Chapter 22: Lucky!
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Could it be that both sisters are swordsmen? The thought filled Sol with excitement, momentarily distracting him from appreciating the beauty before him.
Handing Veronica her parchment with her favor recorded, Sol turned to Liat, gesturing for her to come forward. Having watched her sister's ceremony, Liat was visibly calmer. She'd initially intended to check out Veronica's stats but, noticing Sol's eagerness, decided to lie down and begin her own ritual instead.
[Liat]
Level: 1
Strength: I0
Durability: I0
Dexterity: I0
Agility: I0
Magic: I0
Magic:
—Tornado Hurricane
- Wide-area attack spell
- Wind attribute
- Chant: "Dark clouds gather, pale ripples fade, shadows fill the land, thunder hides in the heavens, rain drizzles and roars, the sky transforms, uprooting trees and earth, tearing apart the mournful world."
Skill:
—Magic Amplification
- Increases magic power based on input
- Further boosts spell potency
Unlike her sister, Liat's abilities followed a classic Mage elf. But her potential was striking, as both sisters awakened with unique skills and magic, almost as if by fate. Among his familia, Liat's talent was exceptional, second only to Riveria.
The skill 'Magic Amplification' especially caught Sol's attention. Although its exact strength was undefined, if it scaled indefinitely, her magic potential could be formidable.
In any case, these sisters were well worth investing in; they were truly a rare find! This venture had paid off—almost like drawing consecutive SSR cards from a common pool. Even without foresight or a hero from the legend of Valoran, Sol had discovered two truly remarkable candidates. Any doubts his family's head had held were now fully erased.
"Here, keep these parchments safe. And don't forget to meet with Riveria later to collect your equipment," he instructed, handing each sister their favor.
If it hadn't been for the timing, Sol would have eagerly boasted of his good fortune to a fellow god.
But his thoughts turned serious—if only he could deal with the dark factions that plagued the lower realm once and for all!
Elsewhere, Erebus sneezed unexpectedly, unaware that Sol had already marked his family as a target.
In the days that followed, the "evil" that had infiltrated Orario's streets turned the city into a living nightmare. Though the scale was smaller than the initial onslaught, the relentless asSolts loomed over Orario like a curse. Within days, the cemetery expanded further into the heart of the Labyrinth City, a grim reminder of the dark forces that haunted it.
Several gods had come together to organize a memorial service for the staggering number of lives lost in just a few days. The sheer scale of the tragedy was almost too much to bear; there weren't even enough tombstones or coffins to honor the fallen properly.
"This can hardly be called a fair fight—taking advantage of surprise attacks, deploying schemes and underhanded tactics... it's nothing but dirty tricks!"
At the Twilight Pavilion, Gareth stormed into the living room, pushing open the doors with force. The somber expressions of those inside showed that everyone was well aware of the dark faction's relentless activity over the past days.
Just last night, both Gareth and Gilatia had barely survived a fierce asSolt by Alfia. If not for Gareth's endurance, he'd still be confined to a sickbed.
"What's the current situation?" Gareth demanded.
"It's grim," Finn replied. "We can't bring in reinforcements from outside, the supply routes are severed, and the people have no safe place to take refuge."
Finn leaned over a map of Orario spread across the table, which marked the areas seized by dark faction forces. Several of Orario's city walls had also fallen into enemy hands, turned into makeshift strongholds. To make matters worse, the connection to the port was entirely cut off. Initially, they had received a few flare signals, but those had stopped, and there was no word on how the few remaining familia's were faring there.
It was clear that all of this was part of the dark faction's carefully orchestrated plan, and Finn knew they couldn't afford to fall into their trap. His frown deepened as he gnawed on his thumb, a habit that revealed his concern.
Suddenly, Raul burst into the war room, stumbling in his haste. "Bad news, Captain! Loki-sama! The enemy has launched another attack!"
It was as Finn had anticipated—these sporadic harassment tactics.
"Where?" Finn asked, his voice sharp as he scanned the intelligence reports.
"The northeast industrial zone! The makeshift camps set up for those who couldn't fit in the central square are under attack…"
Though Raul's words were rushed, he left nothing out.
"Leave the industrial zone to me!" Gareth said, grabbing his helmet. Despite his short stature, he exuded a steady confidence that inspired trust.
"Actually, for the industrial zone, I'm assigning Riveria to take command." Finn's confident smile returned. They had paid a steep price to secure the assistance of the Sol family, and Riveria's expertise in combat was exactly what they needed. Since different families had come together for this, it was crucial to have leaders who could command their own forces with precision. There was no time for a slow adjustment period.
…
A thick blanket of clouds hung overhead, and raindrops fell steadily like tears. In the alleys of the industrial area, faint, dragging footsteps echoed through the darkness.
In response to Finn's request, Riveria had arrived swiftly with the elven forces from her family, even bringing along the recently recruited sisters, Veronica and Liat.
She could practically hear Sol's words echoing in her mind: "This is a rare opportunity for battle; if you miss it, you'll regret it for the rest of your life!" Reluctantly, she'd brought the newcomers along to "see the world."
Did Sol really think of her as some caretaker of these young ones? She regretted falling for his persuasive nonsense—it was a setup from the start!
"Riveria-sama, there are people up ahead!" one of the elf alerted.