Shadow of the Abyss

Chapter 57: Mana Vein I

Through the gleams of moonlight glistering through the lone cave, Altair stared down at the pool of blood he'd created with his bare hands wh he slaughtered the two slavers. He siltly glanced at the track marks of the creature that had dragged the body.

"Interesting. So I'm not alone." He told himself, stepping deeper into the darkness. Altair did little to hide his presce as he pulled Mana from Heav and Earth into his body, cycling the Mana through his Mana Roots before delivering it to his Circle. The ssation was one Altair couldn't put into words. The more Mana filled his Circle.

The more Altair felt his sses grow, brighting the world a him. The more intoxicated with Mana he became.

The ssation that came with Mana was as thralling as it was seductive to his young mind. It warmed his gut like wine. It touched his flesh, similar to how Reina shared a bed with him. In a way, it felt like meditation.

It had barely be an hour since he started pulling Mana from his surings, and the more he drew, the more he felt he didn't wish to stop.

[Mana has started to refine your Mortal Body.]

[Ironia's Ale will assist refinemt]

[Your strgth has increased by ]

The Circle of Gluttony spun, devouring all Mana within five meters into the young Prince, turning his skin pink and th red as the hours ebbed by. And as the hours came and wt, Altair found new ways to cycle Mana. Rather than allow his Mana a single cycle within his body, The Prince found the more he completed a single cycle a his Mana Roots, the more purified his Mana became.

[Your strgth has increased by ]

[Your Mana has increased by ]

[Circle of Gluttony has Decreased by %]

Blood spewed so quickly from his mouth, and the noise Altair could barely react, tumbling to his knee, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

Name: Altair

Mana Circle:[Second Circle .% → .%]

Class: Young Prince Lv 5 [First Awaking]

Strgth: → 4

Dexterity:4

Constitution:4 → 6

Wisdom: →4

[Divine Being, 'She WHo Hunts' suggests you feed it a drop of blood.]

The Prince followed her suggestion, cutting his finger over Endymion; he smiled brightly as his blood dripped over his bow.

[Ding]

[Weapon has be Soul Bounded]

[Bow of the Hunt]

Attribute: Wind

Grade: E

Skills: Auto Aim, Steady, Auto Balance, Petrate, Mana Arrow, Mana Circuits [E]

Description: Embuid with the Light of the Goddess of the Hunt. Whomever shall hold this bow shall never miss, no matter how arduous the shot.

Altair mind wt wide with shock wh suddly the bow dissipated into flecks of gold light; his mind panicked wh a visceral image emerged in his mind. The Bow of the Hunt appeared once more. Stars flickered through his eyes filled with childlike wonder, bringing a bright smile to his face, especially wh a blueprint of the tire weapon grained itself into his mind.

"How?!" He exclaimed. "How is that possible? No... Is it in my soul? Or blood? It has to exist somewhere." Altair weaved the bow a, noting the black string formed of his Mana, and quickly gasped. "You might be my new favorite weapon," he said, twisting the grip in half, separating the bow into two scimitars.

He laughed childishly, weaving them through the air, amazed by the freeing ssation each scimitar granted.

They felt differt from Endymion. The scimitars glided through the winds as though they were the elemts themselves, caring a ferocity he did not sse in Endymion.

He was satisfied.

[Divine Being, 'She Who Hunts' rejoices at your words.]

Altair reconnected the two scimitars back into a bow through the mechanism on the pummel of each blade, regaining his earlier focus. He sneaked forward one step at a time over the ball of his feet. The boy soon found a gruesome graveyard of bones from various beasts sprawled about. He stopped, placing a finger on the Mana String of his hunting bow.

The boy surveyed his surings as he tered a mid-size plain hidd within the cave.

The churning of bones emanated beath the Prince his feet. He nearly cursed at the foolish mistake as he looked up from his feet, finding a small hill a few meters away littered with bones carrying a vile eroma. The bones were festered with rot, caring bits of meat plagued by a furry substance.

The Prince shifted uncomfortably, neither sse nor seeing any manner of beast. He frowned, stepping over the bones sprawled about. The sct of spoiled meat churned his stomach. "What a mess. What type of beast is this? There is so much chaos I can't ev tell." He said, eying the multitude of battle scars sprawled over the cave.

He stood there for a momt, still. The Dark Moon Blade hovering to his rear, glistering moonlight and his two arms poised for action should the need arise. The rumble of bones and insects stirred the Prince's instincts. His hands move quickly, nocking his arrow of pure Mana shimmering a vibrant light, leading many to believe Altair wielded an arrow of black flames.