Chapter 15: The Hunt Begins

Chapter 15: The Hunt Begins

[Name: Thomas Lowe.

Age: 18

Soul Card: The Fool [Level 1]

Statistics:

Physical: 4

Mental: 9

Proprioception: 5

Soul Power: 16/31 [35]

Deck Cards:

1. The Flame [Common]: Level 3

Ability:

Ember Level 3 [1025/1500]: Release a small, concentrated burst of hot flames that drain 1 SP for every fourty seconds of continuous use. [Level 3 reward- Range has been increased by 1 meter. Ember lasts for five additional seconds for every 1 SP spent].

2. Water Propulsion [Common]: Level 1

Ability:

Torrent Level 1 [0/100]: Release a linear, compressed torrent of water that drains 1 SP for every fired shot.

3. Earths Vitality [Common]: Level 3

Ability:

Even now, he expected his mind to rebel against him, to pit himself against a tide of guilt he couldnt overcome but. Tom realized that hed begun to adapt to the situation.

This was his reality now.

That should be disheartening. It had been disheartening merely a few minutes ago.

But Tom. had never felt this powerful in his life.

If he just kept going.

He could do something.

Become someone.

Even now, instead of wallowing in despair like he would normally do, Tom was prioritizing his next move. Over half his SP was gone, and whilst Tom was almost certain it would recover in time, the same way ones stamina recovered after a good rest, he didnt know how long it would take.

Before Tom had felt alone. Isolated. Confused.

Now though, when he looked down at the four [Deck Cards] held in his left hand, he realized that his role had shifted.

From the prey to the predator.

He knew what his next move was.

He needed to get [The Fool] card to a higher level. But he couldnt overlook the [Deck Cards] that had contributed to his survival.

Shadow Cloak, Tom muttered, watching as thick shadows begun to coalesce and wrap around him, continuously swirling and shifting as they bent the light around him. His sclera began to glow with a black sheen as he saw past the obscurement, his gaze shining with both clarity of purpose and mind.

A minute later Tom was gone, leaving behind only the signs of a struggle. He was now concealed amongst the shadows of the thick forest,

Waiting. Watching. Seeking.

It was time to fight back.