Wrath

[You have Chosen Sīcārius Mortis]

Sīcārius Mortis (Unique ,Undefined Evolvable)

A mix of strands of Grayscaled Blood Born , Armored Nijat Prime , Specter, and a lifeless evolved human DNA genes taken by them an the dark mark. It has led to a one of a kind race that will only have one member of its species at a time, and others will have to hunt you down to kill you if they so wish to become one of your kind . They are cold to the touch with black hair and more dead than living and logical to a fault. With benefits given to its own affinity being shadows and later darkness that will evolve with the user's kill count. With each life they take, they become increasingly stronger, enhancing themselves through the use of souls they take naturally biologically altering their own cells . Unlock Control stat + 10 stats per level up to all and + 2 per Kill with souls acting as modifiers along with evolution and with every being who dies the beings life essence goes to the darkness and shadows while the soul goes to the user to enhance themselves as they please.

Feeling his veins flare up even more, his body convulsed core heating up his breaths slow ba dump b-a ump his white skin refines itself to be paler his bare chest creaks as his bones become stronger breaking and mending itself like torn tapestry . His vision turns blurry, and his blue eyes begin to form a deep crimson with black runic patterns being written on his pupil . "If my heart wasn't failing, I would be having a heart attack and be in shock." his short hair rapidly lengthens as his bang's just barely hang above his eyes yet shockingly. Though his field of vision is blurry, he isn't inhibited by his hair at all . His body mass suddenly folds into itself, compressing and changing his fat into pure lean muscle. Suddenly, the dark energy flowing through his veins like a raging rapid reach a crescendo as his throat closes up a ice cold crisp breath of air releases as his heart stops completely.

The dark energy awakens him. Congratulations, DeathWalker. You've successfully changed your race as the secret realm will make your trial personalized based on your race and will accommodate you based on how well you do in facing it.

Aspirant: Azrael

Handle: Thanatos

Class: N/A

Level: 6/10(0/400)

Race: N/A

Titles: Assassin/Lonely/Marked for Death

Money: N/A

Energy: 25/25

Buffs: [200 % to stealth and sneak attack damage/15 % more experience gained and 40 % recovery speed/200 % more likely to attract danger + 1 tier to rewards and prisms 30 % increased drop rate 50% increased damage with deadly weapons]

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Lives:10

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Soul: Bronze IV(0/30)

Perception: Iron 1(0/100) Skills : Weakness Detection> Death's Eyes

Deception: Iron I(0/100) Skills :Phantom Cloak> Shadow Control

Dexterity: Bronze II(10/20) Skills: Blood Blade>Soul Spliter

Order: Bronze II(0/25) (chosen stat)

Control : Bronze I(0/10)

Seeing a six Winged figure with long golden hair appear before him clad in armor, " are you my trial? What are the conditions for my victory?" He said

"Yes, I am, and I've been informed that you and I must duel and I will be weakened down to the same tier as you and we will have to duel and you may use whatever means you have to defeat me however I shall beat you only by using my race skills and simple equipment to keep things fair I shall provide you with the unbound version of your reward you will be unable to bind it to you however it alone is enough to make things fair equipment wise and if you shall win I will reward you with a legacy of our own a set of equipment meant for people of your line of work".

Crouching low, he takes the long, slightly curved knife with a pointed end swipes rapidly at him, seeing red dots all over him and the projected impact of where his blade shall land . Drawing from the shadows of the ruined cave he aims to bind him with shadow blades easily the man avoids it simply closing the distance he slashes with his golden rapier instantly drawing blood picking apart his clothing striping Azrael of his outside layer of clothes.

"See this if I wanted to I could have killed you already your arms are full of holes even at this level your still far to weak" He rushes back towards the man circulating dark energy throughout his body as he uses ghost steps suddenly the man's rapier spilt into 2 shorter jagged blades and unleashes a flurry of strikes cutting off any way to move forward or path of retreat Azrael barely dodging stabs the blade up into the gap of armor near his wrist taking a deep cut into his arm he shrugs off the wound aiming to strike him any opening he can and weaken the man like how a pack of hyenas would kill a lion. stepping close to him, the cave collapses from the man's wings, spreading out flinging feathers at him they pelt his entire body .

Unfortunately, the man took the chance to stap through his wrist bone, shattering it with the rapier slowly circling him picking at his tendons " How did someone like you even make it so far you are a failure for someone who's supposed to be an assassin your so compatible with that path even your race is one and yet you can barely even land a single blow apon me" He taunted.