EPISODE: 195: NEW GENERATION 2

— GREAT EDRYAN, YEAR: 7292. SEASON: NEW BEGINNING.

(Life Link)

Rarity: Heroic

Category: Heroic Class Skill

Functions:

1. Grants the caster the ability to cast healing spells from a distance, bypassing the usual touch requirement. ‎ 2. Establishes a mental link between connected party members, allowing for {Telepathic Communication} while the link is active.

Augmentation:

Using Divine Points extends the range of (Life Link) by +50% and activates {Healing Resonance}, which mirrors 10% of all healing effects across connected party members.

Cost:

15 MP per target per minute.

Description:

Forge a bond that transcends distance, linking life and thought to provide healing and connection wherever it's needed most.

A shimmering golden-brown tendril of magic coiled its way from Madria, tethering itself to Lawruthian before new strands did the same to the others—the familiar touch of the Goddess within those strands. Lawruthian's eyes widened as he recognized the magic and its implications.

"Madria," he gently murmured—his memories of their nights spent in Rasheed's prison, then their subsequent adventure in the Hall of Attributes surfaced. Madria had always wanted to be more, to do more. A life-linking spell was a dangerous application of magic that did exactly as its name implied.

A determined gaze met his own—little was said, but so much was spoken in that small moment. Four new Life Points aligned with the group's vision as Madria's skill was completed.

Lawruthian Imperius Koltius Edryani – Level 65

HP: 1545/1545 (+600)

SP: 1400/1500 (+0)

MP: 1355/1650 (+0)

Madria Juud Gamal – Level 72

HP: 738/738 (+450)

SP: 570/570 (+450)

MP: 990/990 (+555)

DP: 990/990 (+555)

Simra Enlar – Level 50

HP: 540/540

SP: 410/510

MP: 510/660

Lorde Gin Drumian – Level 78

HP: 1050/1050 (+375)

SP: 900/900 (+175)

MP: 1080/1080 (+165)

Amaya Aesira Musa – Level 75

HP: 1140/1140 (+375)

SP: 750/750 (+375)

MP: 1800/1800 (+430)

" So, what's the plan? " Madria's voice echoed in their minds, sharp and clear through the newfound telepathic link.

"Whoa, this is interesting," Amaya's laughter bubbled like a spark in the gloom. "What's the range of this skill?"

"Just under two hundred meters," Madria answered. "It covers the range of my Intent," she added a bit after for clarification. Although they were close, it was still a general taboo to share your exact attributes.

While they conversed, they slowly shifted their positions toward the incoming creatures. Lawruthian sent out a pulse of mana that received the attention of his knights. The group began to formulate their plan as they moved.

"I'll take on two," Lawruthian's tone like iron. "Three, if needed, but I'd rather not lose Adam," he gestured with a thumb at the trailing golem. "I have quite a few Nova Stacks that can take one out immediately if it's caught off guard."

The ground was a grim tapestry of death—beasts with eyes frozen in rage lay tangled among soldiers whose blood slicked the earth. Lawruthian stepped past them, his gaze set on the targets ahead.

"I can handle the last," Lorde Drumian confidently responded. "We can focus on taking it out if you're confident in fending off both."

Lawruthian just waved his free hand in acknowledgment. His pace was measured as he walked past the soldiers. His presence invigorated everyone he passed; their body language showed more confidence, and their attacks against the creatures of the forest became more fluid.

"Then, let me assist you Lorde—I've leveled up a few times from the Diablo and previous fights," Simra's voice was more confident than she felt—her gaze remaining on the figure who strode before them. She studied him—one day, she would confidently stroll like that.

This was her first real battle—at least against beasts. Simra initially found herself a bit out of place, but with Lorde by her side, she was slowly becoming comfortable. It was clear this wasn't his first rodeo as the young man led her in assisting squads that appeared on the verge of collapse. They'd gone around helping over six squads, and with each, Simra was growing more confident in herself and her position in the Imperius Army.

She was a [Champion] unit—one that General Alexandria could send to critical areas and know the problem that area faced would be solved. Simra's level was a bit low, but her potential was greater than all the soldiers—her last name was also Enlar, which served as another reason she wasn't just stuffed into a squad.

"Then it's settled," Amaya cut in, her tone bright but focused. She raised a fist, eyes blazing with determination. "The three of us will take down the last one, fast and clean. Once it's done, we'll back Lawruthian."

"Four of us," Madria corrected. "I'll imagine you'll need my help more than Law."

"Abandoned already," A chuckle echoed in their minds, and then the warm voice of Lawruthian responded in mock hurt. "The burden of royalty is a solitary path."

Before anyone could muster a proper response, Lawruthian shot forward, activating a skill and sharing the notification of what he saw.

"(Inspect)—this one is yours," he directed to the group. "Be careful," Lawruthian gave as a final warning before veering away.

