Chapter 50: Orvod the mountain shaper (2)

Chapter 50: Orvod the mountain shaper (2)

Sofia was fleeing as fast as she could, she had left the mountains in a few long jumps, and was running through the flat wheat fields at breakneck speed. Orvod flew about as fast as she ran, tailing her a hundred or so meters behind, his eight remaining stone lotuses in tow. He had taken two large chunks of mountain with him as he gave chase. The several ton boulders spun around him, losing large chunks of stone every so often, slowly taking the shape of a colossal trident and bell.

Whats with the size of these! Is he hunting a fucking dragon? Im not that fat!

The stone trident was so gigantic, even if the prongs hit her, she would be crushed rather than impaled and the bell had to be large enough to destroy a castle if it was dropped on it. She could tell from a distance that they were getting pumped chock-full with mana. These would hit extra hard, and they wouldnt break on impact either.

At the end of the fields, Sofia ran straight into the forest, losing sight of the hero chasing her. The increasing mana disturbance coming from his 'weapons' was enough to inform her that he was still hot on her tail. She didnt even take time to dodge the trees, finding it faster to run straight through them, devastating everything in her path.

Twenty seconds later, she emerged out of the forest on the other side. And finally noticing that the trident was now fully formed, completely filled with mana, furiously rotating on its axis, and pointing straight at her.

She could only jump to avoid the stab of the ridiculous stone trident, it lodged itself in the ground below. The terrifying impact shook the earth. Scared by the noise and shock, entire flocks of birds flew off from the nearby forest. But the worst was still to come, the giant bell had yet to strike, and she was still midair, unable to dodge. Her only option was to use the spell stored in her other leg. Under the spells effect, the bells trajectory was ever so slightly altered, missing her by a hairs breadth. The air shockwave from the massive bell hitting the ground below propelled her forward, allowing her to resume her mad dash for the promised land that was finally in sight, the primordial lake.

While the hero actually had to pause to ready his weapons once more, she jumped over the last stretch of land, and plunged straight into the deep lake. This time, the skills description came a bit later, but it was already detailed.

[Misfortune] : Through the power of sheer bad luck, ever so slightly alter the immediate fate of your enemy in your favor. Costs 10000 mana per cast, 500 seconds cooldown. Right leg blood vessels must be undamaged for the skill to correctly resolve.

Inside the lake was cold and empty. Sofia could swim faster than she could run with her new body, even better, she didnt need to breathe, and she was certain she could stay underwater for as long as she wanted. This body could probably just as well swim in molten lava without too much trouble, its resilience and adaptability was admirable, save for the detail that it couldnt fly.

They never reached her, getting lost in the mana dense water, she had used [Regret], which had made her choose to attack another one. That was two flowers dealt with once again. She plunged deep in the lake to have a second to think. Although both of her strikes had worked, dodging the trident was an arduous task and [Misfortune] was still on cooldown for 20 seconds so she wanted to wait that out before her next attack.

Four flowers left. Now if I can get rid of the bell I could manage to find an opening. With how he keeps it over his head I cant touch him without getting slammed too Alright, this will cripple my speed but I have no choice. Time to see in action why this was a Necromancers ritual.

Without hesitation, which was greatly helped by the fact she couldnt feel pain, Sofia filled her tail with mana, activating the spell within, and used her own claws to chop it off at the base. Her tail would grow back but it would take a day or two. Just like that, all of her maximum stats dropped by twenty thousand. This better be worth it.

The next part of the skill was quite gross, the cut tails bloody end sprouted in an explosion of pulsating flesh, it was growing a new body. An undead body.

[Grief] : Create the high tier undead Hollow Grief from the cut tail of a Demon of Sorrow. Only one Hollow Grief may exist at any given time. The Hollow Grief has no active skills but it copies the Demon of Sorrows fighting style and physical capabilities. The Hollow Grief has the innate passive skill [Mirror of grief]. Hollow tails blood vessels must be undamaged for the skill to correctly resolve.

[Mirror of grief] : The Hollow Grief is always seen as someone precious that has been lost, should there be such a person in the observers memory.

This was a cruel skill that took advantage of ones emotions. As the undeads body formed, it hurt her but she couldnt avoid looking, underwater and in a body that couldnt shed tears, Sofias missing heart ached. The undead would fight for her but she wasnt immune to its skill.

In front of her, with glazed eyes and an out of place long tail, a small child with wavy blonde hair in a ragged dress floated, listless in the water. It was awaiting her orders.

Saria