I'd like to claim that I immediately went through my DS Mastery to see what I got. This rank wouldn't have been a death blow since I'd gotten Marked for Death last time, but I still had to check what new subskills popped up, not to mention see if the ones I had upgraded. My Path wasn't something that could be found in the game anymore, it was unique because of the additions I'd made.

That's what I SHOULD have done. But...I was just so giddy. Being suppressed by the world around us was so tiring. I'd been clocking MAYBE a pound per point of Might in terms of raw strength. Still freakishly powerful for a normal human, but nothing like what I'd had even as an H ranker back on Callus. As a planet of not even D-rank, my old home put almost no pressure on Ascendants, though at the cost of limiting their advancement.

Stratholme, meanwhile, turned F-rankers into veritable mortals. Even at E-rank, I was at maybe a tenth of the strength as I'd be were I completely unencumbered. That said, a tenth of the full output of my body was a hundred pounds of lifting strength per point of Might, of which I had nearly THREE THOUSAND. the lessening of the pressure putting me FIRMLY back into the realm of the superhuman.

I crowed in joy as I hit the street outside the inn at a dead sprint, Callie speeding along at my side. The feeling of freedom, of sheer unrestrained POWER, was intoxicating, and as we approached the walls, we bent our knees and hurled ourselves into the air, slipping the bonds of gravity through main force.

Of course, I wasn't a moron. State of Grace triggered as I soared up, if only to lighten the impact of my eventual landing, and it was the easiest thing in the world to reach through the new and improved bond, allowing it to extend to Callie as she joined me in the sky.

The guards below watched us with bored expressions, and in a shocking twist, I heard Callie's voice in my head. "I'm surprised they don't try to stop us."

My eyes snapped to hers, and she looked surprised. I reached out experimentally, pushing a thought through the bond with the strength of my Sapphire soul. "Can we...talk telepathically now?" I said cautiously. "Wait, is this a deliberate thing or are we reading each other's minds. Because I'm definitely NOT ok with that."

As we reached the apex of our parabolic arc out over the forest outside town, I kicked off the air with Ripple Running, changing direction to send me drifting down toward the trees in a spot where I could see an opening. Callie tapped into the skill effortlessly, doing the same, and we sailed down among the trees like leaves on the wind. "I don't think so." Her voice rang in my mind. "I don't think this is a brain thing. I think we're sending messages with our souls."

We hit the trees, separating as we kicked off a branch each, shooting forward as we sped from branch to branch, weaving through the forest in a blur, losing each other behind the giant boughs of blue leafed giants, but never worrying about not finding each other again.

She was right. I could feel it. These weren't words exactly. They were a sharpening of the empathic impressions we'd had before. A more controlled form of communication through our souls. Whether we gained that control from our massively improved soul power or the new rank of the Skill was anyone's guess. As holders of souls of a Master level, we were bound to be discovering new tricks. Whatever it was, I didn't dislike it.

I could still feel a constant trickle of Callie's emotions across the bond, a comforting low hum in the background of my mind like white noise to fall asleep too. I got clearer impressions along with the words when she spoke, though I knew from my own responses she could have shut that off. She didn't though. Our bond was stronger than ever, and with it came a sense of absolute trust built on living in a world where we were each other's guiding light even in the deepest dark.

The thought and the emotion that went with it clearly carried across, because I felt a tide of adoration and love roll over, me, turning to panic and shock as I missed the branch and went pinwheeling into the brush.

I was so shocked by her fear that I didn't even bother to kick off a Ripple Running platform, just smashed into the leafy expanse of bushes with a crash. Callie was at my side in an instant, worry writ large on her face, but I just brust out laughing as I pulled myself out of the branches, picking leaves from my hair as I straightened my jacket.

"Well." I said breathlessly. "We're going to have to get used to that again. Bit more intense than before. With our current soul power I doubt we'll have trouble controlling it. We'll just need to be a bit more mindful to use a lighter touch."

She wrapped her arms around me, resting her head on my chest as she laughed along with me. "Yeah. Intense. Good word for it. That was...wow. When I focused I got your emotions way more clearly than before. I felt you thinking about me and wanted to know what was going on and...I think I created a feedback loop for a second. You feeling me feeling you feeling me." She giggled almost drunkenly. "There was so much love. It was nice."

"It was." I agreed, a stupid grin on my face. "But maybe not the safest thing to have going on around enemies."

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She sized me up. "Or shrubbery, apparently." We both burst into giggles again at that, and I had to even out my breathing as I clamped down with my soul. I'd been wrong about the difference not being noticeable, it had just taken a bit to hit me.

"Ok." I said, exhaling slowly. "We'll need to work on that. Good thing we have the day off. Is it me or does it feel like..."

