I couldn't think clearly, from her strange appearance, to her unparalleled strength. Night said without fear:
"Who are.....you"
Her cold eyes were heightened by the moonlight as she said:
"Sylvia, the cursed Immortal "
Runes lit up in front of him. Night was still trying to figure it out. All he could say was.....
What the hell was going on.
Night stared at the runes still . Sylvia, night walked closer, resisting the urge to run away. His path being unlocked here was a surprise to him, but it was nothing to compare to the power to kill multiple horrors in a single moment. Night got closer, but each step he took, the stronger the urge to run became. When he got close enough, he got down on both knees.
"Please make me your disciple".
She didn't say anything, but suddenly the force increased, night felt the urge to strangle himself. He could barely breathe.
"No".
Night was shocked, the rejection was just too weird to understand. She walked past him, night grabbed her hand. She stared at him, night knew one wrong move could held him.
"I have nothing to teach you"
She shake of his hand and vanished into the darkness as she walked into the cave.
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Night stared at his runes, as his fatigue slowly vanished. An aspect, was the key of every seeker, traits were meaningless without an aspect, since every trait gets tied to the aspect once obtained. Just like how the aspect was the origin that ties one's traits, the path, it the art to mastering it. It was the only way to use the aspect to the fullest. But it could only be unlocked, when certain conditions have been met.
Yet...
Aspect's Path- ???
1st Art -Locked
2nd Art -Locked
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[Conditions haven't been met to unlock it]
Although they were locked, it still made a difference. Somehow, he knew, that his survival was tied to her, with or without knowing who she was. So the only option was to find a way to become her disciple.
Night tried to stand up, without really on anything, but that just left him writhing in pain, he fell without making any effort. But he tried again, the only way to prove to her was to gain her trust, but in his current state, the only thing he could do was show he was weak.
After a series of trial and failure, he was finally able to barely stand. His body aching from the numerous times he fell. Next he went no to push ups, he couldn't even manage to do one. But he tried again....
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Three days passed, night's wounds had healed, and he was left a bit more resilient than before. Each day, he thought of every method to convince Sylvia to teach him, but each time, he either nearly killed or chased away with some ridiculous task.
He'd grown far more than he expected since he met her. Each night, he tried to replicate what he'd seen that night, it wasn't as terrifying as the forgotten art, but it was easier and more usable at his current state. But, all he could manage was only a crude copy of the actual thing, each time he failed, more ideas only came to his head.
Night stomach growled, he'd barely eaten anything, living on the dried meat straps he had left since he couldn't think of even taking on a spawn in his current state. Each time he ate the meat, he could only remember the sweetness of the grapes.
Night went back to training, he'd rebuilt his body enough, so it was time to move to his traits. Night picked up a tree branch.
[Shadow manipulation]
Shadowy mist seeped into a wooden twig, then moved like it was alive, it took a straight shape, then a whip and lastly he tried to extend it and make it longer. The shadow dissipated from the twig when it snapped. It seemed that was the limit a single branch could handle. But there was something he still didn't understand, how could shadow manipulation work on an imbued object.
No matter how much he pondered on it, nothing came. So he gave up on the thought for now.
★★★
Slowly, the days pilled up into a week, night tried his best to prove and convince, but each time he was still rejected. He knew he was doing it for his own benefit, but it was clear, there a reason she desparately tried to refuse him.Every time he asked she either refused with blood lust or an excuse. And each time she did, it was apparent she softened to him. Her voice became a little more alive and human.
After training, night stared at a grape, considering whether to eat one or not even despite the consequences he would face. Sylvia's voice echoed in background:
"You can eat it,
Night stared at her, not knowing what to do, he took one and eat it. The sweet nectar flowed through his mouth, then along with it was the feeling of a weird and disgusting energy weighing down on his heart. Then it vanished, it was just like the when he killed a spawn, unlike the first tine he ate it, he felt fine..
Night saw it as an opportunity, and walked up to Sylvia and asked again:
"Take me as your disciple"
A force incomparable to bloodlust filled his senses. It was unlike anything he'd face when ever he approached her. One wrong move could lead to his death.
"All right"
Night blinked several times, before saying;
"You.....agree!"
Before he could say anything else, she spoke up;
"Kill the guardian of this place and i might consider it, do you still want to be my disciple"
Without any fear he said yes.
I will give you a week to prepare, just so you know, if you fail no one will save you. You caused your own death. Remember that, since its only a matter of time every thing i said becomes true.