Robert fared well against ability user who are not good in fighting, all the straining training he had with his father created a resilient body for hi . Still held by Thin 'i can hardly move' he thought. Thin paused amazed by the looks of Robert. His fists flew with relentless joyfulness, each punch landing with a sickening thud. His face was twisted with a creepy smile.
The punches came in incredible speed. But Robert had a skill that could not be detected by someone who is distracted. The strings started to tighten around Robert's neck, the strings were sharp as a razor's edge, ready to slice through with precision and power.
Blood oozed from Robert's neck slowly as the man continued to punch his face, Robert could only think about his opponent 'a maniac.' Opening his arms a shadowy figure started to form behind Thin. Moving in lighting speed ready to stab the him with its sword raised.
With a swift motion, he extended his hand, and from his fingertips, fine strings began to materialize, shimmering in the light. The strings moved with a life of their own, twisting and weaving through the air with incredible precision. As the attack came hurtling towards him, the strings shot out, intercepting the blow with lightning speed. He wrapped around the incoming weapon, binding it tightly and halting its momentum. With a flick of his wrist, the strings redirected the force, sending the attack harmlessly to the side. The entire maneuver was executed with effortless grace, showcasing his mastery over the string abilities.
The string user tightened his grip, eyes locked onto Robert. "Nice try," he said with a smirk, "but you're not getting past these strings. Better luck next time." The confidence in his voice was unshakable, and the mastery of his abilities left no room for doubt.
With a face swollen and bruised, Robert looked up at the string user, a defiant glint in his eyes. Blood trickled from a cut on his lip, but he managed a grim smile. "You think this is over?" he, rasped, his voice hoarse but filled with determination. "You haven't seen the last of me, still with a smirk on his face "i wanted this fight to go on for a little longer but i hate it when cowards pretend to have power" closing his swollen eyes he exclaimed "it's over!"
[Soul eater activated]
Shadow began to ripple and rise from the ground, taking on an almost liquid quality. It moved with a life of its own, dark tendrils stretching out and enveloping the string user. As it ascended, the shadow started to emit a faint, eerie purple glow, casting an otherworldly light on everything it touched. The glow intensified, pulsating like a heartbeat, giving the shadow an even more menacing presence. The string user found himself surrounded, the dark energy pressing in with a suffocating force.
As the menacing shadow began to rise and envelop him, the string user sprang into action. With quick, fluid movements, he summoned a web of glowing strings, each one shimmering with an intense energy. The strings shot out, attempting to create a barrier to block the encroaching darkness. He manipulated the strings with expert precision, weaving an intricate net to counter the shadow's advance.
However, the shadow was relentless, pushing against the barrier with a force that made the strings strain and tremble. The string user poured all his focus into reinforcing his defense, desperately trying to hold the dark energy at bay.
The shadow surged forward with relentless force, its dark tendrils overpowering the diminishing strings. It wrapped around the string user, squeezing tighter with each passing moment. The once glowing threads flickered and snapped, unable to withstand the crushing pressure. The string user struggled, his movements growing weaker as the shadow's grip intensified.
Finally, with a last, desperate effort, the string user raised his hands in a futile attempt to summon more strings. But the shadows were too strong, engulfing them completely. The string user's resolve crumbled, and he slumped in defeat, unable to resist any longer. The shadow pulsed with a victorious purple glow, solidifying its dominance.
The shadow completely surrounded him, the light of the strings vanished, swallowed by the inky blackness. The shadow seemed to throb with satisfaction, its victory complete as it absorbed the last remnants of the string user's strength.
[String ability user defeated]
[Evolution will begin]
The scene was charged with an electric intensity. Robert stood at the center, cloaked in an aura of darkness that seemed to pulse with raw power. Shadows swirled around him, shifting and coalescing as if alive. With a commanding presence, he raised his hand, and the shadows responded, gathering and condensing into a singular point of concentrated energy.
As the atmosphere crackled with anticipation, Robert screamed in pain, he felt like someone was toying with his insides, his eyes glowing with an intense, otherworldly purple light. The violet hue seemed to pulse and shift, casting a hypnotic glow that pierced through the darkness. His gaze was unwavering, holding an eerie, almost magnetic allure. The purple light emanating from his eyes seemed to throb with malevolent energy, hinting at the immense power contained within.
In that moment, the shadows erupted with blinding light, a cataclysmic force radiating outward. The sheer power of the declaration reverberated through the air, leaving no doubt of the immense strength and control wielded by the one who commanded the darkness.
[Congratulations you have evolved into a demon]
[Quest received evolve into a Tempter]
Robert started to descend back on the ground he started to look around although his eyesight blur. The sunset painted the sky with a palette of warm hues, from fiery oranges and deep reds.
He moved sluggishly, his eyes half-closed with exhaustion. Each step he took seemed to drain more of his energy, his shoulders slumped and his movements slow. He shuffled through the tent, barely lifting his feet off the ground, searching with a weary determination. His hands fumbled as he moved objects around, and he occasionally paused to rub his tired eyes. His breathing was heavy, and there was a palpable sense of fatigue in every motion, as if he was carrying the weight of the world.