It took almost eleven hours for Vritra to finish his duties. The sky had turned dark, and it was already 9 o'clock.
Most of the people had left the room by that time, with only twenty or so attendants left who were all in a similar situation as Vritra.
'Ha! This is quite exhausting. Even though we are all called attendants, obviously the status of a few of us is even lower. ' Vritra thought, stretching his body.
He was only allowed a short break for lunch during the work.
And now, his entire body ached with exhaustion.
This storage room was about to be closed. Before leaving the storage room, he decided to try his only working Divine skill.
He wanted to know how it exactly worked and to see if the 1-day limit also has a time gap before he can use it again.
After looking around, he chose one of the boys there. He was also of similar age and was still working like a zombie with a frail body.
' So do I need to just think about activating it? ' Vritra wondered, his gaze fixed on the boy in a clean white robe.
[ Activating Omen Weaver, target selected. ]
Vritra's eyes glowed with a faint light, and soon his eyes turned pitch black, but it remained like that only for a moment.
He felt as if the figure of the boy was emitting a thick black fog that rushed in all directions, and it soon consumed Vritra.
...
Ten figures sat around a fire in the midst of a dark forest. All of them wore white robes, and the symbol on their chests represented their status as attendants.
They were eating freshly cooked meat.
A couple of tents could be seen a bit further away from the group of ten.
Their shadows danced amongst the silence of the forest filled with the sound of insects.
Vritra was one of them.
" Yes, I will follow you inside the Zhorian inheritance. " The same frail boy on whom he had just used his ability spoke with a confident glint in his eyes.
...
This slightly blurry scene remained only for a second or two. Vritra came back to his senses as he saw the same boy just cleaning a bottle.
I am feeling a little weak all of a sudden...
Vritra felt a sense of weakness wash over him. His head buzzed constantly while his body seemed extremely heavy.
He was already exhausted after working all-day long and now he felt almost as if he was left with only 1 HP.
Vritra's vision blurred and even standing straight seemed like an impossible task, as if he was under the effect of heavy drugs.
' So this ability has a... cost? ' he only had this thought before his mind went blank.
Before Vritra fell unconscious, he saw one of the attendants rushing towards him.
It seemed he was speaking something but all of a sudden the world went dark, as Vritra lost his consciousness.
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Vritra had a long and vivid dream. He dreamt about the time when he attacked an enemies' base.
All the members of his team had died. It was an extremely important mission, whose failure could have been fatal for the country.
Vritra wasn't very patriotic that he would sacrifice himself for the country but he would go as far as dying if it interests him.
In the end, he survived with more than ten bullet wounds in his body. It was nothing short of a miracle.
He even made an almost complete recovery after that.
After a long sleep, Vritra woke up for the second time in this new planet.
The effect of using Omen Weaver was still there as he felt some pain in his head.
Opening his eyes, Vritra looked at the ceiling of his room. It felt familiar yet new. Right now he was inside his own room, lying in an awkward position on the solid surface of his cold bed.
"Ughhh. How did I come back here? " Vritra mumbled as he sat up, feeling soreness all over his body.
He couldn't remember anything after using the ability.
The window on his right was slightly ajar, and from the rising sun outside, he estimated it should be around six in the morning.
There are clocks in this planet too, the analogue clock which uses some kind of rune as its battery but that wasn't something that Vritra could afford right now.
After massaging his temples for a few minutes, he finally felt a little relieved. He would need some more time to get used to his ability.
Oh right, Omen Weaver...
Remembering something, Vritra checked his skill menu. Most of them were locked, and the only working skill displayed:
[ Uses: 1 left ]
'Still, I don't want to go through all that headache again right now. ' he thought.
In that vision, he had seen the faces of all the other attendants. They were probably present in the forest outside of the Qortern city.
' I wonder why we were all there? I need to use this skill a few more times to obtain more information. ' Vritra was calm as he assessed the situation.
Without him knowing, the behaviour and emotions of the original Vritra had affected him slightly.
Zhorian inheritance...
Why would I go there? And why would the Sanctum allow something like that?
' Ah... I forgot to check the message I got yesterday-'
*BANG*
Just then, the door to his room opened with a loud sound, and a familiar boy rushed in.
He wore the attendant's attire.
His hair was black and short. His height seemed to be a little less than 5 feet, and he had a square jaw which made it seem like he was hiding a box inside his mouth.
" Are you okay? I brought you back to your room last night when you had fainted. " He questioned.
Vritra remembered seeing that square-shaped face before he fell unconscious.
" Thank you, but who are you? " He asked.
Vritra had seen this boy in his vision too, inside the dark forest.
" Seriously?!! You don't know me when we have literally been here in the Sanctum together for almost a decade. I have talked so many times with you and I even believed we were best friends. " The boy spoke in shock.
"..." Vritra fell silent. He tried going through the old memories. After all, it was impossible for him to remember every single detail.
And after a minute, he finally remembered something.
In the past, this boy had indeed talked with Vritra a few times, but it was just one-sided conversation. Even the original Vritra didn't know his name.
"Sigh. I am Jackal. Try to remember my name this time please. Anyway, tell me. Are you okay? " Jackal asked. He seemed to be a bit of a chatterbox.
" Yeah. I am fine now. " Vritra replied, wondering if he should use Omen Weaver again, but the headache made him give up on the idea for now.
" Haha. That's so good to hear. Also, you should get the lock of your room repaired.
Even though we are inside the Sanctum, who knows someone might come here to steal your fortune.
You know, once in my village, I accidentally left the door open, and ten thieves stole everything away from my house.
My parents were so angry that they sold me off.
That's how I ended up here, and after that I accidentally burned Bonnie's clo... " Jackal just began to speak and kept on going.
Vritra listened to him for a few seconds, but seeing that he wasn't planning to stop anytime soon, he decided to just check the message.
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