[Edric's POV]
The outer regions of my inner world were more stable this time around... and the river didn't suck me into an unavoidable battle in some random plane. It was an entirely uninterrupted hike through the barren land as I tried to reach the other beings Raiden had sensed. While endlessly running would seem like a rather large waste of time, I used it as an opportunity to enhance my ability to... well, be faster.
From water slides to pushing myself with wind, gliding from mountains, and outright cloaking myself in lightning. Sure enough, my master of electro was the best by far and provided the best results, with anemo being noticeably worse and hydro... well, I only recently put any focus into training it, and that was mainly for healing.
Theoretically, hydro could be supremely powerful with a large body of water and perfect mastery - having read the Percy Jackson books as a teen, I'd know. Even though I'm not Poseidon's son (to my knowledge, anyway), I believe that kind of ability is certainly within my reach.
One thing that I do find strange is that the system places all of my elements under 'Storm Magic' instead of separating them, even though my ability largely varies between the three. It made me wonder if I could reach complete mastery by only training one element, or was it a measure of my average ability for all three? The latter certainly made more sense.
Regardless, I desired to master all of them. It was not just electro that won me the Battle at Eastwatch but rather a mix of anemo and electro - both swirling in synergy and enhancing each other. Elemental reactions clearly proved powerful... far more powerful than using a singular element.
"Perhaps we'd be faster if I carried you." Raiden Shogun suggested.
"... At the low price of all my dignity," I remarked, shaking my head. "Besides, I'm getting faster..."
"Ever so slightly."
"Every little counts."
...
After quite a while, I reached my destination.
In the middle of nowhere, there were two burials. All this traveling for that… Aerion has been rather creatively bankrupt when it comes to playing me.
I'm surprised he didn't take that personally-
I blinked and, oh boy, he did.
I found myself in an ancient, abandoned, city. Nature had been conquering it day by day, wrapping itself around the infrastructure and even growing inside. It had a strange beauty to it, a display of the unwavering spirit of nature overcoming man's creation. It may have taken a hundred, perhaps even thousands of years… but it triumphed nonetheless.
That is, if this city was real in the first place.
The distance between myself and the burials had increased greatly. It seemed like they were in the core of the city now. Raiden turned to me, raising a slight eyebrow.
"How strange…"
"I think too much," I admitted, chuckling. "I'll never think anything is too simple again."
"There might be some value to this place - outside of what we've been chasing."
"... Perhaps. Let's have a look."
The city was quite vast, a good bit larger than King's Landing. Parts of it were completely made of some sort of permanent ice. There were plenty of statues and other items of worship, all dedicated to a single figure which eerily reminded me of someone. The emptiness of the city gave an isolated, sorrowful feeling. My gut told me that it was real - someplace somewhere. Perhaps in some alternate future.
There was a museum of sorts holding elaborate paintings of events which remained standing, etched into marble walls. One depicted a single giant crowned Other-esque being facing an endless army of soldiers… only to leave a field of blood and ice. The next depicted that same Other ruling over those who remained. Then he led them in battle against more armies, winning each and every battle decisively.
In the final battle to decide the fate of the land, all that the Other had desired would come to fruition. The skies cracked open by overbearing lightning as the Other climbed a mountain, cutting down everything in his path. Once at the summit, he'd let go of everything and reach out, surrounded by the weapons of all his foes.
That Other… was me.
I tried not to think too much of it, but that was more difficult than I imagined. That possibility alone irked me. For a long while, my eyes remained still on the painting. Was this truly my destiny?
The last of the series depicted myself and Raiden united in the real world at the summit of the world. Warlords, princes, kings and emperors all knelt to this union. By all means, it might have the bearing of a good ending. But all of this - at what price?
