There were a lot of questions popping up in Byan's head. Like what happened on earth? Just how did he return from dead? What was the Ascended World?
But, the sudden grave look overtaking Myaz's face from the shadows made him realise he wouldn't be getting to know those soon.
Myaz was staring fixedly at the corpse, or what had become of it.
Despite a scene more nasty than a group of flies partying over a dung, there was a beautiful little bug that had flapped its little wings away and circled atop the corpse.
It looked like a firefly, except it was more colorful— like a rainbow. Small too.
"Terrible, this is terrible! We must hurry at once. We must leave here immediately!" Myaz bolted to her feet, the dimming light blob had all but been snuffed too.
"Calm down, tell me what's wrong. Even if we are in a pinch," He stared at her face, made creased from the fluttering of her heart, and grimaced at his intent to pacify the beauty... but he did so still, "Your panic isn't going to create a miracle."
"Your damn calm isn't going to create one either." She snarled, continuing to carefully take her things and remove any signs of her being here to the best of her ability.
Then she looked at the tombstone and fell into thought.
Meanwhile Byan was grinding his teeth, 'This... This girl! Isn't she zesty?'
He stood and slowly began to exercise his muscles. Feeling the initial sluggishness fade gradually, "At least care to explain what happened."
Myaz, after carefully storing the tombstone in her ring, paused and looked at him.
Her lips moved silently. But Byan could just read the, 'Prowess are eleven, huh?' on her lips and the incredible disdain as she spat the words, "Another baggage."
"H-Hey! Pretty master, sur-ely you are not considering l-l-l-leaving me?" Byan instantly felt his heart ache. Would he get deserted in this terrible place all alone?? Would he have to fend off against what not all alone?
"No," She shook her head, "not yet."
Byan's face first brightened before darkening again.
Byan quickly moved outside following Myaz, and despite his initial shock at what had just happened. Myaz forced his ass to work with a simple, "Keep stargazing and have fun finding your own way."
Byan quickly nipped his fear and admiration and quickly gave chase.
Myaz peaked back and smiled, finally loosening her mouth to the comfort of Byan's heart.
"These hunters, the Venators chasing me, they are equipped with certain bugs that reveal their locations wherever they be... that colorful bug... it had sent out an emergency signal after the death of its master... now all the nearby hunters would gather here."
"H-h-how many wo-ould they be?" Byan asked, seeing her vexation as she quickly out paced him and had to slow down.
"Well, Venators never work alone. Usually in pairs of three. So if I am lucky, I believe there should be two more of them."
Byan looked back, seeing the magical tree, he mused, "Should we n-not fell that tree? That m-m-may slow them."
Myaz shivered, "Currently standing, one of the two may direct to observing the tree while the other may chase after us... if we do something as stupid as that... they might immediately get alerted by the disturbance... moreover we would have to deal with two of them at once!"
"B-but," Byan frowned, "If they ar-ee, as strong as you say... What's the p-point of running?"
"Ho! You want me to offer myself up on a platter so you can escape? Not happening... if I die, you do too!" Myaz chortled. Realising the douchebag was an annoyance on top of being a baggage.
"N-no... I did not m-mean tha-t." Byan's voice trailed off. His eyes squinting slightly as he saw her small back quickly make way through the jungle.
'What I meant was that wouldn't it be better if we just confront them... or try to win them over, if possible.... running away if we are still going to get caught... that would just tire us for the fated clash.' Byan groaned and kept chasing behind her.
But what he didn't know was that he was no expert in combat, just like Myaz... they would surely lose. And Myaz knew better than to 'win' a Venator over to her side... Venators who were trained from birth to be absolutely loyal.
But things weren't all helpless. There were a few new pieces in the card Myaz was holding.
Just a little while earlier, when she had resurrected Byan. She had heard the same voice that spoke to Byan, but couldn't really give it attention.
Now she was looking at it, and getting surprised and puzzled at once.
[Status.]
● Level: 16
● Mana: 20/20
● Profession: Necromancer (Beginner) —NEW!
● Prowess: 17
● Skills: Necromancy— NEW!, Dark Unity (Special)— NEW!, Shadow Repository— NEW!
● Minion: Byan (Zombie— Familiar) —NEW!
● Special Condition: Bound — NEW!
'Whoa, whoa!' Myaz's pace fell slightly. 'There's a bunch of new stuff.'
Slowly, as she focused in her head. A rough understanding of the profession and skills poured in her head.
● Profession: Necromancer
○ Description: For a treacherous existence is a treacherous path. You bend the divine will, but what of you when you are forced to bend?
● Skill: Necromancy
○ Description: Capable of resurrecting the dead. The power of the resurrected and its state depends upon certain but curtained factors. Finding them may yield a reward.
● Skill: Dark Unity (Special)
○ Description: (A special skill usable only on your familiars.) One plus one makes two, but what if you settle for one?
● Skill: Shadow Repository
○ Description: All things belong in their place. The dead too... belong in the shadows.
● Minion: Byan(Zombie— Familiar)
[Check status?]
The question startled her, the voice had never asked a question like this before. After a moment she agreed.
[Displaying status of Familiar– Byan.]
● Level: 3
● Mana: 4/4
● Race: Zombie (Undead)
● Prowess: 11
● Skills: Undead, Small Regeneration
● Special Condition: Bound
Her feet abruptly halted. Causing Byan who was blindly chasing after Myaz and just repeating her actions to dodge every obstacle suddenly have to force himself to stumble and fall on his face to save himself from blasting into her.
'Shit, Shit!' Her expression turned from blank to shocked, then to joy, "Shit!"
She swung back and nearly screamed from her emotions, "Why didn't you tell me you had 11 Prowess at level THREE!?"
Byan, pushing his face up from the ground that had been contorted oddly into a C shape by a thick broken branch, smiled and replied, "Ne-ever asked."
Myaz squatted down and supported him up, "My dear Byan! My precious Byan! I love you! You are the best!!"
Byan froze, the sudden sweet tooth didn't fare well with him. 'Ho? What's she up to now?'
"With this... no... it's not certain... but maybe, maybe we now have a chance." Her face turned serious.
While Byan was distracted from her by the metallic voice echoing in his head.
[Received injury.]
[Skill 'Small Regeneration' has been utilised!]