John's gaze fixated on Mark, sprawled across the ground. The mere contemplation of Mark's demise sent a surge of instability through John, his eyes quivering with trepidation and rage intensifying at an alarming rate.
"At least I am going down after battling and safeguarding our base," Mark uttered, a defiant smile gracing his lips. The violet ink staining Mark's shoulder continued its ominous spread, growing larger with each passing moment.
"You're not dying," John declared with unwavering determination.
"Let me see him, my lord," Al crouched beside John, seeking permission to assess Mark's condition.
Granting Al access, John anxiously awaited his assessment.
Al nodded solemnly, "An uncommon poison, indeed fatal."
Desperation etched across John's face, he implored, "Can you do something about it?"
"This poison stems from an uncommon skill," Al declared with a sense of urgency, his eyes fixed on the vial in his hand. "Fortunately, I possess an antidote within immediate reach." He explained, "Lord Okata explicitly instructed me to prioritize concocting this potion, recognizing its potential as one of his greatest vulnerabilities."
Rising from his seat, Al moved with purpose, his gaze unwavering. He reached into a meticulously crafted basket woven from leaves, the rustling sounds of glass bottles echoing in the air. With precision, his fingers closed around a particular container, extracting it from the concealed depths of the foliage.
A bottle emerged, its contents a mesmerizing violet liquid that caught the ambient light. Al held it up, his eyes narrowing with determination.
Al squatted once more, his gaze unwavering on the arrow lodged in Mark's shoulder.
"We must extract this arrow promptly," Al asserted, determination etched across his face.
Activating the formidable Crystal Forge, Al skillfully forged a diminutive blade with unparalleled precision, its composition gleaming in crystalline brilliance.
Delicately, Al incised precisely where the arrow was embedded, each movement executed with finesse.
Exerting controlled strength, Al deftly withdrew the arrow, the precise cut guaranteeing no remnants remained ensnared within Mark's flesh.
With a swift yet gentle motion, Al directed the vial of antidote toward Mark's mouth, ensuring a precise administration of the life-saving elixir.
Al delicately lowered the glass bottle, his weathered hands cradling the vessel of salvation. "They speak of this antidote as if its taste rivals the bitterest essence of demise, but endure it we must," Al pronounced with a determined tone.
With precision, Al administered the violet elixir into Mark's mouth, a liquid beacon of hope against the encroaching darkness.
The vessel's contents were depleted, a symbolic gesture of defiance against the impending doom.
A reflexive cough erupted from Mark, a testament to the bitter struggle between life and the lurking specter of death.
The once-prominent violet markings on Mark's shoulder began to recede, diminishing with each passing moment, until they were obliterated entirely, leaving no trace of the malevolent affliction that once gripped him.
"I must admit, it tastes even more repugnant than I anticipated," Mark grimaced, casting a skeptical glance at the murky concoction. "What's in it?" he inquired with a raised eyebrow.
"Snake's excrement," Al nonchalantly revealed, maintaining a deadpan expression that contrasted with Mark's growing horror.
The individuals surrounding Al exchanged uneasy glances, their brows furrowing in collective disbelief at the bizarre revelation.
Al, seemingly impervious to their judgment, simply shrugged off the disapproving looks and continued, "The only thing that matters is that it served its purpose," he declared with unwavering confidence.
John, who had been observing the scene in silence, interjected, "Indeed," as he rose from his seat. The purposeful determination in his voice echoed through the place.
As John stood, a transformation occurred. The once-unstable expressions on his face dissolved, replaced by a resolute composure that demanded attention and respect.
John reached out his hand towards Mark, a gesture of camaraderie and support. Mark, without hesitation, clasped John's hand, allowing himself to be effortlessly hoisted to his feet.
"That remarkable potion worked wonders on you," remarked John, his voice filled with awe at the swift healing.
"I truly believed my fate was sealed," admitted Mark, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips as he reflected on the perilous moment.
Laughter echoed in the air as Mark continued, "I was convinced I was on death's doorstep."
"I shared your fear," confessed Sharon, her eyes still reflecting the anxiety of the recent ordeal. "The relief we feel now is beyond words."