I only had her, it seemed…
"What victory can you expect without sacrifice?" I heard a voice behind me. It was similar to my own, but… colder. Sharper. Like grinding ice against steel. "You think that with enough training, strategy, preparation and dedication that you can overcome the Night King without losing anything important? Don't be so naive…"
"And what did you sacrifice?" I slowly glanced back, seeing the painting come to life.
This version of me made the Night King seem… weak. He was a tower of ice that made me feel short and the sheer weight of his presence was almost suffocating. Those blue eyes were not just emotionless and cold; they were absolutely callous. Two abysses of deep blue that could not be satiated by anything. There was not a shred of humanity in them.
In a strange way, it was reassuring… and, in another, it was frightening. Was this what Brynden Rivers had seen?
"At some point, you will realise the world for what it is."
"That didn't answer my question." I raised an eyebrow.
"It is our little playground." The Other Edric grinned slightly. "Could you guess who our toys are?"
"You're one nasty piece of work," I remarked.
"Why, I'm you." He chuckled. "When you first arrived in this world, did you ever bother to think about your old family? Did it ever truly concern you? No, they were but an afterthought. But there was no use in dwelling on the past, right? A wonderful excuse… except why did you end up in a different world in the first place?"
"... What do you mean?"
"Oh… and what a timely arrival." The Other Edric turned to the entrance from where Raiden emerged. "Do you know why you were stripped of a body, dragged from your world of origin and chained to us like a good little girl?"
"Yes." Raiden answered, seemingly unaffected by the question. "Because of Edric."
"Well, I wouldn't expect any less from my sweetheart. You're right; it was me. It's always been about me. Me, me, me…" The Other Edric turned to me. "That's the root of everything and the only person you've ever truly cared about, Edric."
"That's a plain lie." I denied.
"The love you hold with your beloved is so very superficial both ways, and you know what's even more depressing? That nothing will ever make you truly satisfied. Sure, you defeat the Night King and grant your goddess a body… but what then? You stand alone at the summit of the world without anyone to challenge you."
"So, what would you do, Edric Storm? You'll sit on a throne for a hundred years, listen to the squabbles of those so far beneath you and be the greatest king to ever live? Hahahaha… oh, do I have news for you!"
"You sure do love to hear yourself talk." I chuckled, not allowing him to get to me. "You can speak for yourself as much as you'd like - but never me."
"Ignorance is bliss, as they say." The Other Edric did not look amused. "Ignorance does not change the truth, however. Our soul is broken beyond any sense of repair. Perhaps it was this way from the very beginning… I forget after so many years."
"I don't know what made you this way but you and I are not the same," I said, shaking my head.
"I miss this unrelenting optimism I used to possess." The Other Edric almost looked sad, though it came with a mocking tone. "You know where this lack of satisfaction stems from? In the end, we are just pawns in an even bigger playground and, deep down, we know this and absolutely abhor it. Defeat the Great Other, single-handedly kill over a hundred thousand men and have your name known far and wide - from east to west… the very requirements for Raiden's revival are just strings to lead us to His desired result. And how could we possibly resist? What other path is there?"
Every bit of what he said resonated with me...
"We can choose to keep growing, expand to other worlds, challenge the system and omnipotent being that chains us… but this game was rigged from the very beginning. Winning was never in the cards."
"We're just…"
He shattered into thousands of particles of ice, like glass breaking apart. Had he… been silenced? Did he say too much? No, if that was the case I would've forgotten it. Though, he was clearly stopped from saying more…
A second passed.
I blinked, frowning slightly. Did I forget something? Why is there so many bits of ice on the ground?
"Raiden, was there someone here?" I questioned.
"... Did you forget?"
"Forget what?"
"... Nevermind." Raiden shook her head. "It matters not."
"..." I felt strange, though I wasn't going to linger on it. "What do you think of these paintings?"
"They seem to hold some truth. I believe this is one of your possible ends."
"Becoming the very thing I sought to destroy," I remarked. "The irony of it all is not lost on me. As much as I might dislike it, the more I think about it, the more it doesn't seem so terrible, however. Surely it's better than dying to the Night King?"
