489. Face The Fear

489. Face The Fear

Revy commanded the message to all as though possessed. The fears that gnawed at them served as a way to send their fight or flight responses into overdrive. The gears of survival churned, and she and Sana gulped the tiny speck without question.

The arena was large enough where Cer could not cover considerable ground even with her speed. The Repression Field was easily over a hundred meters. A dark cloud swirled from beyond the veil, licking at the invisible barrier with insatiable appetite.

And so were the Colors of the World. Appendages exploded from their mouths like parasitic worms from the abdomen of a spider. It seemed that they grew more powerful as their Trepidation Stacks grew.

< You are passively accumulating Trepidation Stacks >

< 1 Trepidation Stack per Minute >

< You are currently afflicted with 12 Trepidation Stacks >

< At 20% of RESIST level, you will be afflicted with the Concerned Condition >

< At 30% Nervous Condition >

< 50% Fear Condition >

< 75% Panicked Condition >

< 90% Overwhelming Condition >

< And at 100%, the Despair/Breakdown Condition >

< “The labels plastered across all in vision. Just like the labels they plastered onto us. No one sees what’s true. It’s for the better.” >

< [CENSORED: Nightmare Fuel] >

It hadn’t even been twelve minutes yet. And even with such a low number of Stacks, the fear was agonizing. Nothing could tell her why. Not even the bizarre prompts that appeared before her eyes. But she speculated that it was caused by the [UNCENSORED: Nightmare Fuel] attack.

LEVEL : 70 (90)ORIGIN : Demi-Human (Phantasia) HP : 5,500 (7,800)MAG ATT : 0 (1,500)ATT DEF : 650 (850)MAG DEF : 550 (1,050) MP : 3,200 (5,000)AGI : 40 (30)

Her eyes were far too severe to belong to someone they believed to be free of ill will. A peaked cap hid her ears as her heels dug into the CENSORED grass, trampling on them without a second though.

“Injustice in sight. By Galia’s will, it will be eliminated. I, Revy of the 1st Branch, must eradicate the rot.” Her voice hadn’t changed, but her tone was certainly that of a Justica Arms member. “All according to the Amalgam’s Code of Conduct.”

She took aim with the stick in hand and commenced her own long-ranged attacks. Magical circles surrounded the tip of the decorated weapon before crystal bullets were fired into the direction of the entities. The bullets did not merely just penetrate them but ricocheted around. A single bullet bounced exactly twelve times before they exploded, throwing dangerous shrapnel everywhere.

“Impressive. Perhaps one day students of mine will be able to join an Atelier as righteous as yours.” Sana spoke like an academic.

She repositioned her glasses, her body enveloped by a black, mage’s robe as she aimed her Standard Talon at their enemies.

Midnight Academy Healer

Sana

< Persona: Midnight Academy Teacher; Black Wing >

LEVEL : 25 (45) ORIGIN : Human (Phantasia)

HP 650 (800)

ATT : ??? (1,800)MAG ATT : ??? (1,800)

AGI : 12 (25)

Sana’s transformation seemed incomplete. Or rather, incompatible with what she envisioned. Her core personality as a Black Wing could not be overwritten by the illusion; a phenomenon the Cheshire Cat was surprised to see.

Because this was something she had only witnessed occur to the White Rabbit herself.

Meaning that Sana in some way was similar to the White Rabbit.

Additionally, Revy’s transformation was smoother than she expected. There was something she must have possessed that allowed for this extreme compatibility.

And that something was Serum S – the fluids of an Angel.

Sana wasn’t strengthened as much as she would have wanted. However, any amount of strength was better than none. All three of them engaged in ranged combat, keeping the Colors of the World at bay with one projectile at a time.

Cer was caught in the crossfire at times, but such attacks were no different from droplets of rain.

The wolfwoman’s brows furrowed. Her face twisted wickedly at the sight. A power that allowed people to change so easily would cause wars to be fought over it. Such a thing was an anomaly of the highest order.

“Res could’ve benefited from something like that. But then again... This idiot would’ve been stuck being blind for the rest of her life!” Cer roared, clashing head on with Res.

< “Sensory overloaded. Keep it all shut away. The world beyond is terrifying. It’s better to be blind to it all.” >

“SHUT THE FUCK UP RES AND LISTEN TO ME!” Cer was flung backwards, but she immediately bounced back, resuming her clash. “You know more than anyone else that I also hate this world! The humans, the serfs, the unwashed scumbags that litter every corner of the cities! How do you think we feel, Res!? Or the other children of Grandis!?”

< [CENSORED: Fear Attenuation] >

< “No one understands me. No one sees it like me. My eyes were jewels. It must all be kept hidden. The colors... were so red that day.” >

The claws that once attacked Cer emerged from Res’ body, swiping at her. No matter how small Cer’s body was, she was always able to clash with the abnormal proportions of her enemy.