[Tempest Coyotes – ★★★★ ]

Base Atk: 861

Base Def: 390

HP: 5940/5940

SP: 3990/3990

MP: 4560/4560

HP Regen: 55/Hour

SP Regen: 37/Hour

MP Regen: 42/Hour

Power: 2870

Endurance: 1330

Vitality: 1980

Mind: 1520

Self: 1300

Description:

The [Tempest Coyotes] are swift, cunning creatures, their fur crackling with the energy of storm winds. They roam in packs, using their agility and ferocity to outmaneuver prey and strike with precision. Known for their ability to summon violent gusts, they can whip up a maelstrom of wind to disorient foes. Their razor-sharp claws and keen senses make them deadly predators in both open and confined spaces.

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Skills:

(Whirlwind Strike) [+], (Storm Howl) [+], (Feral Agility) [+], (Wind-Flash Charge) [+], (Tempest Fury) [+], (Eye of the Storm) [+], (Surge of Speed) [+], [Pack Mentality] [+], (Wind Lash) [+], (Lightning Dash) [+]

Theorize Weakness:

Endurance Dependent [+], Elemental Vulnerability [+], Speed Dependent [+].

"(Earthen Spike)," he activated, hitting two creatures and drawing their attention. The third began to veer with its pack, but Lorde suddenly accelerated and shot out two ice spikes.

They struck against the beast—not drawing blood, but enough to get its irritation and attention.

"(Imperius Blessing: Wisdom)," Madria activated—she kept herself a bit distant but still in range of both Lawruthian and the rest of their party. Around her were a few guards ensuring her protection from any errant creature.

(Imperius Blessing: Wisdom)

Rarity: Heroic

Category: Heroic Class Skill — Blessing

Functions:

1. Grants {Wisdom's Insight}, allowing the user to perceive critical weaknesses in opponents, both physical and mental. This insight amplifies the effectiveness of strategies and attacks by 20% against exposed vulnerabilities. ‎ 2. Activates {Foresight Shift}, granting the ability to glimpse 2 seconds into the future. This brief vision enables anticipation of threats and precise adjustments to actions, significantly improving reaction time.

Cost:

35 MP/DP per minute per target while active.

Description:

With the divine gift of Wisdom, your perspective shifts beyond mortal limitations. You see not only the cracks in the armor of your enemies but the moments yet to unfold, weaving insight into decisive action.

The [Tempest Coyotes – ★★★★ ] were along the direct evolutionary path of the [Gale Coyotes — ★ ]—the same beast they faced for their final exam as first years. Now, just a few years later, they faced the same creatures again, but much stronger.

The [Tempest Coyotes] were light green creatures standing at four meters tall with lithe bodies that made it appear like they were starved. They were anything but sharp triangular ears that twitched at every touch of the wind. The sole coyote that veered away from the pack carefully prowled around Lorde Drumian. Long dagger-like canines dripped with saliva as the creature growled. Each drop would disappear as the wind took it away.

"Are you certain about this," Simra's hesitated voice rang in the group's head. She took a look at the attributes and skills of the creature and knew one good spit could kill her should she fail to defend properly.

"Chin up, Simra," Amaya responded as she removed a small wand from her wrist. It was similar to her elder sisters, sporting a black-and-white visage but with significantly less importance on its effect on the magic present. "Lawruthian isn't the only [Hero] of the new generation—(Earth Shift)."

With that stated, her body moved, the earth beneath her feet rolling as she took a position. Under her matte black armor, Simra's eyes widen—Amaya should not approach anywhere near the Tempest Coyote. Instead, she should support from the rear like Madria. Just seeing her determination brought a new light to her eyes on the friends she made.

"You're right," Simra's eyes shone, and a familiar light seemed to enter them. "Lawruthian isn't the only [Hero] of a new generation."

The Tempest Coyote attacked, its probing strike lacked any magical effect or skill usage. Lorde stepped forward, confident in the Drumian armor he wore and its ability to protect his life. He raised his shield, a familiar green construct appearing and providing extra defense.

Simra moved in their attack pattern ingrained into her by now—how many times had she fought with him one-on-one or in groups, not to understand without speaking?

…

She would attack; he would defend.

…

"(Imperius Dash), (Imperius Strike)," Simra attacked.

Tempest Coyote -231 Health Points.

The creature was fast; the moment Simra's blade touched it, it disappeared and reappeared several dozen meters away—glancing at its struck leg before back at its attacker with a hostile gaze.

Simra felt the danger before she could see it—or perhaps she saw the danger before it could truly happen, as in one moment, the Tempest Coyote was still gazing at her with hostility—in the next, it was gone, swiping down a padded paw at her head.

Before she could act, it was already occurring—Simra raised her shield, barely bringing it into place before the Tempest Coyote's attack could strike. Then, all she felt was a brush of the wind followed by a flash of light.

"I've got your back," Amaya exclaimed—her spell striking the area where the beast once was.

"Fast—that's (Feral Agility) and (Wind-Flash Charge)," Lorde's surprised voice echoed as he moved to the creature's new location. "We need to focus on disabling its movements—Amaya, stay in support—we need you to root it, Simra, next to me!"