"... No." She rejected, very strongly, I might add.
"You'd rather I die?"
"I'd rather you not become… that. Think of how it would change you. Look at the atrocities that you would commit. Would you be any different to the Night King?"
"It seems that I did it all for you."
"I'd give my life in a heartbeat to stop that from happening."
"Perhaps it's your sacrifice that leads me down that path in the first place." I looked at the radiant purple sword that the paintings showed. "The guilt of you giving your life for my own a second time… if you could sacrifice yourself for the world, why couldn't a couple thousand be sacrificed in turn?"
"That's where the Edric I've known dies."
"What am I supposed to do, then? Let you pass away into nothing? I made a promise, and I'll fulfill it."
"It might be better for you to forget about that promise entirely."
Those words hit harder than any warhammer could.
"... You're joking, right?" I raised an eyebrow. "Everything…"
"Live for yourself, Edric. You are better than a pawn in that god's game."
"I've… never had much of a choice."
"You do. You always have." She managed a smile, grabbing hold of my face. "Do you recall the day you resigned from my service?"
"Of course…"
"The words you said then hurt me more than anything ever has… but now I've come to realise that it is the Edric the world needs. The truth is that I never should have made you fall in love with me again…"
She shook her head, her purple eyes shaking slightly as they grew tearful. Her hands lowered, grasping my left hand, which bore my transformed insignia yet kept the words 'Live' and 'Eternity'.
"All I've done is set you back on the path of doing anything for me, becoming the same selfish tyrant that you said you would not become."
"How little faith do you have in me?" I questioned.
"I know each of the requirements. How do you intend to justify killing a hundred thousand men? How would you achieve that without losing yourself in the process?"
"... When did you-"
"You never told me but I know. Better yet, how would it feel going through that because He simply felt like making you do it? If He changed it to a million, would you still do it? What if He feels like making it ten million? The entire world? You have absolutely no control over that… but you do have control over yourself."
"Would you be satisfied being led on the path of his choosing like a stringed puppet?"
"... No." I shook my head. "But it's seemingly the only way I can bring you to life. I said it once before, didn't I? A world without you isn't worth living… and I meant it. I don't care what becomes of me to see it through."
"Even if you don't, I do. If you become a monster because of me…"
"Then feel free to do what you will when I hold you in my arms for the first time." I smiled, a strong gust of wind brushing inside. "Kill me, call me a fool, refuse to see me again… I would have fulfilled my promise regardless. As for the person that I'd have become by then, have some faith in me, alright?"
"This is not the matter to be stubborn about."
"It is precisely the opposite." I shook my head. "You want to just be sacrificed, and that be the end of it all? After everything that we've been through? Over my dead body. My mind will never ever change on this."
"Then perhaps I'll have to kill you after all."
She turned away, clearly trying to sway me.
"If that's what you decide to do, I'll accept it."
"You absolute fool. I simply… wish for you to find your joy." She sighed. "From what I've seen, I only ever lead you to ruin… perhaps it's time you realised that."
"It's a little contradictory then, isn't it?" I embraced her from behind, wrapping my arms around her. As powerful as she was, she wasn't much taller than the normal woman. "You are my joy. You give me confidence, strength and the resolve to keep going even when it feels like everything around me is turning to shit…"
"I wish you were the same sheepish and charmless man I first met." She closed her eyes and I noticed her face redden ever slightly. "That would make pushing you away so much easier."
"I love you too." I smiled. "Whatever happens between now and then, we'll always figure it out. That's why… I'm not worried."
"Mhm…" She nodded. "In the end, nothing can change your mind when you're set on something. I can only hope that you are right…"
"Trust me-"
"-Enough sweet talking." She pushed me off. "Are you forgetting the reason why we've travelled here?"
