Myre led William through a series of battles against various monsters, ranging from elemental creatures to physically powerful beasts. Despite the challenges, William managed to defeat them all.
"That was a peak Tier 9 beast," Myre remarked as she watched the last creature, a massive lava-skinned serpent, disintegrate into energy particles before them.
William took a deep breath, feeling the rush of energy settle in his veins after the intense battles. His body ached from the strain, but he couldn't help the pride swelling in his chest. "Tier 9... I never thought I'd be able to handle something like that," he admitted.
"I know why its called Supreme talent" William said.
Myre smiled at him, a hint of approval in her eyes. "You've come a long way, William. Most at your age wouldn't even dream of facing such beasts. But you're different."
"And, don't be too happy, even Divine talent ones could do that, but still at your age No"
"Still, it wasn't easy," William said, stretching out his sore limbs. "If it weren't for everything you taught me, I doubt I'd have survived."
Myre nodded. "You've been a quick learner, but don't get too comfortable. These fights were just the beginning. The world is much bigger than the monsters you've fought here."
William gazed into the distance, contemplating all that he had faced and what still lay ahead. He had battled fearsome creatures, survived life-threatening encounters, but he knew this was just the beginning. "So, what's next?" he asked, a mix of excitement and exhaustion in his voice.
"One more beast," Myre replied calmly. "A Tier 10, and it's at peak level."
"Jumping straight to the peak, huh?" William asked, raising an eyebrow.
"We're short on time," Myre explained. "There's only an hour left until sunset, and we need to be back before then."
With a touch on his shoulder, Myre transported them once again, warping through space until they arrived in a desolate, darkened land. The ground was cracked and lifeless, as though something had drained the very essence from the earth itself.
"Your next opponent," Myre said, pointing ahead, "is an undead creature—once a corpse, now a ghoul. Some fools killed their own kind and failed to properly dispose of the body."
William followed her gaze and saw a half-decayed corpse exuding thick, black gas, surrounded by an aura of death.
"That's a Ghoul," Myre reiterated calmly, "and it has a Noble-class talent, now at the peak of Tier 10."
William's eyes widened in surprise. "A Noble-class? Out here in the wild?" He knew how rare it was to encounter such a beast.
"Yes," Myre continued. "It originally had a talent called White Mist, but after it evolved and fell into undeath, that power twisted into Decay Mist."
William tightened his grip on his dagger, feeling the weight of the challenge ahead.
"Since this one is particularly dangerous," Myre said, her tone serious, "I'll allow you to use your Divine Talent. However, do not use your Supreme Talent. Your body is ready to handle the power of Divine-level Sila, but Supreme would be too much for you right now."
William nodded in understanding, his mind sharpening with focus. He felt a surge of anticipation. This was no ordinary fight—or Myre wouldn't have allowed him to use his talent.
'Show my talent description' William mumbled inwardly as Sra nodded and showed him.
Talent: Calamitous Soul Emperor
Type: Divine Talent
Aspects: Death & Creation
Specialization: Necromancy and Soul Forging
Description:
The Calamitous Soul Emperor talent is a Divine Talent of immense power, wielding mastery over both the realms of death and creation. It allows the user to dominate the boundaries between life and death, as well as forge and shape souls with terrifying precision. This talent is both feared and revered, often referred to as the talent of gods who walk among the dead and reshape reality with the essence of souls.
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William nodded as he tapped into the Creation aspect of his Calamitous Soul Emperor talent. His dagger, now enveloped in ethereal blue flames, seemed to pulse with a power beyond the living world. The flames gave off a paradoxical sensation—both icy and scorching, as if they were born from the very essence of death itself.
Suddenly in front of William eyes, suddenly various translucent thing in this dark land suddenly begin to converge to his flames, and it shined even more as they converge n it.
The blade now hummed with energy, resonating with the souls it had absorbed, each one lending its strength to the weapon. William could feel the souls within the flames writhing and reshaping the dagger into something more—a conduit for both destruction and creation.
Myre raised her brows, observing the flames consuming the souls with an eerie efficiency. 'It seems even his Divine Talent is at the peak of the Divine grade,' she thought, her eyes lingering on William's face. His expression was focused—calm, intense, and utterly in tune with the enemy before him.
'He's so focused…like a veteran, not a novice,' Myre mused, noticing how William's movements were precise and measured, betraying no fear or hesitation. The determined look in his eyes stirred something in her—a distant, painful memory. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to think, Maybe…he could help…
But she immediately crushed the thought, clenching her fists. 'No,' Myre scolded herself, 'I can't involve him. Not again.' Her hand instinctively reached up to touch the slave collar around her neck, her face hardening into an emotionless mask.
'Last time I relied on someone…I ended up like this,' she reminded herself, her heart heavy with regret.
Pushing those thoughts aside, Myre's gaze returned to William. He was now fully engaged with the ghoul, his dagger trailing the ethereal blue flames as he fought with unwavering determination.
The Ghoul's Decay Mist swirled menacingly through the air, rushing toward William in thick, suffocating waves. But as soon as the mist made contact with his Soul Flames, it was devoured almost instantly, consumed by the ethereal blue fire that flickered with an eerie duality—both deathly cold and scorching hot.
The ghoul, driven only by instinct, continued its mindless assault. Its grotesque form lunged forward, clawing and releasing more of its Decay Mist, unaware that its attacks were futile against William. Each attempt to overwhelm him was met with the same result: the flames burned through the mist with ease, reducing the ghoul's power with every failed strike.