Chapter 410: Tideborn and Stormveil

Chapter 410: Tideborn and Stormveil

The humanoid before him had blue skin. It wasn't skin that emitted a blue light like with the Sylphs, but rather truly blue skin. It wasn't a fierce color, and it was a bit muted almost to the point of being grey. This made it look more natural than not, but the rest of this individual's build was almost too obviously alien.

He had sharpened, almost elven-like ears, there was a reflective scale on his forehead, and a few more smaller versions on his cheek. He was a bit lanky, but he still stood easily over a head and a half taller than Sylas, putting him at easily over seven feet tall.

But what was odder than all of that was...

[Nerion Tideborn (FFF+)]

[Level: 5]

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[Physical: 677]

>[Strength: 722]

>[Constitution: 773]

>[Dexterity: 607]

>[Speed: 605]

[Mental: 833]

>[Intelligence: 1384]

>[Wisdom: 222]

[Coward's Back-Up (FFF-) (Treasure)]

[Level: 17]

[Escape from any System Organized Event with a Level <17> <FFF-> threat Grade] [Uses Left: 1/3]

This treasure had been passed down in her family for a very long while, more years than she knew how to count. Yet, she was the second person to have to use it. There was no doubt that this was a great shame. However, the only thing she regretted was that she hadn't been able to use it earlier.

Aerwyna's expression suddenly changed. Her gaze flashed as her head turned violently, landing on an old man bleeding out on the ground. Her eyes widened and her heart almost leapt out of her chest.

"We need to go. Now."

In that moment, she felt far more fear than when she had faced off against Sylas. This was clearly something that was far beyond her paygrade. Unfortunately, she was still too late. The whirring of engines sounded overhead and a warship suddenly appeared high in the skies. The trees swayed and were pressed down, several of Aerwyna's team almost being thrown off their feet in that instant of time. On the bow of the ship, there was a group of three who stood and Aerwyna couldn't help but grow stern.

The Stormveil family. This was the fourth group of participants that hadn't been able to appear before due to the system's interference... but somehow Aerwyna felt that their appearance now wasn't so simple at all.

At their helm was a young man wearing fluttering white robes. His gaze was sharp and his bearing was noble. Above his head, there were flickers of dancing wind that sometimes formed the outline of a greenish-blue crown that vanished just as quickly, blinking in and out as though it refused to fully form.

[Aurion Stormveil (???)]

[Level: ???]

Aerwyna trembled when she realized she couldn't see Aurion's stats or Level. She knew that they had all been holding back from Level 10 in order to complete this trial first, but she didn't expect this fiancé of hers to have gotten over it so quickly. Not only did he not show any dissatisfaction toward the sudden interference of the system, but he had even left them all far

behind.

Aurion's ship slowly landed, crushing the trees beneath it. All the while, he only gave his fiancée a casual glance as though they weren't affiliated with one another much at all.

However, when his eyes landed on the corpse, his own expression couldn't help but become several hints more serious as well.