Finrod was just a young elf when the suns of Melos darkened and an evil entity appeared, bestowing a system upon its inhabitants. With it came hordes of creatures that were out for blood. It was either fight and level up or die, and Finrod is far from giving up. Equipping the Battle Mage class, he fights through hordes of gnarly creatures, hoping to survive the new apocalyptic landscape. [WSA 2024 Entry] Reviews, powerstones and engagements will be appreciated, thanks for reading.
"I have said this before, but it seems like you've forgotten or rather you don't want it anymore. Finrod, let me reach you in the ways of mana."
"Ways of mana?" Finrod asked, acting oblivious to what Neska had In mind.
"The untapped energy within you grows as you reach milestones in leveling up. I'm sure you are aware of that. It would be foolish of you not to learn it to the best that you can. Besides, I wouldn't want you dying out there."
"Oh…"
"You're going to leave the village, won't you?"
"Yes, yes I will."
Neska sighed, "We may have to leave this place too, lest the powerful demons come back to check their portals again, the people are exhausted and depressed. We can hardly go on with our lives. We were not the most dedicated worshippers of the goddess, some of us despised her but now, we would do almost anything to have her back alive."
Finrod frowned and then closed his eyes.