Leveling up as a Battle Mage
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.
Meeting another
To his right sat an old funari man in a cloak just like Neska's. Finrod was about to look above to see his class which would be hanging above him, when the roar of a creature to his right startled him.
Finrod turned, the creature that had injured the funari–the one that stood to his right, arched with its long fangs out in aggression was a graimpuf, more specifically a transformed one.
It had red fur all over, clean and without blemishes. It was tall, as tall as they usually were–at Finrod's height.
Its eyes were completely red, the color filled out everything enclosed in its lids. It bare its fangs and roared once again.
[Graimpuf (transformed) - lvl 17]
"Level 17 huh?" Finrod felt tempted to look behind to see the class of the funari, so as to give him a better idea of how things might go, he didn't however, he was certain that the creature would strike him the second he did.