Re: Elf Prince—A Degenerate's Second Chance-Chapter 48. Soul Void
48. Soul Void
Eryndor was beyond exhausted, he knew staying there was a big risk to his life so he was forced to fight against his fatigue and crawl out of the belly of the disintegrated beast corpse.
Eryndor did not have the focus to scope out his environment this time, he knew he was somewhere different since it appeared the worm was on the move after devouring him. He chose a direction and walked forward, his sword barely staying in his hands, his bow hanging on his back. His bag as well as it’s contents were still somewhere on the battlefield, he could not take his chances staying there a moment longer. The dread of being devoured by the ice serpent still caused him to shudder.
After an hour of walking Eryndor finally found cover under a small opening in the side of a huge boulder, it’s looked like a cave but it lacked a wide area of space within. After taking some time he poorly inspected the place to see if it was inhabited by anything. After confirming it’s safety Eryndor crawled in and collapsed on his back. He pumped his chest up with air and winced in pain, all the bandages he had packed would be damaged by now.
"Shit, it’s still the first day." He said between successive breaks to breath. At intervals he would give fits of heavy coughs before settling down seconds after.
To take his mind off the strange ordeal he summoned the legacy above his head and proceeded to check on the new developments he had gained, most especially the new item.
It’s familiar dark screen and ancient white screen greeted him as usual.
[Name: Eryndor Sylvaren
Race: Elf (Holy)
Title: Fallen Prince, Degenerate
Rank: Beginner Mage
Core: Dormant
Attribute: (Divine), (Legacy Of the crescent prince), (cursed)
Magic Point: 475/1000]
Everything on the first page seemed about the same so he moved on to the next page.
[Magic Proficiency: Mid
Mana Control: High
Mastery: Normal Mana Control
Mastery Ability: Wind magic (Low)
Mastery Ability Description: Moderate control over wind magic
Mastery Ability: Flame Magic (High)
Mastery Ability Description: High proficiency over flame magic
Mastery Ability: Body Tempering Flame Technique
Mastery Ability Description: A body forged in the flames of the world can withstand the most brutal of forces]
Mastery Ability: Basic Swordsmanship (High)
Mastery Ability Description: The basics of all swordsmanship is said to be the foundation of all swordsmen
Mastery Ability: Moon Style Sword Art (Mid)
Mastery Ability Description: The inspiration of the moon god only a select few can wield]
On this page his abilities were properly broken down in ways even his master did not explain. The legacy always seemed to have its own way of comprehending everything he had learned into words. Eryndor wondered if the legacy itself was alive, or maybe a lost consciousness of an ancient being. Maybe even the embodiment of the Crescent Prince himself, thinking on how little he knew on the top he felt a sense of uncertainty about his powers.
He willed the third page to materialize.
[Items: Ice Fang Dagger
Item Rank: Normal
Item Description: They say killing a the fangs of a true ice serpent carries a paralysing chill
Relics: Golden Eye
Relic Rank: Divine
Relic Description: Eye of the dragon monarch, it perceives the movement of heat
Allies:
Soul Essence: 7]
He could not stop his eyes from blazing with excitement, he could recall how one could get rewards from certain kills in games from his old life and he wondered if this was something relatively similar.
He wondered what his first item could do, surely it’s was a dagger so it was not much to expect but the joy of ha inf his own personal weapon he earned through his hard work and not luck, it was exhilarating.
Eryndor imagined his dagger appearing in his mind, instead of it materialising like it should have he felt his consciousness getting sucked into a strange space. Everything was pitch black, despite this his body felt light and had a strange glow to it. He could see his reflection beneath him, the ground rippled like black water.
"What’s this?" He could not hide the feeling he felt standing there. He felt unusually small as he tried to comprehend the strange black world.
The voice of his master broke through his confusion and caught his attention.
["You really are one crazy little brat. To think you even inherited a soul void while still having a dormant core.
The legacy of the crescent prince really does favour you"]
"Soul void? Is that a spiritual plain or something?" Eryndor asked without trying to mask his ignorance.
He expected the voice to mock him but it spoke in a calm tone and answered his question.
["A soul void is an inner space developed from the essence of an expert mage and his trained core. It can be gained through hard work or in a simpler sense recieving it from a third party as a blessing.
Having one can only mean you have attained access to a great power. Unfortunately it seems you are still weak to unlock whatever the crescent prince has hidden here"]
Eryndor felt bummed out, yet again life had given him something and the proceeded to laugh at him. This was starting to become an annoying routine that made him want to cry.
["Don’t lose your spunk brat there’s still use to it"]
Eryndor looked forward to seeing two floating orbs at a distance. One was glowing with a bright gold light and other one barely even giving off any noticeable light. Not wanting to walk over such a lengthy distance Eryndor waved his hand and willed for them to appear before him. The two orbs started to float in his direction and in a few seconds they were before him.
Naturally he paid attention to the golden orb first, focusing on it intently it shattered like an egg for him to see a huge golden eye underneath. Eryndor understood it to be flame seeking eye he had gotten from his master, it gave off the familiar aura he had come to know. He turned his attention to the dimmer light and focused on it it’s cracked open and revealed a small beautiful hunting dagger.
It’s had a long slightly curved blade, it’s rim sharp and shiny. It’s handle looked to be wrapped in a strange blue substance that looked both solid and liquid at the same time. The familiar information of the dagger appeared above it.
[Items: Fang Dagger
Item Rank: Normal
Item Rank: They say killing a the fangs of a true ice serpent carries a paralysing chill
Eryndor only had one remark for the small blade, "Beautiful."
