《The Arcanist Seer》Chapter 4: Rift Shard (The Dungeon Begins)
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Feeling lightheaded, I gathered my strength and readjusted my body to keep up with my feeble mind. Once I looked down to get a better view, I stood shocked at the sight in front of me.
‘My body!’ I thought for a while, racking my brain, trying to make sense of the place I am right now.
All I know before I fell unconscious, a streak of light all of a sudden came out of nowhere and flew over right through my forehead. And the last thing I know, I’m all over someone's memory uttering some words that seem like a spell revolving around it.
It’s been a while since the beginning. I got myself in an unending loop of memories, and while I got myself stuck in it, I took the opportunity and learned the words spoken from the figure.
Time goes on, a new memory sprung up whenever after a spell is done. I didn't even bother counting until I realized there’s nothing but a fragment of a memory repeating on its own. The memory seems to be blocked by a fog and I have no vision seeing past it, all I can see is blurred images aside from a bewitching voice whispering through my mind.
The voice suddenly sounded deep as it bellows like a bewitching voice and gets nearer by nearer. Soon a hazy form emerged before me, as it slowly materialized and took a form of human shape. It reached out for his hand with an orb steadily floating from its palm, and like a breeze, I saw the orb slowly heading towards me.
And before I knew it, a blinding light suddenly engulfed above me and from there went on everything went blind.
[You have acquired [Dovahzul] Dragonborn Language]
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What awaited me is a blazing flame rising to the horizon as it churned and swirled around the crystal. I subconsciously raised my hand as I looked over for my sword, and as soon as I touched it, what greeted me was a floor made out of a slate, warm and rough.
I wasn’t too far away from the pillar. In fact, I was bewildered at the height of the flame which should have burned me, but instead, what I felt was like a maiden's warmth caressing me.
Suddenly, a hand reached out to my shoulder. Responding instinctively, I looked behind at me and to my surprise. I saw two bulky men standing over me with both of their hands on the hilt of the sword pressing on the ground, coupled with their leather chain-mail armor hanging a blue cloth strap around it while wearing the elongated silver helmet outlining a sword carved atop of it until the bottom of their chin displaying its daunting aura.
I paused for a second, hesitating out of the unfamiliarity in case both appearing warriors would act aggressively. As soon as I was about to speak... The two men suddenly bent down on their knees and said-
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“My liege, my life is in your hand”
Confused, I laid myself over their arm trying to persuade them to stand up from their knees, but instead what I met was a stubborn gaze of two warriors insisting to show their fealty to their lord.
I stared at them for a while, trying to take a glimpse at the ridiculousness of the situation. At first thought, I was struggling hard to make sense of the strange behavior of the two men. Secondly, I can’t place my mind on how they instantly appeared out of nowhere. And lastly, I felt it hard to believe that maybe it was my own doing when I placed that sword in the stone, or else nothing here makes sense.
“My head hurts just by thinking of it,” I said as the pain got worse.
and speaking of headaches...
“Again!” I said in a grimace while holding my head as I felt a sudden pang right through me. Then with a clap of thunder, a voice all of a sudden spoke through my mind and said in an ancient tone:
“Zahkrii voth ahst miin saraan faal seer golz”
As the pain faded away… I rose up from my feet, knowing what to do. I began chanting the spell in my mind, and as soon it was formed, I took a deep breath and evoked the words exactly what the ancient voice told me.
The winds grew heavy and swirled around me as the entire area was succumbed by an unknown force, In an instant, I let out a shout that rippled through the air and shot through the sky.
“Sword with an eye beneath await to lead the seer stone”
[Your understanding towards the [Arcane] has increased]
[Your understanding of the language [Dovahzul] has subtly increased]
Without time being surprised, I instantly felt a whip of air pass through me, reminding me what’s to come. The sword all of a sudden displayed an intense calling as it trembled awaiting its master. Without hesitation, I walked toward it answering its call. Once I took a step forward, an intense suction suddenly appeared from the crystal lodged inside the sword, as it absorbed the blazing flame around it.
I realized the pillar was its source of energy. Without it, the sword was nothing but a piece of iron. To be exact, it was the crystal that was giving its life, and above it is the big crystal connected to the pillar. It felt strange to see two crystals synchronously working together. Looking at the two crystal, my curiosity only got stronger.
After it was over, I then held the hilt of the sword with my two hands, and took a deep breath as I let the energy consume me. I then began to feel the energy seeping inside me channeling to different parts of my body, while the concentrated remaining energy travelled through the important parts of my body, and soon enough. I immediately felt a throb inside my forehead with the energy suddenly concentrated into streams flowing through my frontal lobe. And In the next second, I suddenly felt an unknown object splitting through my head. Forming an eye rooted within my forehead.
