After parting ways with his group, Robert navigated his way through the quiet, dimly-lit streets, eventually arriving at the discreet entrance to the private lair he owned. He stepped inside, greeted by the sight of the room's occupants—all dressed in elegant black attire. These women were not just allies; they were empowered by Robert himself, having been taught the secrets of his shadow abilities, a feat that was far from easy. His system had aided him in mastering his powers, and now he had passed on that knowledge to his loyal followers.
Two ladies stood on either side of him as he walked toward his seat. The room was bathed in a subtle, ambient glow, the atmosphere both intense and reverent. Robert approached his throne, not an extravagant one, but a simple, sturdy seat that commanded respect. He sat down, supporting his head with one hand, the other resting on the armrest.
Dolores, a figure of calm authority and loyalty, stepped forward. "My lord," she began, her voice steady and respectful, "we have gathered enough crystals to engage in trading."
Robert, concealed in a large, elegant black coat that covered half of his face, nodded slightly. His true identity was hidden beneath the fabric, ensuring his anonymity even within his inner circle. The coat flowed around him, adding an air of mystery to his already formidable presence.
The room was filled with a sense of purpose and anticipation. Each of the ladies, empowered by Robert's teachings, stood ready to execute their next mission. The crystals they had gathered were crucial, symbolizing both wealth and power. The trading would mark a significant step in their collective efforts.
Robert's eyes scanned the room, taking in the loyalty and dedication of those who stood before him. His mind was a whirl of plans and strategies, always several steps ahead.
[New title received Lord of Shadows]
[you can summon the people you have made pact with one time a day]
Just by the notifications alone, he started to think how use full it will be for him to have such a skill that not even the strongest mages had.
Dolores stood before Robert, her demeanor calm and authoritative. "My lord," she began, "we have discovered an elemental beast in the Twilight Grove to the east. It is likely a C-rank creature, known for its formidable strength and elemental abilities."
Her eyes reflected both urgency and determination as she continued, "If the Shadow Blades—the five members who have made a pact with you—join forces, plus your own skills, we can take down the beast."
Robert listened intently, his expression resolute. "I will handle it," he replied firmly, his voice leaving no room for doubt.
Dolores looked up, her eyes filled with a mixture of respect and concern. "Be careful, my lord," she said softly. But before she could say anything more, Robert had already vanished into the shadows.
She stood there for a moment, a small smile forming on her lips. "Such is the character of our Lord," she whispered to herself, admiration clear in her voice.
The room, now silent, echoed with the unspoken promise of victory and the unwavering loyalty of those who followed him.
Riven stood on the edge of a towering cliff, his long black coat billowing dramatically in the wind. The vast expanse of the Twilight Grove lay below him, shrouded in a thick, eerie fog. His keen eyes, sharp and piercing, could see through the dense mist as if it were broad daylight.
Without hesitation, Riven leapt from the cliff, his form silhouetted against the moonlit sky. He descended swiftly, landing gracefully on the forest floor below. The impact was silent, his agility and skill evident in the flawless execution of his landing.
He proceeded into the fog-laden forest, moving with purpose and confidence. The thick mist swirled around him, but his enhanced vision allowed him to navigate effortlessly. The ancient trees loomed like silent sentinels, their branches whispering secrets in the night air. Riven glanced up at the sky, where the full moon cast a silvery glow over the landscape.
"Moon above, your light guides even the darkest paths," he murmured, his voice filled with reverence. The moon's glow seemed to respond, casting a gentle luminescence on his path.
As he ventured deeper into the forest, the temperature began to drop, a biting chill creeping into the air. The fog thickened, and the trees seemed to grow more twisted and foreboding. Riven's instincts heightened, knowing he was close to his target.
Suddenly, he caught sight of the elemental beast, a fearsome creature covered in icy blue scales that shimmered in the moonlight. The beast's eyes glowed with a cold, otherworldly light, and as it moved, the ground beneath it frosted over. Its breath exhaled in visible, chilling mists, each movement exuding an aura of freezing power.
Riven stood his ground, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the formidable foe before him. The beast let out a low, rumbling growl, its icy breath swirling around them. Riven, ever composed, made a light-hearted comment, "Looks like someone forgot to turn off the air conditioning."
With a swift motion, Riven extended his hand, and a long black sword formed from the shadows at his feet. The dark blade shimmered with an otherworldly light, its edge sharp and deadly. The stage was set for a fierce confrontation, each combatant prepared to test their skills to the limit.
The system also showed Robert whether he stood a chance with his opponent:
[Inspect]
Name: Frost fang
Rank: C-rank
Type: Elemental Beast
Abilities:
Ice Breath: Emits a powerful blast of icy wind that can freeze anything in its path.
Frost Armor: Its scales form a thick, icy armor that protects against physical attacks.
Chilling Aura: Creates an area of extreme cold around it, slowing down and weakening enemies.
Weaknesses:
Heat-based Attacks: Vulnerable to fire and other heat-based abilities.
Agility: While its icy armor provides strong defense, it can be outmaneuvered with speed and agility.
Description: Frostfang is a formidable creature with shimmering blue scales that radiate an icy chill. Its eyes glow with a cold, otherworldly light, and it exudes an aura of freezing power. The ground frosts over wherever it steps, and its breath can turn the air into a biting, chilling mist.