
As Nyx marvels at the Shadowlume, he mutters to himself, "What a fascinating creature. A true denizen of the shadows."
Nyx, intrigued by the ethereal presence of the Shadowlume, continues to observe the mysterious creature. He scrutinizes the status screen that materialized before him, revealing the enigmatic details of his newfound prey.
"I can't believe this thing still has the power of level 15," Nyx remarks, his multifaceted eyes narrowing in a mix of curiosity and skepticism. His gaze shifts between the weakened state indicator and the creature's apparent condition. "Because from what I see, the Shadowlume looks dead already." Nyx points out, noting the substantial chunk missing from the creature's body.