"No, I was only distracted by your blinding beauty… and, you know, the idea of becoming the next Night King and conquering the world. I reckon I'd be unstoppable, not to mention the abilities that I could gain..."
"You aren't seriously considering it?"
"Hmmmm." I stroked my chin. "The more I think about it, the better it seems... well, other than the whole being made of ice part of it. Imagine what I could accomplish with an army of white walkers that I have complete control over? I would put slavery to shame. Not to mention, my lifespan would be far greater... hell, I might even be immortal."
"That is one good point, I suppose..." She raised an eyebrow. "But what of all the possible side effects of this change?"
"All I'm saying is it's better than being six feet under." I shrugged.
"Mhm."
"Not a fan of me having a bit of ice down there?"
"I'm afraid I might melt you by accident... or snap it in half. Ice is brittle, after all."
I chuckled.
"Right. Let's get going before I get woken up."
"You're the one getting sidetracked all the time." Raiden crossed her arms.
"What can I say? I'm in a chatty mood today."
Leaving the strange museum, I felt like something was missing, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. When did Raiden become aware of the additional requirements for her to have a body in the real world? I don't recall ever mentioning it. Nevertheless, she knew and it seemed to turn her away from the prospect of me bringing her to life.
Of course, a hundred thousand was no small number, but surely there was enough scum in the world for me not to resort to putting down innocent people? Not to mention enemies... thanks to Daenerys, I'll be gaining a lot of those.
Indeed, I had no reason to doubt myself.
The core and most outstanding part of the city was a palace that featured an exceedingly long stairway, which had a distinctly unique YiTish (or Chinese) touch to it. Was this where the 'east' part of the prophecy would lead me? A large, fractured nation in perpetual war and conflict could use a guiding hand...
As we made our way up the stairs and through the main gate, a throneroom lost to time awaited us. Though seemingly untouched for countless years, the purple and golden runes etched into the throne glowed ever so beautifully. It looked like a throne meant for two.
Someone was a progressive Emperor...
To each side of this great throne, there was a coffin. The same ones I had seen prior and been so close to reaching before I opened my big... thoughts? Well, here they were.
I went left first, popping it open.
"Would you look at that?" My eyes widened slightly at the sight. "What a surprise..."
It was a familiar face, reminding me of Renly and myself, though not one I had ever seen in particular. Black hair that was only the tiniest shade lighter than my own, tall, decent build... it was no coincidence.
"I'd assume the other coffin contains your daughter," Raiden noted.
"A family reunion in my dreams before ever meeting in the real world." I chuckled, shaking my head before turning to 'Garth Storm'. "Wakey, wakey. You're not dead, are you?"
Slowly, his eyes opened, a similar blue as my own. Yeah, that's my son, alright. I didn't know how to feel about that.
"You..." As soon as his eyes gained clarity, his hand shot up. "BASTARD!"
WHOOSH.
I got sent flying to the side by a mighty gust of wind, slamming into the wall. Thankfully, this was my inner world; otherwise, I'd likely be dealing with back pain for the rest of my life. Not to mention the brain damage...
"This new generation..." I raised my head, recovering rapidly. "Maybe Margaery should've drank the moontea, after all."
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
He followed up with another gust of wind, slamming me deeper into the wall. Then, in the blink of an eye, flashed right next to me and formed fists of... stone?
BAM. BAM. BAM.
Anyway, he started whaling on me. Anger issues are, indeed, part of my bloodline. I don't know what I did to piss him off, but it didn't seem trivial... the joke wasn't that bad, was it? Anyway, compared to the beatings Raiden would dish out, this really was child's play. It felt like getting hit by a soft pillow by comparison.
"You don't want to be carried by me, but getting beaten by your son is acceptable?" Raiden mused.
"Getting beaten... is a stretch."
I raised my right hand and caught his fist, twisting it. His body followed suit before I curled my left fingers into a fist, electro-elemental energy sparking all around it, and slammed it right into his gut.
