《Icy Vendetta》Ch 12: Altar of Death - 2
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So Sorry guys for the delayed and short chapter...
Have been down with high fever and sore throat.
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### Altar of Death - middle ###
Zero did not look like a thinker, but he had a very sharp mind when he tried to applied it. He at first was stumped by the old man's question but slowly and steadily he started peeling the layers and once he did that the answer became pretty evident to him
"A shield.", he replied confidently.
"Thank you, Young Man! I have been following your actions; ever since the time you appeared in the middle of jungle, as a traveller.
I could sense your strength through your gaze but not your wit. So I posed a simple question to you.
I can offer you a item which I possess but in return I might ask a favour from you. You need not worry, I will not ask for something unreasonable and you can still retain the item even if you fail.", said the old man feebly.
Zero was a bit sceptical; the old man did not seem much, but he was not in a position to deny any equipment provided. His curiosity had now been piqued, there he was finding this mysterious cave with much difficulty and hardships; only to find another person already inside. What's more the system itself announced he was the first person to discover the cave, which led him to a conclusion that either this guy was an NPC or part of the quest.
Making up his mind fairly quickly he accepted, "It would be my honour."
A couple of minutes later his eyes were dangerously on the verge of popping out of their sockets. The old man in front of him had transformed in a hideous sort of way, his thin wiry hands had turned mutilated, fingers had vanished altogether leaving behind tiny little stubs with nails growing on them. One half of the face looked like it had melted apart, along with a sizeable portion portion of the skull. The old man now looked something out of an horror story, missing one of his legs and standing upright with the support of the golden cane.
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Zero forced himself not to flinch at the sight, he stared straight at the old man measuring him, cautioned by him.
"Well. Isn't that something new. Generally when people look at me I can see the pity in their eyes. But here you are... Thank you for not treating me as an invalid.", chuckled the old man.
Zero didn't respond, in reality he didn't have anything to say.
"A promise is a promise. I will be waiting here for when you come back from your trials. Here take this.", he handed Zero a black box.
"I just hope this is not an engagement gift.", said a smiling Zero.
He opened the box and darkness enveloped him. Within moments of time the surrounding darkness condensed around him restructuring itself. The darkness first created a half mask around his face covering anything below the nostrils including the neck. Then they created a long black overcoat of a leathery material covering him from the shoulders till the knees, complementing with a black pant and a pair of rubber soled hard leather shoes.
"Wow classy!!! a bit more Batman than I would have liked... but Nice!!!", exclaimed Zero.
"Ha ha...", laughed the old man in front of him, inwardly though he was very very nervous. The suit reacted to a person's psionic capacity to mould itself into the perfect defense. Various people had various different set of armours made specifically for them, but in this instance the suit had not created any armour at all. Instead it created full body cloth, this was unheard of.
"show stats"
Psionic ArmourAegisDefense+100Strength+20Agility+20
Special SkillsPlasma sheildlevel 1Provides a plasma sheild for 30 second durationCamoflaguelevel 1Can project an image from the wearers mind. Bearer can take any shape, size, form as long as you can project it in your mind.
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24 Hour cooldown, lasts till image wears off.
A wide smile spread across Zero's lips, "Although the defense and addition to strength and agility is good. What takes the icing on the cake is the special skills. As a covert operative it is imperative to have some sort of disguise. But with this I can have a perfectly good disguise."
He then bowed towards the old man and said "I do not know who you are or what your purpose is...but I owe you one. You can come to me anytime to collect it."
He then took one huge gulp of air and proceeded towards the altar. Dressed completely in black and a black sword in hand and the face half covered, he looked like an incarnation of death itself.
As he went closer to the altar he felt huge amounts of pressure. The pressure, oppressed and overwhelmed and made him nauseous, but he did not stop. With single minded determination he walked towards the altar with halting steps. When he reached his destination he had small trickle of blood coming down from his nose, but he stood in front of the altar like a statue made of black marble.
There stood a huge creature in front of the altar now like a thing of immortal make, not human, lion-fronted and snake behind, a goat in the middle. When it breathed a huge snot of fire came out of its nostrils, like a thing out of your deepest darkest nightmare.
"Ha ha ha. Its been quite a while since I had such an interesting prey, you are the first one in aeons who have managed to reach the altar. Usually they flee when they are unable to withstand the pressure.
I stand in front of you human do you still want to compete?"
Zero nodded once "Yes."
The beast growled once and said, "The lets begin. But first answer me this what do you truly desire I do not sense a greed for the wealth in you but something far darker instead. What do you desire human?"
Zero had not thought about it. What did he desire in the world of Mythica? He had a single goal. Revenge!!! But as he was now it was impossible for him to take care of a low ranking player forget the owners.
Did he desire power to make them grovel in front of him?
Did he desire wealth to crush them?
Did he desire the means to kill them all over and over and over again?
He decided that he wanted all of it, "Chaos!!!", he replied calmly.
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