After last night's.... events, Marcel was left with unanswered questions, however, he wasnt sure he wished to know the answers. Marcel went through his regular routine, showered, got dressed, brushed his teeth, tried to get to level 6 but, for some reason, something wasn't letting him, even though he had met the exp requirements for his next level it wouldn't go up. The interface appeared once more.
[TO ENTER LEVEL 6 REQUIREMENTS MUST BE MET:]
[EXP REMAINING: 0]
[MAGIC SPELL 'shadow beast' NOT ACQUIRED]
"Oh and just when I thought you'd finally left me alone... okay interface, how do I get shadow beast?" Marcel asks the interface.
[TO OBTAIN 'shadow beast' YOU MUST ANALYSE ONE BEAST CLASS MONSTER THAT ISN'T TAMED BY ANOTHER ADVENTURER]
"Dammit I could of analysed red, oh well" Marcel said, exasperated.
Marcel opened the window and stepped off the ledge, then as he was plummeting down to the ground, he began using a wind spell that slowed down his fall, until he touched the ground, where he just casually walks off as if he didn't just jump out a window, 50 feet off the ground.
Marcel goes to the seat where Gregory and Nora were.
"Hey guys, how are you?" Marcel asks with a smile
"Marcy!" Nora shouts
"Hey man" Gregory shouts
Red jumps up to Marcel and begins licking his face.
"Nora... I thought I told you not to call me that" Marcel says quietly, as he began to blush
"Hmmm I don't think I remember that conversation" Nora says jokingly
"Oh god- anyways how did your exams go?" Marcel asks, trying to change the topic
"Oh they were really easy actually" Nora says proudly
"Yeah, I mean all the other students seemed pretty weak" Gregory adds on
"Its probably because all the royals are just let in regardless of their ability" Marcel says, agitated by the thought of royalty
Marcel goes onto explain how he has to analyse a beast monster to get a new shadow power. And so they head into a nearby forest to search for the beast, the first one they encounter is a small bunny, fast but extremely weak. They move on. The next is a big bear monster, strong but very slow, Marcel wanted one that possessed both strength and speed. They go a little deeper into the forest as Marcel is looking through every hole, near any sound, until they all hear a deathly growl coming from just beyond a few bushes, marcel begins to full charge towards the sound as Nora, Gregory and red chase after him. As they reach the other side of the bushes, they stop and look up to see Marcel standing in front of a towering, man like beast, it was a werewolf. A rare variation of the wolf type monster. To analyse the beast Marcel had to beat the beast into submission, but the thing about werewolves is..... they are the second most stubborn thing in the planet. The first being Marcel.
"Can I?" Marcel turns around and asks the other two, like a child asking his parents for a toy
Nora, Gregory and Red all roll their eyes in unison. As they know, no matter what they say, Marcel was getting that werewolf to submit.
Marcel began his clash with the great beast, who used its claws to strike at Marcel, who dodged each attack seamlessly, countering with his shadow magic. Then, in a single moment the werewolf slashed, upwards at Marcel, and as he was thrown backwards by the attack, a spray of blood came with him. Nora and Marcel paralyzed with horror. However, just before he was about to hit the ground, Marcel's right eye, which had been cut, begins to glow and he snaps his fingers. Marcel vanishes, as his body seemed to instantaneously dissipate. Then, only a few seconds after, voice from behind the beast arose.
"I liked to call that one shadow phase, and I took this one from you" The voice stated
Suddenly, the beast screams in pain as it falls to its knees and standing behind it.... is Marcel, with blood covering his face and his right arm engulfed in shadow magic, his hand in the shape of a claw, surrounding his fingers. As Marcel looks up at the other two he smiles, trying to hide the pain.
"Dumbass" Nora says, sniffing away her tears, as she turns around
The werewolf tries to take advantage if the situation and tries to stand up, Marcels claw retracts and a long staff with a large, curved blade at the top of it, as if he had just stolen the scythe of death himself. Marcel placed the scythe on the beast's neck, the werewolf flinches and stops moving.
"Ahh so you do have a little bit of intelligence in that head of yours huh?" Marcel says smirking
The wolf nodded.
"Wait..... You can understand me?!" Marcel shouts, confused and curious as ever
The werewolf turns around to look at him and tries to reciprocate the smirk that was on Marcel's face a moment ago. Marcel's eyes begin to light up like a Christmas tree, his mind, racing a thousand miles per hour with questions he needed answers to. Marcel suddenly stops nerding out turns to the beast with a strange loom over his face, as he sat down in front of it. Then he spoke.
"What are you? Can all werewolves understand humans? Please YOU HAVE TO TELL ME!!" It turns out that Marcel, in fact, couldn't stop nerding out after all.
The werewolf seemed to start, almost, laughing at Marcel. After the beast, calmed itself down, it held out its hand and looked at Marcels. Marcel, hesitantly, placed his hand on top of the werewolf's hand. Then, Marcel heard a voice within his head.
"Your a pretty good fighter" The voice says
Marcel falls backwards with shock on his face, he recalls his talk with Arthur and how the passage within the first magicians diary, and how it spoke about the variation of magic called 'mind' And Marcel realises this must be it. Marcel, once more, reaches out to the werewolf's hand, to once more connect with it.
"Sorry about that, I've never spoken with a human before" The werewolf says
"And I, you" Marcel replies
"Anyways what business do you have here?" The werewolf asks
"I simply wish to have you join us on our adventures. Of course if you do not want to come with us, I understand" Marcel says, trying to persuade it
"hmm, alright I'll join you, I understand from reading your mind you have no bad intentions and you wish to cloak me in this shadow magic?" The werewolf queries
"Wow, that makes things a lot easier" Marcel says, with a sigh of relief
The werewolf and Marcel both stand up and nod to each other, Marcel's index finger becomes shadow as he places it onto the werewolf's forehead. The shadow begins to spread all across its body, and when the transformation was complete Marcel's finger returns to flesh and bone. Marcel speaks.
"Now, my shadow beast, I shall call you... Lupin"
[LEVEL 6 ACHIEVED]