" UGLY THING, ISN'T YOUR TARGET A BIT TOO THIN—COME PLAY WITH THIS KNIGHT —(Taunt)," Lorde pulled the creature's attention back to him. It snarled, and Lorde snapped his shield to the left right before the creature appeared and struck with a green glow to its paws.

The attack struck—far faster than Lorde could activate his skill, even with the forewarning of {Foresight Shift}. That was fine after all, another watched from a distance, ready to assist.

"(Saintess Shield)," Madria confidently voiced the skill—it traveled through her bond with Lorde and appeared to reinforce him.

Lorde Drumian has blocked 2,153 Damage.

Two golden divine constructs swept from above and below, connecting in the middle of Lorde as the attack struck. His body flew back, but the expectant notification of damage didn't appear. Instead, one of the defensive feats showed.

Simra moved in, striking with a new skill as she flashed forward. "Let's both keep its attention, Lorde—this creature is far too dangerous for one of us."

The creature glanced down at her. Its eyes glared with a feral cunning and a hint of distaste. Once again, it disappeared before Simra's strike could land. However, she already knew its next location as she pivoted, keeping her momentum, and struck directly behind her.

Tempest Coyote -231 Health Points.

A second hit. Nearly six thousand Health Points, and all they received thus far was two hits—that never properly connected. Simra ran the calculations even as she repositioned herself—all she did was a glancing blow each time, but if she could complete twenty-five more such blows, then the Tempest Coyote would be dead. An errant thought appeared in the minds of both warriors fighting against the creature.

…

How did Lawruthian make it look so easy?

…

Lorde drew himself up; his icy-green eyes aligned on the three figures who stood above for a moment. His aunt watched—there was no way a Drumian could embarrass her like this.

Ice began to appear on his blade's edge, and it followed with his armor and shield as he charged back into the thick of things. Simra couldn't survive a fight of this level on her own, and the same could be said for Lorde.

…

Good thing they weren't alone.

…

" Light is the Origin of Courage and Dark is the Origin of Fear, together they creature Illusion—together they allow Musa to illuminate the realm with this (Veiled Sight)."

The [Tempest Coyote] was in the midst of an attack on Simra when Amaya's spell struck—the attack was like a beam of light the moment it left Amaya's wand. Two beams of white and black intertwined and struck the Tempest Coyote the moment Amaya finished. The creature's actions paused, its eyes glazed as it glanced at its surroundings.

"Quickly, prepare your strongest strike," Amaya urged, her wand drawing a spell as she spoke. "It's far too powerful for that to last long."

The Tempest Coyote stood there confused, its glazed eyes staring at its surroundings.

Simra pulled her blade to her chest like a knight ready to give a salute. Judgement was channeled and it would deliver the ultimate punishment.

Lorde continued to draw ice toward his armaments; a frosty chill surrounded him and began to freeze the damp ground. The rain was a steady drizzle that hadn't impeded the battle.

Their next action was silent and coordinated, even without exchanging words. Simra and Lorde's blades flashed with their respective skills while Amaya's spell finished consolidating. Together, they struck for the weak points shown to them by {Wisdom's Insight}.

Simra's blade was the first to strike—the others, just millimeters behind, and as the notification of damage became known—far before the rest of their attacks hit, the Tempest Coyote regained its functions. It released a howl, the wind blasting its surroundings in a powerful dispersal of magic.

Simra Enlar -304 Health Points.

Lorde Drumian -531 Health Points.

The women watched from above, concern etched into the faces of two.

"What are they thinking," Liana Drumian growled, a gauntlet fist opened and closed in frustration. "That is beyond their abilities."

"Is it," Queen Titiana mused. "They seem to be doing just fine—at least if they were only trying to keep its attention occupied."

Margret shook her head, her left hand gently rubbing her brows. "They're overconfident—I've taught Amaya better. They're going to get hurt."

"Do you want to help them," Queen Titiana asked. "At least Simra should withdraw from the battle, she is by far in the worst shape."

Queen Titiana's companions stayed quiet for a few moments, each judging the capabilities of their progeny and acquaintances. The two fighters were already back on their feet, the glow of healing surrounded Simra.

Their battle had gone on for only a few minutes—less than five. The Tempest Coyote was only playing with them, but after that howl, its gaze held a hint of red. Liana continuously clenched her gauntlets, fearing Lorde or Simra may pay the ultimate price.

"This is the path they are walking for power—did anyone interfere when we left?"

It was Margret who voiced the response and question to Queen Titiana. The demigoddess's gaze steeled on her younger sister, her words took on a colder hue as she next spoke. "The Path of Demigoddess or the Path of Prestige is not something that is handed out like candies. It is forged through the blood and sweat of peers and enemies alike. They have ten years to get strong—just ten years before they have to face the world alone."

"That does not mean we should watch them fall, Margret—have faith," Queen Titiana gently gazed down on the four facing an opponent far outside their power range. Memories of the past, of friends lost, surfaced in her mind. They were known as the [Seven Heroes], but once upon a time, there was more. She continued, those same memories evoking emotion as she spoke. "…but these children should not be punished for making a mistake. This is not their battle to fall. Help them, but only should death truly be knocking at their door."

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