Shadow of the Abyss

Chapter 82: Battle Prowess

That night, when the day had ended and the sun had lost its luster, revealing the pale moon, Altair silently laid over his bed with his chest bare, more tired than ever. Ever since he got the Fallen Moon Imperfection, Altair had found himself sleeping more often than he liked.

Sleep had always been something he'd found to be a waste of time, now more so that he stood in the lion's dead of assassins, soldiers, and mercenaries. But sleep was near despite protest. Yet he didn't mind it, not today, as Ren rested her head on his chest.

She felt warm. And despite Altair finding the night air unbearably hotter than before, he found himself craving her warmth.

"I miss the hundred feet of snow, Ren. I miss the winter winds cutting through my hair." He said, within the darkness, looking up. "It's hot. Earth is so unbearably hot." He glanced at her, looking back up with her silly smile.

"You could always go back. The Mana there is vastly more abundant," Ren replied, unsure when he had surpassed her in height. It was as if he woke up a few heads taller than her. His voice was even an edge deeper.

"It takes far too much, Mana. Last time Big sis helped me." He muttered, yawning. "Plus... I don't want to push my body until I have adapted to the Fallen Moon Imperfection." And his voice dropped a few octaves, almost to a whisper. "Plus, that realm doesn't have this bed."

Ren giggled and inched closer, glancing down into the darkness to the tent below her Prince's waist, twitching. She gulped and picked herself up only to fall over her Prince, mounting him just above his waist. She pressed her head to his chest and nodded. "This is better, right?" she asked him, nervously nibbling on her lips. Unsure what she was even doing.

She had fought so hard to get away the other night, and now... Now... she didn't know.

"Y... Yes." Altair softly strained, feeling her fiery heat between her legs weighing him down.

"Good," Ren giggled in relief, masking her cunning grin with a laugh. "I..."

The door shuddered with a boom, and Ren nearly popped up as a voice echoed. " Altair... Are you awake?"

'Ah~'

"Lieutenant Commander?" The Prince said, gripping Ren so tight her cheeks grew even redder as he felt the throbbing of his Warhammer stirred the moment he pulled himself up.

"Yes. It's me. Get dress. Your services are needed. And bring that pup of yours." The Lieutenant Commander said from outside.

Seething a breath of fresh air, Altair stared down at the flush Ren and misty eyes. He gritted his teeth before gently placing her on the other side of the bed as he stood up to get dressed.

When he was done, Altair shone fitted in his snow-white uniform. He turned to the dazed Ren.

"Ren?"

"Ah! Yes." Polymorphing into a small pup, Ren lept up the boy's shoulder and head.

He opened the door, catching sight of the shriveled thing of flesh and bones. "Good. We've much to do. First, the physical."

Altair fastened the two lasting buttons on his collar. " I thought you did it when I was unconscious."

"Coma patients aren't very telling." She said, with haste in her step, exiting the halls to the outside, east to the medical center. "How have you been feeling? Any fainting or blood in your pee or stool? It would look black if you don't know."

"No." The Prince said without batting an eye.

"Good. I was worried. I didn't release you to work like you did two days ago." So Ho added, stepping through the automatic doors of her medical bay. She rushed to her office, herding Altair through, and said. "Drop your pants and give me a cough when I tell you."

By the time she was done speaking, the Lieutenant Commander fitted herself with thin, transparent plastic gloves.

Altair eyes went wide. "Surely you—"

"Drop 'em, boy. It's called a physical." She said, annoyed. " Look at me. Do you think I'm interested in a boy still fresh from his mother's tit?"

[Divine Being, She Who Hunts' snickers]

[Divine Being, Luscious Red, Peeps her eyes open.]

[Divine Being, 'Impregnate Me' has brought out her ruler.]

[Divine Sin, Daddy, demand you act like a man and drop your pants!]

'Bastards.' He cursed inwardly, glancing up at Ren looking down, and his shame only grew.

"Privacy Mood!" Altair shouted, denying access to the Gods watching.

[You've entered Privacy Mode. No God can watch your feed through the Origin System.]

Spry laughter few from the Lieutenant Commander and fell as she watched Altair's artillery. " Well... you don't have anything to worry about. That's for sure." She said. "That's a wet dream for many women out there. A nightmare for a few, too." She cupped his jewels and gave them a gentle squeeze. " Cough for me."

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[Goblin(Illustion) Felled. Exp Gained.]

[Goblin(Illustion) Felled. Exp Gained.]

For over ten minutes, Altair stood still, tanking the various goblins summoned, pushing himself to see his limit, failing each time to grasp his current power level until the Luitenetn commander spoke through the intercom.

"We are going to conjure Tier 2 monsters now."

Altair welcomed the challenge when he suddenly crouched to a knee when the flash of a sword arc cut across where his head was. The image of someone's knee flashed through Altair's eye as he propelled his arms forward, blocking the blow.

Water-like ripples stirred violently through the confines of space as Altair was forced back dozens of meters. Uninjured.

He frowned, glaring at his foe with malice at the sudden attack. A cold, spilled presence willed into the air like the crackle of a whip, bearing down on the many soldiers.

"This'll take forever. Lieutenant commander, let me have a go, a tall, blonde-headed man shouted. His blue eyes narrowed with the ferocity of a lion.

[Name: John Duvel

Age: 25

Mana Circle:[Third Circle 46%]

Race: Human

Class: [Soldier LV 25], [Shield Knight Lv 11]

Strength: 50

Dexterity: 20

Constitution: 39

Wisdom: 13

Charisma: 7

Mana:15

Passives Skills: Swordsmanship(E), Mana Manipulation(F), (Shield(E), Regeneration (F), React(F)

Active Skills: Arc Blade(E), Herculean Strenght(F)

'What an unbalanced foe,' Altair thought, smilingly staring at Johns's low Charisma. He pondered if crushing him beneath his presence was worth it. To make him be made to bow before him.

"Warrant Officer, John Duvel, " John introduced, stepping in an arc around the boy with a measured gleam in his blue eyes. "Remember it for the man who defeats you."

When Altair rolled his shoulders, he couldn't help but chuckle at how undisturbed he felt. The blow he blocked was well over the bounds his body could take. Yet he tanked such a blow without injury.

Had the blow landed, Altair suspected all he would have gained would have been a bloodied nose. And to that, he rejoiced.

"Hey Ren... Let's eat steak tonight. "

"AWOOOO~"

And Altair charged, in a surprise portrayal of dexterity, before John could draw his shield from his back. John slashed his sword towards Altair's chest, but the boy was too quick as he ducked beneath John's sword. His palm was already slapping across John's chest.

Boom!

The blow came quickly without indecision, deafening the room with a mighty pop at the impact, pushing John away in a tumble. By the time John had caught himself, Altair's foot whipped across his face, knocking the teeth out his mouth as Mana pooled off Altair's foot.

Again, John was blasted away, tumbling to the ground with a thud.

The Prince approached with slow, steady steps. "You are slow, and your sword strokes make it very easy to read. Were we of matching swordsmanship, perhaps this battle might have been harder, but... As it stands. You are out of your league." He said, opening his palm as a horrid force began to pool. Throbbing with a pulse that sent shivers down even the strongest of men present.

Altair grinned and drew on the Power of the Vale.