14th of Verdant Season, Year 14,450, Grand Magus World
Eric Thaloria's POV
As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the capital city of Arcathia, Eric Thaloria sat in the heart of the royal castle, meticulously finalizing the team that would soon hunt down Alistair Illyria.
The atmosphere in the chamber was thick with anticipation; the air buzzed with energy as he reviewed his notes and strategies. However, the sound of a notification broke his concentration, drawing his gaze to his private profile.
The message was from the Prophet, and Eric's heart raced as he realized this was the first direct task he had ever received from him.
The significance of this moment weighed heavily on him, making his palms slightly damp.
He opened the message with a mix of eagerness and trepidation, fully aware of the authority and power the Prophet commanded.
[Task - Eliminate *Cosmic Chimera*]
[Task Difficulty - 3*]
[Reward - True God Potion and Relic *Soul Chaser*]
[Relic *Soul Chaser* is already in your system space.]
[*Note - the reward *Soul Chaser* is a tier 15 soul spell that can amplify the attack by 300% and directly attack the soul of the enemy. This relic is provided to the user beforehand to facilitate task completion.*]
[*Note - the True God Potion can elevate the strength of a tier 12 High God to tier 13 True God.*]
As he processed the message, a rush of emotions swept over him—excitement, apprehension, and a flicker of greed.
This task was monumental, not just because it involved a constellation, but because succeeding would position him as a formidable force in the Grand Magus World. Yet, lurking beneath the surface was the grim realization of the consequences.
If he succeeded in killing a constellation, he would become a target for all others, marking him as a public enemy.
Eric took a moment to steady himself, reigning in the tempest of emotions swirling within.
The tantalizing prospect of the True God Potion dangled before him like a forbidden fruit, its allure hard to resist.
He knew the intoxicating nature of power well; once tasted, it became a relentless craving that could consume even the most disciplined mind.
He focused intently on his system space, where the *Soul Chaser* awaited him.
It was a relic that emanated an ancient, mystical energy, a cross-pattern design that seemed to pulse with latent power.
His heart raced as he contemplated its potential.
The knowledge that he could amplify his attacks by 300% and target the souls of his enemies was enough to make his blood sing.
But as he considered the task ahead, Eric also understood the risks. The *Cosmic Chimera* had shown its strength by aiding Alistair Illyria, who had recently advanced to tier 11 God status.
This indicated that the constellation was likely formidable and would not take kindly to an attack on its contractor.
Eric could imagine the *Cosmic Chimera* rising to defend Alistair if he were cornered. The task ahead was fraught with peril, and he could not afford to underestimate his opponent.
Still, Eric felt invigorated. The potential reward and the challenge of facing a constellation drew him in like a moth to flame.
He realized that the confrontation with Alistair would not merely be a hunt; it would be a declaration of his ambition, a step into a new realm of power.
With renewed resolve, he composed a message to his team, eager to share his plans and quell their lingering fears.
[Message to Team]
*"Attention, everyone. There's no need to be concerned about the constellations. I have a plan in place to deal with them. Prepare yourselves for the task ahead. Victory is within our grasp."*
As the message spread through the group, Eric felt a sense of camaraderie and purpose swell among the members.
Their anxieties began to dissipate as they read his words, bolstered by the promise of their leader.
Excitement rippled through the ranks, fueling their readiness for the challenge that lay ahead.
The energy in the chamber shifted, transforming from apprehension to determination. Eric's resolve became a catalyst, igniting the members' spirits as they began to prepare for the next day. Discussions erupted about strategies, equipment, and roles, each member eager to contribute to what they hoped would be a momentous event in their lives.
Yet, as they prepared, Eric couldn't shake the sense of foreboding that lingered at the back of his mind.
The power dynamics in the Grand Magus World were delicate, and the implications of their actions could be far-reaching.
He reminded himself of the Prophet's wisdom: every choice carried weight, and every action had consequences.
As the night wore on and preparations continued, Eric found a moment of solitude. He gazed out of the window at the sprawling city below, illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns. A mixture of hope and dread coursed through him.
Tomorrow would not just be a test of strength; it would be a defining moment, not just for him, but for the Truth Order as a whole.
With determination set in his heart, Eric knew he would face whatever challenges lay ahead.
The call of ambition echoed in his mind, urging him forward. The hunt for Alistair Illyria would be the beginning of something greater, a path paved with the trials of power, ambition, and the unwavering pursuit of greatness.
As he returned to the preparations, the shadows of doubt faded.
Tomorrow, they would not just hunt a rival; they would make a mark upon the very fabric of their world.
And in doing so, they would rise together, united in their quest for power and recognition in the grand scheme of things.