90 The Coming Tide (1/2)
I would be ready for him. As I fell back to the ground, I molded my armor. Sleek and aerodynamic, I sliced through the air then the ground. After racing through the ground, I dispersed another burst of energy, firing back into the air. Each time I did, I built momentum and speed.
It was kind of like going higher and higher on a swing set. Each time I dipped down, I mitigated my loss in momentum. As I went out of the ground, I added to my momentum. Over a few minutes, I ended up soaring through the sky, higher then I’d ever been.
It was an amazing thing. I always wondered what flying was like. I never flew on a plane or anything like that either. This was incomparable to that because there wasn’t anything buffering me from the wind and sun. It reminded me of running when I was a child. I could be running so slow, yet feel so fast.
Even though I wasn’t supersonic or anything, this was faster then I’d ever run before. That made the sensation and rush palpable, like riding a bike for the first time. As I embraced that feeling of freedom, I found myself grinning. This was fun. Shooting in and out of the ground, seeing a view of the forest for miles, and the flow of movement, it all appealed to me.
I enjoyed using my strength. I cherished it. I worked, putting blood, sweat, and tears into forging my mind and body into a tool. Appreciating the pay off was an important part of the process, at least for me. It kept my motivation high.
With that motivation, I homed back in on learning. I dipped in and out of the ground like a landshark. I kept myself flowing, intent on turning the ability into an instinct rather than a thought process. As minutes turned into hours, and the hours turned to days, I forgot about what I was doing. It was a trance.
My mind turned numb at the task, parts of it becoming second nature before everything clicked. The spike in awareness came with a flood of clarity. It reminded me of the difference in a new fighter and an old one. The new one was choppy and mistimed his shots. He couldn’t think as he fought. An older fighter could punch without any thought. It was like breathing to him.
Now movement, no matter the complexity of how I did so, was like breathing to me.
Mythical skill gained! Fuses the three unique skills, Phaser, Earth Glider, and Meteoric Rise into a single skill, The Coming Tide. Points earned: 105 | Points Possible: 300 | Points rewarded: 98
The Coming Tide(lvl 1) - Some things cannot be stopped. You are among them. Enhances movement and reduces debuffs to movement. Effects of combat movement speed as well.
As I sliced into the ground, I turned the direction of my travel. It was a smooth, guided turn. The shift wasn’t abrupt or uneasy. I slowed myself down, grinding my hands against the dirt before flinging myself from the ground. I reformed back into my normal self, my armor altering like liquid. I walked on the ground for the first time in several days.
It was weird. My steps felt foreign and out of place. Scratch that, it wasn’t what they felt like. It was what they didn’t feel like. It wasn’t like telling my feet to move. It was like I wanted to go somewhere, and I just moved without thought. IT wasn’t like an autopilot either. It was more a result of a supreme and utter control.
As my feet thumped against the ground, I cracked my neck and rolled my shoulders. I jumped forward. I submerged in the ground. My armor molded without any thought. All the augments, adjustments, all of that faded into a background noise. Surrounded by the dirt in all directions, I grinned.
I stomped on the ground, shooting myself out of the ground. I landed on the ground before taking three steps forward. On the third step, I let myself go into the ground. I fell to the earth as if it wasn’t there. My armor, gravity vortexes, and telekinesis allowed me to do so. Even in the middle of a fight, I could adjust my height in stone and earth, letting me dodge attacks.
It would be a powerful tool, not even mentioning the ability to overcharge my runes. After playing with the skill for a bit, I raced back towards the camp. Three days were done, meaning Torix and Hod might be waiting for me. I checked my inbox, the first time I had done so in days. There were four messages. Three were from Torix, one from Althea,
Torix Worm, of Darkhill(8:00 A.M. 12/01/00) - Hod has fully recovered. You may come back towards my lair whenever you are ready to leave. The sooner the better, however, since Hod refuses to stop his pestering.
Torix Worm, of Darkhill(1:18 P.M. 12/01/00) - I can handle it no longer. Come at once. If you wish for my sanity to remain intact, you will do so. I’ve given him many of my summonses for his amusement. They never hold his attention for long.
Torix Worm, of Darkhill(3:21 P.M. 12/01/00) - Why did you bring such an incompetent into our ranks? I understand he holds a unique skillset and a high level, but is it truly worth it? I believe not! How am I supposed to even function with him here...
That is to say, please help me.
Althea Tolstoy( 4:37 P.M. 11/31/00) - Where have you been the past couple days? I hope I didn’t make you mad :> Oh yeah, I’ve really been missing our lunches together! The rations are terrible
With my new mythical skill, The Coming Tide helping me, I could read them all without missing a beat. The messages from Torix made me laugh while I flew through the air. Althea’s message was surprisingly adorable, but you wouldn’t catch me dead telling anyone that. Regardless, I closed the messages, traveling towards the town at a blistering pace.
Before I reached it, I handled one last task with my status. I checked out my tree points, and I had just enough for another rank in obliterator. Not wanting to go without the free stats, I put the points into the tree as I flew through the air. As I finished putting them in, I got my reward.
This perpetual cycle of recreating yourself is what separates you from the masses. You have zero fear of failure. This is because you understand what Failure is. Failure is facing your weakness. Once you’ve faced your own weakness, you may fight it. Otherwise, you will never know.
1,500/2,500 milestone reached! II Obliterator unlocked (Tier 3) +75% of total experience gained for levels and skills. This bonus is multiplicative with previous bonuses, not additive. +6 attributes rewarded for every 5 levels over level 1,000.
With it came extra attributes and the bonus experience multipliers. Those multipliers were probably why I was able to learn this new mythical skills so quickly. With the extra 144 attribute points from the added tier in Obliterator II, I put my attribute points into endurance. I didn’t even stop moving as I hit select.
My mind sharpened, and the ascendant mana pouring through my runes enhanced once more. With this new excess, the speed of my travel heightened more than I thought it would. I outsped birds with ease as I dived in and out of the earth. Wondering why the flow of mana increased so sharply, I opened my status screens,
Level 1362
Strength – 1294 | Constitution – 1598 | Endurance – 3299
Dexterity – 412.2 | Willpower – 2000 | Intelligence – 753.4
Charisma – 98 | Luck – 250 | Perception – 193.7
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Health 203,436/203,436 74,161/min or 1,236/sec Phys Dam Reduction - 98%
Stamina 93,040/93,040 1,051/sec Elemental Res - 98%
Harbinger of Cataclysm 14.63 Billion/56.6 Billion 74.3/per min(conduit) Plasma Res - 98%
Oppression Damage- 15,000 + 80%hp/min Rad Res - 98%
Phys Dam Bonus - 13,642% | Total Damage Bonus 20% Mental Res - 98%
My health regen increased by over a tenth. At this point, that meant over a hundred more health regen a second. Wondering why my regen spiked, I opened my perk screens. I figured it out after a minute of searching.
The level 1000 willpower perk increased my health regen since I reached 2000 willpower. That meant my health regen jumped up again, just like last time. All my other stats increased slowly by comparison. The two levels I gained from the last dungeon were hardly worth mentioning for that reason.
I would need some ridiculous bonus before I felt it again. The last rank in the obliterator perk was my best bet for that. With three mythical skills now, gaining a legendary skill might not be far off anymore. If I could get it, then the completion bonus would be ridiculous since mythical skills capped out at 1000. I might be able to finish the Obliterator tree and start chopping away on Titan Slayer.