Shadow of the Abyss

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

Charisma: →4

Mana: 7→ 9

Sweat streamed from his brow as he forced the Circle of Gluttony from devouring more Mana. He had be too hasty, too careless. His mind was very much attuned to the flow of Mana and how it behaved, but his body had yet to adapt to the change. The purity in which Mana grew within him had developed too quickly with each refinemt cycle.

"Three cycles seem to be my physical limit." He coughed up bits of blood, his mind calm as a still lake, but his eyes completely filled with dark light. "But at least I know how to refine Mana. I'm sure no one with F-tier Mana Manipulation can do what I just did." He took solace in that. Standing to his feet that buckled with weakness. He wiped the blood from his lips, taking in a long breath.

[Divine Being, 'She Who Hunts' wishes to emphasize patice.]

[Divine Being 'Piercing Owl' praises your ability to court death but warns of your safety.]

[Divine Sin 'Archeon' distains your lack of risk.]

Altair coughed more bits of blood into his palm. "Archeon… didn't you try to kill me?" he pointed out.

[Divine Sin, 'Archeon' claims it was a test.]

"More like a way to sever my ties with the Aros Family," Altair grumbled, continuing on his way through the cave that began to narrow. It hadn't be a random thought the Prince held as to why he believed Archeon employed Tania. Nor was it his second thought.

[Divine Sin, 'Archeon' grins]

He grimaced, speaking no more of it. He pulled at his furs, undoing them with the rise in temperature the longer he continued. Every so oft, recasting Dark Moon Blade every hour wh it would fade.

[Dark Moon Blade Proficicy Increased by %]

[Multiplyer: 4x]

[Proficicy: 36% → 76%]

It hadn't tak long for his pores to sweat after a day's journey, forcing him to disrobe. The boy had torn off everything but his tunic, leaving his immature chest bare. He could sse the intsity of mana intsifying and grew more wary.

[Divine Being 'Titan Fall' is perplexed at what is hidd within the depths of the Fractured Realm.]

Altair held a step as the mighty roar of some manner of beast alerted his sses. He wt low, dropping his bag pack, and instinctually oped his palm. "She Who Hunts… the Bow"

At his word, a flash of gold nodes gathered at his fingertips, intertwining with the moonlight piercing through the ceiling. And from the light came an exotic bow. The upper and lower limbs of the bow curved like two scimitars, carrying a razor-sharp edge. At the cter, where the Riser stood, was a beautiful oak graved with silver.

Altair marveled at the craftsmanship. The bow held a balance that seemed surreal. It was as if the bow automatically balanced itself, depding on how he held it. He stared at it for a while, finally taking note of the lack of string.

[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.