Shadow of the Abyss

"No…" Altair mischievously stated, eyeing his chat that exploded with hundreds of thousands of commts.

[ Archeon: x Skill Points! That is Demon-level Battle Advancemt! No, it's ev better!]

[Daddy: My boy came from my balls with all my talt. Proud of you!]

[Titan Fall: Does it work with spells too!]

[She Who Hunts: Exp! Exp! Exp!]

[Piercing Owl: Aura's can be stacked. Holy shit, that's OP!]

[Bone Ripper: And that's only the first effect. Imagine the second or third! Maybe ev fourth!]

[Flaming Sword: Cap!!!! ]

[Eyeing Truth: The Boy isn't lying!]

[Passion of Sorrow: Interesting]

[Gold Pope: Who the hell is Daddy? Go fuck yourself!]

[Daddy: Shut your pedophile ass up!]

[Strahasad: If trained right. Altair might become a high ranker.]

[Daddy: Bitch Please ~ ╰(*°▽°*)╯ My son is reaching the Omnis Ranking. Anything less is an insult to my balls.]

On and on, the chat continued, monitored by the Prince, who was grinning, knowing he'd gained the momtum he so craved. 'It's only a matter of time before one of them delivers to me an offer.' he told himself, joying the blank expression over his big sister. It wasn't every day he saw her shellshock.

Luna had be sure Altair didn't grasp the level of complexity that came with the first effect of his aura. That much, she was certain. What was delivered to the gods was no hint but an offering to salivate ev the greediest of gods. And it was th she knew she had made a mistake. 'Silce was a gift.' that much she knew.

She ran her fingers through his silky black hair, combing it with gtle care. Marveling at the tder features he held. He felt fragile in her hands, like glass that could break at the slightest touch. "Good Job… Little Brother. Are you ready to resume lessons?"

"Do I have a choice?" He couldn't help say.

"You do," Luna said seriously. "I've never forced any of my studts to do anything. And you'll be no differt. What do you want to do, Altair."

The icy winter lands of fresh dawn rustled against the young Prince. His long, silky jet black hair fluttered wildly. He looked into her eyes, the coldness in his dissipating. "Really?"

"I'm not your Master. I'm merely teaching you. And your T. A man by Earth standards. That's a hell of a low age requiremt, by the way. What the hell happed to Earth?" She coughed into her palm.

"But yes. Tell Big Sis what you want to learn."

The young boy beamed. "I want… I want to explore my power."

"Oh?"

Altair gazed at his palms. "I can finally sse Mana. And I feel like… Like I'm finally coming into my powers. I want to try necromancy. I want to learn more spells from my grimoire." He snapped his gaze up to meet her thralling eyes. " I want to grow my power!

Can you teach me for real?"

"No…" Luna coldly uttered, but she didn't dare to disappoint her cute Prince. "But this world can. You know the basics. Go out and explore. You can survive on your own. So do so.

One truly doesn't know themselves until they are alone." She bt a knee, gazing at him as equals. "If you can't survive being alone, you ar't ready."

"What about R!"

"She has me to teach her. And she isn't you, Altair." Luna said. "She has a firmer mind than you. She also suffered far longer. A spiritual journey like this would not do her any good. What she needs is structure, much like what you had growing up." The boy's head dropped for the first time in months, and a warmth filled the Goddess's heart.

She cupped his cheek, kissing his head. "If you really want to grow. Spd a Year alone. If you can't handle it three months."

Altair pursed his lips, hesitant. He glanced a the camp, finding Reina missing. "Can I wait till she re—"

"No," Luna said, her gaze filled with mischief. "Just run. Run and don't look back."

".... That doesn't seem right." He told her, ssing her response to be somewhat fishy.

"Trust big sis," Luna assured him, holding back the laughter with a straight face. She glanced at the Chimera heart in the snow near the fire. Focusing her will, a small incision appeared within the heart as an azure blue shard emerged, flying into her palm. She handed it to him. "Take the Heartstone. Swallow it whever you want.

Just make sure you are in a secluded zone."

"Aunty, are you sure I shouldn't say bye to—"

Luna gave his ass a fine kick sding him flying dozs of meters into the snow. " I'll see you in a year. So you better hurry and run."

The Prince grimaced, glaring at his mortal emy. He sat up, grabbed Endymian and his bag pack, and left without another word. The ice winds biting away at his goodbye as he left.

Wh dawn dissipated over the horizon, Altair stood before the familiar cave he wished to explore with Reina at his side. He was a bit sad, touched by the unfamiliar loneliness that came with her absce. And the fact he couldn't ev say his goodbyes. He sighed, glancing down at the crystal Luna gave him. And stepped into the small trance.

[Divine Sin, Daddy frowns at your stupidity.]

[DIng]

[Divine Sin, Daddy is requesting a Private Video Chat do you accept?]

The Prince did not hesitate to accept as the image of Arse Snow appeared before the young Prince. His flaming eyes ablaze with a rich evil that made ev the evilest beasts shudder.

"Beelzebub fuck right off! I'm in the middle of a call!" Became the first thing Altair heard from his father, bellowing towards someone in the backg. His footsteps came to a halt. "This is why you don't get hoes!"

"Fuck your phone call and your tea! I want an Answer! Where the Hell is Nessa?"

'Nessa,' the Prince thought.

"Sorry about this guy. I'm still dealing with him." Arse responded with a bright smile, gazing proudly at his son. He nodded, measuring the small, subtle changes he gained since he last saw him. "Anyway. Dark Moon Blade is a skill you first awaked. So always have it active.

Always. This Trial Luna and I prepared for you is quite difficult. Ev if it means emptying your reserves before an emy, you must have Dark Moon Blade active. Arse Out!"

[Private Video Chat has ded.]

"... Gods," he swore. "What the hell was all that?" he scratched at his cheek but understood his father's words as well as his concerns. And without hesitation, he willed the moonlight to drip into a sword.

[Ding]

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[Ding]

[Circle of Gluttony Proficicy has Increased by .05%]

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