89 Mantle of the Fallen. (1/2)

The room around me was unfamiliar, but I knew where I was. I had spied several rooms just like these on my way in. This was one of the several rooms that led to alter room. I do not know hod long I had been out, but I could feel that the Bishop was still in the alter room.

There was no sign of my part members, even my minimap could not pick up their presence. This meant they were not in the immediate vicinity. I had little choice as to what direction to go, so I decided that I should continue the meeting with the bishop that had ended before it could even start.

Thankfully when I entered the alter room this time I was not assaulted by images, just the over whelming holy presence of The goddess of war. I shrugged off the goddesses presence as I stared at the statue of the God of Archery. There was no holy energy from the statue, but I could not help but feel attracted to it.

I ignored the Bishop, who had made no effort to speak as I walked to that statue of the god. I did not kneel, the god of archery was no more. There would be no point to it.

What I did was give the statue a warriors salute. I don't know why, but I knew no other person would do it. They were here to worship the majesty of the goddess of war, not a fallen god. After witnessing everything that I had witnessed I knew that the fallen god was worthy of my respect. Perhaps far more than any other god.

My mouth opened, and words came out. Words that came from the depths of my soul.

”Fallen one I have seen your battle with our mutual foe. I have seen you fight, I have seen you die, I have seen you win at the cost of your own life. This world may have forgotten you, but in will forever remember your deeds. For your actions I will carry on your mantle. Not with a bow, but with the pistols my mother cherished so much. Rest well Fallen god. Your legend will rise again.”

The fallen god must have heard me as I felt my body tingle. At the same time I could feel a strong magic radiating from my side, attempting to block the the energy. The tattoo tried it's hardest, but was meant to block changes from the outside. I was not recieving a new blessing, but the blessing inside me was changing. Changing to something that was truly unique.

[Mantle of the Fallen]

Energies that are beyond the overwhelming strength of Kaos have heard your oath and accepted it. All blessings and curses are nullified. Luck stat has been removed, you are unaffected by the shackles of fate. Your stat growth is your own design. +20 stat points per level. (amount calculated by using 2/3 stat point increases of other blessings).

I could feel a huge burden on my soul as the talent came into play. I could feel my connection with the Goddess of war lesson, the only connection now being that she had named me her mistress. At the same time I could also feel the overwhelming power that came with her blessing leave me as well.

While my blessing from the goddess of war receded I could feel a power getting closer, as if it where right under my skin. I could not help but shiver at the familiar feeling of undeath. My skin began to crawl as the thought of the approaching emptiness.

I knew that I was walking on a knife's edge, and that the buffer I had from the goddess was gone. My own actions would determine how I ended up. Once again my mothers words echoed in my head. The more I advanced in my necromancy the easier it would be for the Necromancer to take control.