John glanced at Al with gratitude. "We're fortunate to have an exceedingly dependable Alchemist like you," he remarked.
Al acknowledged the compliment with a gracious bow. "Your praises elevate me, my lord," he responded.
A sigh escaped John's lips as he collected himself. "I nearly lost control for a moment," he admitted with a smile. "Now, let's mend the wounds and rectify the chaos."
Mark, wearing a crestfallen expression, stepped forward. "My lord, the base has suffered damage. It's my fault; I failed to shield it," he confessed, his tone laden with sorrow.
Amidst the rubble, John's demeanor remained resolute. "The decimated infrastructure presents a challenge, but it's a fixable one," he declared, his voice carrying an air of unwavering determination. His gaze swept across the gathered faces. "Above all else, we can find solace in the fact that no lives were lost."
"I understand," Mark affirmed with a respectful nod, his admiration for John evident in his demeanor.
With a dismissive wave, John turned away. "I'll leave the introductions to you," he remarked nonchalantly, a hint of weariness creeping into his tone. "I could use some rest myself. Hopefully, my house wasn't caught in the blaze."
Leaving his subordinates to acquaint themselves, John departed. As they exchanged pleasantries, a palpable sense of camaraderie filled the air, their spirits buoyed by the prospect of forging new bonds amidst the trials they faced.
•••••
In the tranquil afternoon, the radiant orange sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow upon the surrounding trees. A gentle wind rustled through the leaves, whispering secrets of resilience. Amidst the aftermath, the ferocious fire that had mercilessly attacked houses had been successfully extinguished, leaving behind a scene of both triumph and devastation.
In the midst of this aftermath stood Mark, a determined figure tirelessly repairing the damages inflicted by the unforgiving flames. His skilled hands worked with purpose, mending the scars left on the structures that once stood proud.
John perched atop a massive boulder, a commanding figure with his face cradled in contemplation. Before him stood Kageko, her posture formal and unwavering, her eyes fixed intently upon John. Beside her, Sharon exhibited restless energy, her leg in a perpetual motion, fingers entwined in her hair, her focus eagerly awaiting John's words.
With a measured tone, John addressed the duo, "I believe both of you comprehend the reason behind summoning you here." His gaze swept between Kageko and Sharon.
In response to his words, Kageko and Sharon gracefully knelt, a display of utmost reverence. "It is a profound honor to be selected, my lord," they uttered in unison, their voices resonating with respect.
John grinned, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Kageko."
"Yes, my lord." Kageko stood resolutely, advancing with purpose.
Sharon observed Kageko, a smile gracing her lips.
"You have proven to be an invaluable ally, surpassing my expectations." John commended, his admiration evident.
John's hand deftly accessed Kageko's status board.
The upgrade button was pressed decisively.
"I eagerly anticipate what lies ahead." John's voice resonated with anticipation.
Kageko became engulfed in an ominous black smoke, her focus unwavering on John.
"Rest assured, my lord. I shall exceed all expectations, for it is my duty as your unwavering shadow." Kageko's voice echoed within the shroud of smoke.
"Initiating Character Ascension."
"Processing..."
"Processing..."
"Character Ascension has been completed."
"Character Subclass Acquired: Shadowblade (Uncommon)."
The dense, ebony smoke gradually dissipated, revealing the ominous figure of Kageko. "I shall be the harbinger of demise to your adversaries—a living blade poised to strike down those foolish enough to obstruct your path. This, I swear, is the essence of my existence," declared Kageko with unwavering determination.
In a display of fealty, Kageko knelt before John, her commitment echoing through the solemn air. Though her physical form remained unchanged, her aura emanated a stark contrast, conveying a profound shift in purpose and resolve.
"For acquiring an Uncommon character, you have received 10 stat points."
"Character: Kageko has gained a new skill."
"Umbral Blink (Uncommon)."
"This active skill empowers the Shadowblade to swiftly traverse limited distances, seamlessly melding with shadows to materialize instantly at a chosen destination, enhancing both tactical maneuvering and offensive capabilities."
[Kageko (Uncommon).
Race: Human.
Class: Rogue.
Subclass: Shadowblade.
Skills. Conceal (Common), Umbral Blink (Uncommon).
Equipment: Dagger.]
