blueteamnovel Chapter 9: Week Later
Chapter 9: Week Later
Chapter 9: Week Later
/Stab/
/Thud/
Zephyx stabbed the wolf in the side, his blade deep in the flesh. The beast gave out a last, mournful whine before it fell to his feet. Its light faded, the forest grew quiet with an uneasy stillness. He stood, panting, sweat trailing down his brow, his armor held together by no more than threads. Cuts and scrapes scored his body like a dark count of his fights. The cost of fighting without proper technique was beginning to tell. Each fight left him more bruised, and each win more hollow.
Week had passed since the day he was transmigrated here, and every day he had been hunting and training.
Zephyx winced at the state of his blade. The dagger itself was fine, but somehow not quite right in his hand—a poor fit for his combat style. "I should be replacing this," he muttered to himself, sheathcoming the dagger.
Pulling out a health potion from his inventory, he uncorked it and downed the contents in one gulp. The familiar warm sensation enveloped him, healing his wounds and washing away the pain. The potion worked quickly, mending torn skin and soothing aching muscles. He exhaled deeply and said, "Status."
In response, the translucent screen appeared before him.
[Status]
[Name: Zephyx / Edgar Neal]
Age: 15
[Affinity: Ice, Fire, Water, Land, Wind]
[Stats:
(Str): 20
She smiled, a faint curve of her lips that carried both amusement and something far more enigmatic. "One hour, then," she said.
Zephyx nodded and went into the training room, again delving into the exercise of his affinities. Today, he was working on new combinations, testing the boundaries of what he could accomplish with fire and ice. He blended the elements together, forming them into twisting bursts of energy.
An hour later, drenched in sweat and mentally drained, he exited the training room. Drusilly was waiting for him at the entrance, her eyes lingering on him for a moment longer than usual. She didn't speak, but her gaze said enough. There was an intrigue there, curiosity.
Zephyx returned the key and made his way back to the inn. By the time he reached his room, exhaustion had settled into his bones. Collapsing onto the bed, he let sleep take him.
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A knock on the window jolted Zephyx awake. Blinking into the darkness, he turned toward the source of the sound. The moonlight streaming through the glass illuminated a figure outside. Before he could react, the window slid open, and someone slipped inside.
The intruder stepped into the light, and Zephyx's breath caught in his throat. It was Drusilly—or rather, Drusilla. Her presence filled the room, commanding and unsettling.
'Is now she will take me as her disciple?' Zephyx thought.
"Drusilly," he stammered, his voice heavy with fake confusion. "What are you doing here? Why did you come in through the window?"
She smiled, but it wasn't a friendly or comforting one. It was dark, wolfish. At a flick of her wrist, her appearance altered. The over-average face she'd presented herself with before disintegrated into an unearthly beauty that belonged to another plane of existence. Her raven-black hair glistened, her blood-red eyes sparkled, and her flawless hourglass figure appeared to be almost sculpted, her curves capable of disarming even the most stone-hearted.
Observing his reaction, she smiled. "I am making you my disciple...."
With a shocked face on the outside, inside, Zephyx cried out, 'Yess finally!' but that didn't last long.
Her smile grew bigger, the darkness in her aura growing stronger. "....and my slave," she declared, her voice calm but final.
Now really shocked, he exclaimed, "Wait, what??"