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[You have awakened an ability [Foresight] as a result of the changes within your body]
[A latent talent has been found, you can now sense the changes in the void]
[You have awakened the progression [Rift Dweller] resulting of the changes from your talent]
[Language proficiency has been increased]
[Your connection towards the shard has subtly increased]
Feeling the changes carrying along with the information ringing inside my head. I slowly opened my eyes in anticipation to sense the new power brimming within me.
What looked before me is a split vision of every direction I can set my eyes on. I seem to be able to simultaneously widen the focus of my eyes with no burden. But all of a sudden, my vision immediately changes from black and white as I saw strange lines floating in the space that looks like a slit tearing it apart.
[Anomaly detected, Investigating the changes]
[Due to the changes from the third eye you have gained the ability [Void Sight]
[Eye proficiency has been increased moderately]
'Why didn't I see that... to think I have this thing in my head all along, come to think of it, It did happen to me, it was that memory telling me I have learned the dragon language... ugh, I’m so forgetful.'
[Coordination of your memory has been decreased]
What! Are you kidding me!
Within one second I had opened my third eye, I instantly felt my body limp and lose my strength and bent down on the ground exhausted from what happened. Which startled the two warriors all of a sudden as they come to my aid and brought me up from my feet.
Grateful, I then asked the two warriors of their names politely.
“My name is Alfrick Longcloak, my liege,” He said with a tone of authority and loyalty lingering in it.
“What about you warrior”, I said while I eyed the man with the dark brown skin and golden eyes while also being a height taller than Alfrick.
“My name is Feimshall, my liege,” He said with an enigmatic voice while burying his heavy sword on the ground with his two hands on the hilt.
“System, send me information about their character profile,” I said with an excited grin plastered on my face.
And after a while later, silence reigned the area without a response, which quickly reminded me of one of the memories from my mind regarding the function of the shard, realizing that there was no system at work but instead it was the shard’s doing. The shard's main ability was to track progression, utilizing the entity memories to create a similar function that works similar to a system.
Who said you can’t use your brain?
'And speaking of shards, it seems to be that crystal lodged on that sword. So... then what about that big crystal floating above the pillar?.'
Woeful at the result of my realization, I then moved my eyes to the stone pillar. Hoping that I could pull out the sword this time, and right before I placed my hands on the hilt of the sword. Suddenly, space rippled and crackled as a gigantic slit instantaneously appeared right below the floating crystal. Tearing apart the fabric of space while gradually forming into a Rift Gate.
[Your understanding toward the Rift has increased exponentially]
[Your understanding toward your progression [Rift Dweller] has increased moderately]
After the Rift Gate was formed, the floating crystal suddenly brimmed with intense radiance and absorbed the excess energy left by the space rift after it was formed. Then after quite some time, a vast amount of information suddenly emerged from the crystal, which then formed into a wall-like panel hovering from it.
I refocused my eyes to get a better view of what's in front of me, and to my surprise, a row of information suddenly appeared on the screen, with a long line of details following beneath it.
What the hell, I didn’t get a system but this big douche crystal got it. Big ass hologram phone? Should I call you core crystal or core shard?
[Townhall]
Tier: 1
Aesthetic: 6/10 (Medieval)
[Durability]
Wooden Wall: 22/100
Thatched roof: 70/100
Wooden door: 67/100
Floor: 100/100.
[Rift Gate]
Total: 1
Stability: 10/10
[Alfrick Longcloak]
Species: Human
Race: Nord
Talent: Astute, Increased Tenacity
Abilities:
Mana: 10/10
[Proficiency]
Heavy Armor: 1 (20/100)
One-Handed Sword: 2 (5/100)
Archery: 1 (10/100)
Block: 1 (10/100)
Magicka: 1 (10/100)
Mana: 1 (1/100)
Leadership: 1 (5/100)
[Progression]
Warrior: 1 (42/100)
[Feimshall]
Species: Human
Race: Unidentified
Talent: Extraordinary Perception, Increased Strength.
Abilities:
Mana: 10/10
[Proficiency]
Two-Handed Sword 1 (50/100)
Heavy Armor: 1 (15/100)
Arcane: 1 (1/100)
Mana: 1 (10/100)
[Progression]
Guardian: 1 (20/100) (Special)
[Olen Fairer]
Species: Human Variant
Race: Unidentified
Talent: Increased Affinity, Increased Mana, Language Proficiency, Excellent Perception, Void Senses
Abilities: Foresight, Void Sight
Mana: 20/20
[Proficiency]
Language: 3 (50/100)
Arcane: 2 (5/100)
Speech: 89 (20/100)
Essence: 1 (1/100)
Eye: 5 (60/100)
Mana: 1 (40/100)
[Progression]
Rift Dweller 1 (1/100)
My eyes widened at the sight of the information hauling at me, knocking me off senselessly at the amount numbers displayed in it. But after quite a while chewing the information reflected from it. I have then named the crystal in front of me, avoiding further confusion throbbing inside my head.
[Rift Shard]
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