Kageko ascended gracefully, her every move conjuring dissipating black particles that lingered momentarily in the air, a testament to the formidable energy enveloping her.
"At your command, my lord," she affirmed, a resolute glint in her eyes, piercing and unwavering.
John nodded in acknowledgment, his response delivered with a commanding assurance. "Very well."
Sharon, awestruck by the unfolding spectacle, couldn't contain her admiration. "So cool," she declared, hands clapping together while maintaining a humble kneeling position in the presence of these formidable figures.
The gravity etched on Kageko's countenance dissolved into a fleeting moment of levity. A subtle, yet enchanting smile graced her lips, accompanied by a bashful gesture of scratching the back of her head.
In an abrupt metamorphosis, Kageko's complexion took on a vivid hue of crimson, a testament to the hidden emotions stirred within her. The shift in her demeanor was palpable, as the stern façade gave way to an unexpected vulnerability.
Observing this transformation, Sharon, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, couldn't resist teasing her. "Look at her, my lord," she remarked, a playful edge to her tone, "she's blushing." The air hung with a newfound lightness, revealing the nuances of emotions that had momentarily eclipsed the seriousness that had defined the atmosphere moments ago.
Amused by the banter, John let out a hearty chuckle. "Don't tease her too much, Sharon," he advised with a playful glint in his eyes. His gaze shifted to Sharon, prompting her to step forward. "Come forward; it's your turn."
Sharon, embodying confidence, stood up, accentuating her presence with a subtle yet charming smugness that adorned her lips.
Observing her, John tilted his head thoughtfully. "Since you arrived, you've elevated the quality of the base. It's almost expected, but I must acknowledge it."
"Am I truly that amazing, my lord?" Sharon inquired, placing her hands assertively on her hips.
John's smile widened, thoroughly enjoying the exchange. "You are, indeed, amazing."
With a sense of anticipation, John proceeded to open Sharon's status board, his hand poised to interact with the upgrade button.
"And you will become even more," John declared with conviction.
In a decisive move, John pressed the upgrade button, signaling a trajectory of further enhancement for Sharon's abilities.
Sharon found herself enveloped in a billowing cloak of ethereal white smoke, a shroud that concealed her once smug yet undeniably adorable face. As the tendrils of smoke gracefully unfurled, her playful smirk underwent a subtle metamorphosis. In that fleeting moment before the smoke veiled her countenance entirely, the mischievous glint in her eyes yielded to an unexpected transformation.
Beneath the wisps of mystery, Sharon's features took on an air of genuine resolve and a seriousness seldom glimpsed in her typically cheerful demeanor. The playful facade melted away, replaced by an authentic depth that hinted at a side of her personality rarely unveiled. It was as if the smoke acted as a cinematic backdrop, unveiling a layer of Sharon's character that lay dormant, a testament to the intricacies hidden beneath the surface of her seemingly carefree exterior.
"Initiating Character Ascension."
"Processing..."
"Processing..."
"Character Ascension has been completed."
"Character Subclass Acquired: Vitalforge Artificer (Uncommon)."
"When the next wave of adversaries descends upon us, I shall not stand idly by, helpless and inert. I pledge to shield all with the might at my disposal. Hand in hand, we shall fortify this bastion," echoed Sharon's resolute voice. "Consider it a vow."
John grinned. "Undoubtedly, you shall."
The dissipating white smoke unveiled Sharon.
Standing with unwavering pride, hands confidently on her hips, a triumphant smile adorned her face.
"For acquiring an Uncommon character, you have received 10 stat points."
"Character: Sharon has acquired a new skill."
"Animate Guardian (Uncommon)."
"The Vitalforge Artificer imbues armors with the ability to temporarily come to life, serving as loyal and formidable guardians. This active skill allows the animated armors to defend the base actively, intercepting attacks, and retaliating with enhanced strength."
"The duration and capabilities of the animated guardians improve with the character's rarity and the quality of the armor created. The living armors exert their full strength within the base but swiftly crumble if they venture outside."
Sharon fixed a determined gaze upon John, her eyes radiating unwavering resolve. "This time, I shall be the guardian," she declared with a bright, confident smile.
In response, John nodded, meeting her determination with a silent understanding.
