241. Nightsveil Part 1

241. Nightsveil Part 1

Salvos (Liberator of the Plaguelands)

Species: [Archdemon of Pride]

Subspecies: [Daeva Cambion] – Lvl. 109

Class: [Worldly Mystic of the Nexeus] – Lvl. 49

General Skills:

[Advanced Mana Manipulation] – Lvl. 8

[Identification] – Lvl. 6

[Racial Skill: Universal Language Comprehension] – Lvl. 1

[Racial Skill: Demonic Essence] – Lvl. 4

[Racial Skill: Partial Mortality] – Lvl. 6

[Rest] – Lvl. 5

[Lesser Enhanced Wisdom] – Lvl. 6

[Title Skill: General Curse Resistance] – Lvl. 2

[Title Skill: Recall Skill] – Lvl. 1

Stats:

[Available Stat Points: 0]

[Vitality]: 136 (+25)

[Strength]: 112 (+25)

[Endurance]: 125 (+25)

[Wisdom]: 210 (+25) (+10)

[Agility]: 268 (+25)

Skills:

[Available Skill Points: 1]

[Barrage of Cinders] – Lvl. 20 (Maxed)

[Demon’s Mark] – Lvl. 5

[Haste] – Lvl. 10

[Intimidation] – Lvl. 10 (Maxed)

[Faux Limbs] – Lvl. 1

[Nebular Construct] – Lvl. 6

[Radiant Slash] – Lvl. 15 (Maxed)

[Salvo of Vanity] – Lvl. 5

[The Primordial Spark] – Lvl. 15

[Wings of the Netherworld] – Lvl. 5

[Passive – A Hunter’s Sense] – Lvl. 10 (Maxed)

[Passive – Blue Flames] – Lvl. 20 (Maxed)

[Passive – Weapon Mastery] – Lvl. 20 (Maxed)

[Unused Skill Slot] x1

Secondary Skills:

[Available Secondary Skill Points: 4]

[Mystical Projection] – Lvl 7

[Object Levitation] – Lvl 1

[Planar Navigation] – Lvl. 5

[Scatter Shift] – Lvl. 5

[Temporal Distortion] – Lvl 20 (Maxed)

What was there to do? My companion asked for my help. She begged me to save her father and brother— face the harrowing Primeval Demon in Nightsveil.

I couldn’t beat Belzu. I lost to him once before. My other companions couldn’t aid me, and the Devil wasn’t here either. Headmaster Clayton Skyshredder would ignore my pleas. I was alone.

Yet, I flew out of Mavos Academy. I held Saffron in my arms as I soared over the tallest towers, bursting above the voluminous clouds. They dotted the sky like cotton balls floating in a sea of a dark azure, and I swam in it like a fish heading straight to a shark’s Lair.

It was foolish, but I couldn’t not do it. My companion asked this of me. Saffron would’ve gone and died if I didn’t accompany her. For her family. For the people she loved.

So, I brought her to a city under siege. The Capital of Nixa. The country where my journey in the Mortal Realm began. Once more, I was heading to a Demon far stronger than me. An evolution above me. One who had beaten me before.

Perhaps it would end like last time around— I could defeat him, just like I had beaten Lucerna. It was even a similar scenario, right? A powerful Demon was rampaging throughout Nixa. My companion and I raced to face him as he destroyed a city.

Except, there were a few differences. Key distinctions that defined how the battle would go. For one, Belzu had an army of a hundred thousand terrible monsters with him, while Lucerna was on his own. For another, I had no reason to fight Belzu, while I thought I needed to defeat Lucerna to get back. And furthermore…

Lucerna wanted to die. Belzu did not.

So, when I entered the burning city, I did not do so to face Belzu. I’d simply save Saffron’s father and brother as I promised before flying off.

Not only did I lack any reason to fight him, I also would probably lose to him. And that was not to mention the last reason: my other companions weren’t here.

Daniel and Edithe weren’t with me. There was no Mistshard or Druma to support me. I was with Saffron, and she wouldn’t be able to do anything to Belzu. Maybe one day, when I was reunited with my two Human companions, I’d challenge Belzu again. But not now.

“So, this is the Deathfall Dungeon?”

Daniel Song bent over and peered into the abyss below. A deep ravine that scarred the earth— a mark left on the world by the Immortal King Alexander during the final battle of the first Kobold invasion. During his duel against Prophet Zoszam.

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He was here for one ostensible reason: to destroy the Harrowed Vindicators. The assassin group that threatened the life of him and his friends. However, that goal of his was starting to change after an encounter with their Harrowed Inquisitor. The young man had seen through their disguise— he saw the face beneath the mask of one of the assassins, and he recognized those features anywhere.

They had to be Demons. Either that, or a grotesquely ugly Human. Regardless, while he was still driven to stop the Harrowed Vindicators, he was also driven by curiosity. By some stupid thing in him which screamed to do the right thing.

“This is the Dungeon, yes. And if Ivan is to be believed, also our hideout.”

Amanda peered over his shoulder. She was an assassin who tried to kill him— he defeated her and took her prisoner for this task. Now, she accompanied him to the base of the Harrowed Vindicators.

Nodding, Daniel took a step back.

“Alright, it’s time to—”

He paused. Amanda stared at him.

“What?”

He raised a brow. She gestured at the pit.

“Well, go ahead. The rest of the Harrowed Vindicators are probably waiting down there.”

Daniel watched her as she drew back.

“What? That was your goal, wasn’t it? Go ahead, Sir [Hero]. I’m just going to—”

Amanda spun around, beginning to walk off. Daniel stopped her and grabbed her by the shoulders.

“You’re coming with me.”

“Fuck.”