Shadow of the Abyss

Chapter 21: First Steps

[Black Mamba Felled: Exp Gain]

[Info Acquired]

Name: Black Mamba

Type: Cryptid

Str: 3

Dex:4

Con:

Wis:4

Cha:

Skill: Polymorph[E], Instincts [F]

Eyes swaying from left to right, Altair didn't relax as the alarms within his mind didn't cease. He could feel the numbing of his wound where the beast's claws nicked him, but he refused to check his injuries.

It wasn't the time.

Big Sis Luna isn't here... Did she get teleported elsewhere?' He gulped, an unsettling pressure gathering within his chest. He watched as two more Black Mambas stepped out of the woods a him, bearing their fangs. "I can't run. They're faster than me.'

"I need to survive' He swore as the Circle of Gluttony within his heart whirled at greater speeds.

[Circle of Gluttony [F] Proficicy Increase by 7%]

A comforting heat gathered within his chest as an amoring hunger began to build within the depths of his being. He grinned and lunged toward the two Black Mambas, baring their fangs at him.

[Grave of Night: Shadow Sword]

Mirroring the movemt of the Black Mambas, Endymion twisted like a snake, gaining the flexibility of the serpt as it pierced through the eye of the charging snake. The prince quickly lept into the air dodging the second Mambas as he whirled his blade through the serpt's eye through his brain, painting his sword arm the color of blood.

[Black Mamba Felled: Exp Gain]

He landed, his cold, lifeless eyes narrowed on the second serpt, taking wolf form. Altair smiled. " You caught me off guard last time. But I'm ready." He said, pointing Endymian towards the beast, "You serpts lack skill."

And through, 'They're flexible in their snake form, but wh they take the form of a wolf, they have speed. I need to be careful. If they time the morph right, they'll get me.'

Hours slowly wt by as Altair aimlessly wandered the forest, the ache over his chest now nothing more than a scab. Wh suddly he stopped peering towards the setting suns, a frown upon his face.

"The sun is going to set in a few hours. Has it really be that long?" He shook his head and peered at his stats.

Name: Altair

Age: 9

Circle One: 9% Complete

Cultivation Method: Circle of Gluttony [F]

Class: Young Prince Lv [First Awaking]

Strgth:

Dexterity:

Constitution:

Wisdom: 5

Charisma: 5

Mana:

"The Master of Swords said it usually takes two months to create the first cultivation circle. I wonder if I'll take that long?" He pondered, touching his small chin, his childlike expression torn with worry after a few hours of walking. "Well, looks like I can't find water. Guess I'll have to drink the blood of the monster.

Yuk... But I'm also without food." He glanced down at Endymion, a faint grin on his face. " Just me and you now, I guess. Let's get along, kay?"

The Young Prince closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath as he released a cry at the top of his lungs. A hope that a monster would hear his cry. But the momt his voice thundered, the Mana suring him amplified this cry.

A thunderous wail graced the woods as a chill whipped through Altair, and a sinking feeling of unease wormed through every fiber of his being.

"Oops..." His words thundered off.

Altair snapped his hands over his mouth. Invisible tears shrieking over his cheeks. 'Curse this Mana! I've zero control!' he moaned inwardly wh the hissing of serpts caught his ear.

From a distance away, Luna giggled, hovering in the skies. " What a silly child. Don't worry, Altair, wh your Big Sis is done. You'll be a true monster. A monster who'd be ready to face the Trials of the Moon." She lifted a finger that bled a dangerous amount of Mana, her icy gaze swirling with profundity and darkness. " But to do so... Big sis will make you suffer a bit.

But don't worry. I won't break you too much."