The gravity that had adorned Sharon's countenance began to dissipate, replaced by a more carefree demeanor.
With a playful spirit, Sharon covered her eyes with her hands, simultaneously flashing a peace sign, injecting a touch of whimsy into the solemn moment.
In a sudden shift, Sharon adopted a cutesy pose, gracefully crossing her legs while standing—a whimsical display of her ability to balance strength and charm.
Sharon chuckled, her cheerful demeanor lighting up the surroundings. "That was something a cool person would say, but I am not cool," she declared with a playful glint in her eyes. "I am cute."
John couldn't help but burst into laughter. "You almost had me there."
"I could see it on your face, my lord," Sharon teased, jumping in delight.
Amid the laughter, Kageko chimed in, "I am happy for you, Sharon."
A bright smile spread across Sharon's face as she asked, "You do?"
"Yes, indeed. You deserve it, Sharon," Kageko affirmed, her words carrying a genuine warmth that resonated in the air.
Sharon beamed with delight, her smile stretching from ear to ear. "Oh, Kageko, you are absolutely adorable. The irresistible urge to embrace you just overwhelms me." Sharon enveloped Kageko in a warm, tight hug, savoring the moment.
Kageko, passive yet composed, allowed Sharon to embrace her without uttering a word.
"You exude a delightful fragrance," Sharon remarked, captivated by Kageko's scent.
Kageko, asserting her boundaries, spoke with a hint of sternness, "Please refrain from sniffing me without my explicit permission."
Observing the interaction, John stood as a silent spectator, his gaze fixated on the unfolding scene. Engulfed in contemplation, John mulled over the dynamics at play for a few intense moments.
[Sharon (Uncommon).
Race: Human.
Class: Blacksmith.
Subclass: Vitalforge Artificer.
Skills. Craft, Animate Guardian (Uncommon).
Equipment: Hammer.]
In deep contemplation, John emphatically nodded as a spark of realization ignited within him.
"With this significant upgrade, you possess the ability to craft exceptional Uncommon equipment for your fellow characters," John declared with confidence.
Sharon, relinquishing her hold on Kageko, turned her attention towards John, her eyes reflecting determination.
"Yes, my lord. Utilizing the correct materials, such as iron, high-quality woods, and rare body parts from Uncommon monsters, we can forge formidable gear," Sharon elucidated, her words resonating with a sense of expertise and dedication.
"Uncommon monster body parts and high-quality woods pose no challenge," John declared, his gaze narrowed with determination. "Iron, however, presents a formidable obstacle."
Sharon proposed a solution, her voice confident, "We can designate a strategic mining spot and delve deep into it. At the optimal depth, Abobo is bound to unearth abundant reserves of iron. Both Abobo and Bano must ascend to the Uncommon tier to access these crucial materials."
John, deep in thought, placed his hand on his chin. "Obtaining Ascension Orbs is within our grasp. I've identified a potential prospect base for a targeted assault." He shifted his attention to Kageko. "Can you pinpoint the location of his base?"
"Indeed, my lord," Kageko replied with a deferential bow. "The sole justification for excluding his base from the hit list lies in your explicit order to spare human bases. You have consistently upheld the principle of refraining from attacking humans, and that directive has guided our actions thus far."
John's gaze sharpened as he interrupted, "I've reconsidered." Indifference masked the intensity in his eyes, leaving Kageko to interpret the abrupt shift in their master's stance.
No explanations followed; instead, there was a resolute declaration, stark and unyielding. The once unwavering decree to spare human settlements had given way to a decisive change, altering the course of their strategic considerations.
John's once gentle countenance transformed into an emotionless void, devoid of any sentiment. There was no trace of rage, hatred, or even a hint of doubt. His demeanor reflected a profound emptiness, leaving no room for second thoughts or wavering uncertainty.
Kageko and Sharon exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the profound shift in John's disposition. Without uttering a word, they sensed the gravity of the moment.
In response to John's stoic transformation, Kageko lowered her head in a respectful bow. Her words, laden with deference, cut through the heavy silence, "I understand, my lord." The gravity of the situation hung in the air as Kageko's acknowledgment resonated with a profound sense of loyalty.