He got the same treatment, flying off backwards and crashing into the throne, breaking it apart. I finally left my hole in the wall, jumping right out.
"I hope the daughter is more tame than you," I remarked, dusting myself off. "You feel like talking yet?"
He rose from the wreckage, shaking his head. Looks like I wasn't the only one with brilliant regeneration here.
"... You're... younger and not... an Other." He remarked. "Where in Seven Hells am I?"
"My inner world," I replied casually.
"Your what-?"
"Not sure for how long you'll be freeloading, so I won't bother explaining everything... buut, I am curious, what did I do in the future to get a reaction like that?"
"Oh, not too much." Garth took a deep breath. "You abandoned us, set aside the Realm and sailed off east while an age of chaos erupted in your absence. You never bothered to return, either, even as everything was falling apart..."
It looks like he inherited the sense of humour, too.
"It sounds like the punches were warranted... except, you know, you hit the wrong Edric Storm. Should've saved them for your actual father."
"Mayhaps you will end the same." He retained a guarded expression.
"Ehhh, doubt it. How old are you now?"
"A man grown."
"Sixteen." I stroked my chin. "Or, well, ten-and-six. You're a very strong lad for your age..."
"... Not truly." He shook his head. "I'm actually... rather weak."
"Really now?" I questioned. "Seemed pretty strong to me."
"That... was a one-time occurrence."
"Well, if you can do it once, you can do it again." I shrugged. "Where's your confidence? Did you leave it in the coffin?"
I looked to the side and saw Raiden pop open the other coffin.
"Wait... who is that purple woman?"
"Your future stepmother, probably."
As Raiden had predicted, the other coffin had contained my other grown child. It was strange since physically they were actually older than me... on that note, it's strange to be a thirteen year old dad in the first place. Alysanne had taken much from her mother, from the brown curls, an almost identical face and even her posture. However, she was a good bit taller, and those blue eyes most definitely came from me.
Unlike a certain other unfilial child, she didn't slam me into a wall and start relentlessly punching me. Instead, her demeanour was very calm despite the entirely strange surroundings. Her aura, most of all, was so gentle that it was almost missable yet very much present.
All of a sudden, the unease from Garth's face washed away.
"Alys... you're here too?"
"Lady Raiden." Alysanne seemed to recognise her immediately, stepping out of the coffin. "It's strange to see you not as a ghost."
I raised an eyebrow. The boy didn't recognise her, but she did?
"You could see me in your youth?"
"I've seen lots of things." She smiled slightly, turning to me. "And father... how I missed you."
While I remained still, she cut the space between us in but an instant and wrapped her arms around my chest. She smelt like a sweet bouquet of flowers... which was fitting, considering they adorned her entire dress, and she wore a brilliant floral crown. Even though she was practically a stranger to me, her warmth was something I found difficult to deny.
Given what Garth told me, was I worthy of such a reaction?
"One throws me into a wall and repeatedly punches me, and the other gives me a warm hug," I remarked, chuckling. "For twins, you couldn't have reacted more differently."
"He did what-?" Alysanne let go and turned back to look at Garth.
"I... woke up... frustrated." Garth scratched his hair, looking away. He looked guilty.
"Hmph." Alysanne shook her head disapprovingly before turning back to me. "Well, he doesn't look very hurt."
"Indeed, I'm perfectly fine. I've been sliced to a hundred pieces here before." I smiled slightly, glancing at Raiden. Still... why were they here in the first place? "Garth, you said you woke up frustrated, yes? What do you last remember?"
"I remember hearing of my uncle's death in battle..." Garth clenched his fists. "The world around me was breaking apart, and I... am not you. I never was a warrior; I couldn't grab a warhammer and lead my people to victory. No, all I could do was sit and wait... hoping that others would bring victory. I felt so helpless."
"And then I saw you, the person who I blamed for all of this... and all my anger rushed out at once."
Isekai'd to my inner world...