She nodded. "Our souls are way too strong. We should do some kind of big Skill or something, tire them out a bit so we can feel this out gradually. Anything come to mind?"

"Yeah, I need to check out the details of my Path of the Doom Sovereign." I said with a shrug. "Might as well try some of the new tricks out. What about you? Do you have anything that'll strain your soul? Most of your tricks are part of your ability and that doesn't carry much soul weight. Normally I'd say do something complicated, but your shadow manipulation makes that and active part of your ability itself, which prevents too much soul strain."

She winked at me, and then she...SHIFTED. Dark jagged stone coated her body, green magma striations spitting with toxic flame covering her. I felt her tapping into my strength through the bond, not just my Skills, but into my Path itself, through its solid connection to my nature. She was using Belial.

For about a second. Then it blinked out, crumbling off her as she staggered, catching herself on the tree. "Wow." She groaned. "That was rough. I don't think Path stuff is meant to be used through the bond. That felt like deadlifting a small moon. My soul didn't crack or anything though, just got really strained really fast." She blinked a few times like she was clearing spots from her eyes. "We were right though. This feels much less...extreme."

The soul was the basis of the self, and while after the rank up we hadn't really felt too different, it had quickly become clear that even the slightest flex of our soul strength MASSIVELY overshot the mark. The bond was the most obvious place to see it, but far from the only one. With Callie having confirmed the guess, my next move was checking out my Doom Sovereign abilities. Holding up a hand I let the familiar purple flames roll across my vision, this time finally focusing on the part of my status I'd been ignoring.

DS Subskills Monk: Stone Limb, Moonlit Night, Consecration of Flame, Ripple Running, State of Grace, Steam Arrow, Afterburner, Pit of Despair, Mountain Stance. Rogue: Mercy Kill, Double Trouble, Touch of Tears, Flurry of Blows, Heavy hands, Marked for Death, False Fatality Diviner: Overlay, Song of the Soil, Rhythm of the Wild, Eye of Revelation, Danger Sense, Piece of Mind Goetia Staff Art: First form- Belial. Touch of Tears, Stone Limb, Consecration of Flames

Second Form- Mephistopheles. Consecration of Flame, Afterburner, Mercy Kill, Marked for Death.

First were the obvious additions. Piece of Mind and False Fatality. Both far more useful than they sounded. Piece of Mind allowed me to fragment part of my consciousness and create a second self basically. It allowed for divination on the fly, but combined with the shadow clones I had stored would essentially allow me to do two things at once in a way that even high Focus couldn't. Normally impossible tasks would be achievable once I got the hang of it.

The second, my new rogue ability, was even better. Rather than a fake death skill, False Fatality allowed you to offload a powerful attack onto a specified target. Specifically it worked in synergy with Marked for Death, taking a strong hit directed at me and redirecting it to someone with the Mark. It was a huge lifesaving trump card, even if it required special conditions to set up.

I excitedly explained the new abilities to Callie, possibly geeking out slightly at seeing some of my more powerful DS skills finally starting to come through. I didn't have a monk skill this time, but Mountain Stance was still incredibly powerful so that was fine.

Then I paid more attention to my unique DS abilities and how they had changed. The ones I used most often seemed to have been altered at some level, though some less obviously than others. State of Grace now actively enhanced my speed when in use, Moonlit Night allowed me to apply the stealth damage bonus to others, as well as more easily allow them to see in the fog, and Heavy Hands went from ten percent armor penetration passively to fifteen.

All in all, the utility of each one had increased. It also showed that combining my subskills allowed them to evolve along with my rank ups, though for some reason only the ones I used often seemed to have changed measurably. I was sure that would mean something to me later, but for now I just wanted to try something out.

I used Piece of Mind. In a blink, my consciousness split in two. It was a strange sensation, I was looking at everything twice through the same set of eyes. A sort of constant deja vu assaulted my senses, but I ignored it. Dedicating one parallel of my thoughts entirely to using Song of the Soil, I triggered Rhythm of the Wild and staggered at the information overload as I sensed everything within range both on and beneath the ground.

Herbs, plants, stones, I gained a nearly perfect understanding of the environment around us, able to percieve both of them in a way that shouldn't be possible without rendering me completely immobile from information overload. Turning to Callie, I grinned. "Ok, this is actually a strain, but you were right, that helps. I wonder though, can you use this one?"

My girlfriend closed her eyes, reaching through the bond to try to tap into the new skill, and beamed at me as she was able to split her mind like I did. "I can." She said in wonder. "It can only be used for a single instance, but...with my shadow clones, this could let me be in two places at once, or I could devote it to my shadow infiltration so I can use it without having to be immobilized." She cracked her neck, limbering up to try the new trick. "Use those senses to find us something to fight. I want to try this out." So I did. I had to admit I was just as excited.