"... Well." I slowly nodded. "A justified reaction, I suppose. So, you sought strength, didn't you?"
"Yes, in a way." Garth nodded.
"Did I not leave any legitimate heirs?" I questioned.
"No, you never married." Garth shook his head. "It was said that you would have preferred to do so after the Others had been defeated... until you became one yourself. Afterwards, the matters of the Realm never concerned you again."
I wonder how Arya felt in that timeline... this 'Other' Edric truly did not care about anyone else.
"And so, without me, everything falls apart," I remarked.
"Many of your supporters, lords and great heroes alike, fell in the winter. You were the last of the Baratheons, and only our uncle lived out of your entire Kingsguard." Alysanne added. "It was such a great blow to the Realm that it turned on itself almost immediately. Lords rebelled on their paramounts, new magic wielders emerged, and many smallfolk turned to banditry to sustain themselves. Even to this day, the chaos has not ceased... if anything, it has gotten worse."
"What killed Ser Arthur?" It was the question I wanted answered most out of everything that came to mind.
"He gave his life for yours so that you could live to fight another day."
Of course...
"... I see." I slowly nodded. "So he fulfilled his duty to the bitter end while I dishonoured his sacrifice by running away from my duty."
It made me unnecessarily angry at myself.
"You have not done any of that yet, have you?" Alysanne shook her head. "You are well in your power to do things differently."
"But that won't change what has happened to both of you, will it?" I smiled with a slight bitterness. "If I could, I'd march down there and smack every region into shape... but I can't. Even if I could, you wouldn't learn to do anything but rely on others to do everything for you. You two are so much greater than that."
"You are here for that very reason; there is no doubt in my mind! I will do what I can to rectify my other self's mistakes and prepare you to change the course of your timeline."
"You think we could bring peace to an entire continent?" Garth seemed doubtful.
"Are you going to wait for some legendary hero to emerge and do it for you, Flowers?" I questioned, tilting my head. "Are you going to keep walking around and blaming the Other me for abandoning you - finding excuse after excuse to justify the situation that you're in like a hopeless coward... or are you going to live up to the name that your mother gave you and take hold of your own destiny?"
"I will..."
"I don't hear you." I shook my head.
"I WILL!"
"You will what?"
"BRING THIS AGE OF CHAOS TO AN END, NO MATTER WHAT IT TAKES!"
He might've overdone it, heh.
"... Okay." I nodded approvingly. Whatever Aerion was plotting, I... was invested. Something about training your own son struck a chord with me. "I'll make a warrior out of you soon enough."
"This training seems... very targetted," Alysanne noted. "Father, do you think of me as incapable because I'm the daughter?"
"Er... right." Garth scratched his hair. "Magic comes more easily to Alys than breathing. If anything, you should focus on her."
"Is that so?" I questioned, turning to Alysanne. "Try to defeat me."
"My magic isn't meant for harming others." She shook her head.
"Do you intend to crush your foes with kindness?" I raised an eyebrow. "Heal them to death?"
"... I mean." She shrugged slightly. "Mayhaps it could work."
"Then you've only proven my initial thoughts right. There is no use in training you to fight since you lack the stomach for it. Go to the side and plant a few flowers; it seems to me that you're far better at that."
My words were intentionally harsh.
"... You're entirely right, father." Alysanne smiled bitterly. "No one ever saw fit to put a sword in my hand, much less a warhammer or bow. I don't have your overwhelming strength, size or endurance. I've spent my entire life trying to heal a world where there is so much pain and suffering. It's like planting a flower and watching it be trampled over and over again..."
"To be so powerful yet so powerless... I'm so weary of it." Her eyes flashed a very distinct purple. "I might lack the will to kill - but I will find the strength to defend the innocent. That is my resolve, father, and I will not be denied."
"She has your spirit," Raiden remarked. "With a softer edge that may yet be sharpened."
In my heart, it felt wrong... but I couldn't turn her away either.
"Very well."
[Extra, not exactly canon - just did it for fun... also this is a chapter from a month ago, so it's kinda funny how it aged. No more 3 week waits, haha!]
"System, why don't you let me take a peak at their stats?" Edric questioned, stroking his chin.
[System: I was created only to do so for you.]
"Come onnn, show me how they compare to their ol' dad. What's the worst that can happen, Aerion fires you?"
A moment of silence would pass.
"With a cherry on top? Please? I rarely ever say please, you know."
[System: I know. Kingship has provided you with a great sense of pride.]
"Does our deep bond mean nothing to you?"
[System: You never talk to me...]
"... That is true. Nothing really to talk about, though. I mean, what's your favourite NBA team?"
[System: Celtics.]
"Where can I get a different system?" Edric sighed. "Is there a marketplace for Systems?"
[System: I've received orders from up top... it seems that your wish has been granted.]
"Ahhh, let's see."
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Name: Alysanne Storm
Age: 16
~Lord~
Charm: 172 (Endearing Maiden V, Diplomat III)
Leadership: 32 (Inspiring Leader I)
Steward: 25
~Warrior~
Athletics: 10
Battle Instincts: 0
Warhammer: 0
~Knight~
Sword: 0
Riding: 31 (Riding I)
Armour: 0
~Ranger~
Marksman: 0
Scouting: 28 (Scouting I)
Throwing: 3
~Smith~
Blacksmithing: 0
Engineering: 15
~Stranger~
Roguery: 43 (Serpent II)
Trade: 0
Medicine: 85 (Doctor IV)
~Mage~
Storm (Hydro): 21
Greenseer: 70
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Name: Garth Storm
Age: 16
~Lord~
Charm: 47 (Diplomat I)
Leadership: 5
Steward: 100 (Midas Touch V)
~Warrior~
Athletics: 19
Battle Instincts: 15
Warhammer: 0
~Knight~
Sword: 27
Riding: 38 (Riding I)
Armour: 17
~Ranger~
Marksman: 1
Scouting: 32 (Scouting I)
Throwing: 0
~Smith~
Blacksmithing: 15
Engineering: 92 (Engineering IV)
~Stranger~
Roguery: 0
Trade: 78
Medicine: 13
~Mage~
Storm (Anemo): 11
Greenseer: 0
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"172 CHARM?!!!!! She might really be able to kill people with kindness alone..."
"85 medicine, 100 steward, 92 engineering..." Edric felt like crying. "It's either close to 0 or practically maxed out. How is 92 engineering even possible at that age? Is he Planetos' Da Vinci?"
[System: Fun fact, Alysanne's and Garth's point totals are 535 and 510 respectively, whereas your current one at only thirteen years of age is 1230+. Even combined, they are inferior despite having a combined age of 32 - which is an age advantage of 19. When you were 11 years of age, your point total was also 749, which is still greater than either of them by a great degree. So... if you believe them to be overly talented, maybe you should look at yourself, Mr Gary Stu.]
"One problem, you're also using my stats alone. I'm sure they have skills in other places."
[System: Accounting for their other skills is far beyond my pay grade.]
"You're a bum, I get it."
[System: Truth be told, the author is being lazy and just wants to publish the chapter before going to sleep. It's been like 3 weeks since the last upload hooly moly he sucks.]
"Generational fall-off, man... this is NOT the SovereignOfHeaven I grew up with. This loser needs to stop playing Marvel Rivals and lock the fuck in!!!"
Stop breaking the 4th wall, retards.
"Sir yes sir... though, when am I getting off this godforsaken NORTH? It's been PRACTICALLY A YEAR since I've seen Arthur. TIME IS PASSING SLOWER IN LORE THAN IN REAL LIFE, and now I got babysitting duty to eat up the word count AHHHHH this is absolutely ridiculous!"
Soon, my son... soon. Big things coming.