Meeting the Enemy
The War suddenly heated up hard with the battle slaves on the horizon, and my people in the trenches hid themselves deep as the probing attacks took the people they had eaten with just hours ago to their deaths. The Empire was losing more people, but they were much more forward about the preparation for the battle that everyone was slowly being briefed on. Everyone knew this increased intensity of attack was a lead-up to the main battle that would come in a few days.
With the ground war heating up, the Elders and the Human A rankers clashed in the air. Their battles were coming out with an increased number of injuries. We knew that both sides were holding back how strong we were, and the clash continued. I even saw my mother with a massive gash down her arm, clearly from a spear cutting her.
In stark contrast, the City was unusually quiet, and you would question if this city had been taken from the humans how quiet it was. The patrols were no longer encountering ambushes, but the Elite army had been briefed on the war front. Their Sergeants and Staff Sergeants ensured that everyone understood that this was the calm before the storm and that they were waiting to launch a massive strike during the war at the front.
In return, the elite army became even more careful in their patrols, and now the scouting forces joined the patrols. We seemed unable to infiltrate the groups of rebel human forces, and the quiet became increasingly eerie. The funny thing was that this also endeared a portion of the population toward my leadership. I was actually starting to hear humans praising the Beast-kin control over the Empires. They were making more gold and silver under our control, and the population was facing less violence. Our hard control over the undead made things interesting as we had done a better job than the Empire did.
That being said, I knew it was only a small temporary thing. I would need a lot longer in order to have them truly accept my leadership. But I could no longer ignore my gains from the System. I needed to take some time to internalize the new thoughts and abilities I took in. I had not come up with any new forms of combat, and I had to take the time to maximize my gains from the system and meditate on whether they were possible.
So I cut myself off from the world, leaving things to my top commanders. I started to test myself in a secure place, testing the restraints of reality and painting a new reality atop them. The fabric of the world became more and more clear to me; the mystery was odd, and many things did not make much sense. I found it vastly confusing how some things worked while others did not.
Like poking a hole would automatically fix itself, like the mana of the world realized the Canvas of the world was ripped and needed fixing and would work to repair it. But I used mana itself to rip that hole open, and the brush that I could use did not need to be an actual brush, but a staff was perfectly fine. Even my hand was good, but it was less precise than the Arcane staff I had received all those years ago. It was like using a pen over a finger. One was much neater than the other.
Then there was what I could paint into reality, which was even odder. The world became three-dimensional and two-dimensional. It was both at the same time, and words failed to explain how it all was perceived. The world would actively fight against me if I made the strokes too large. Also, anything I painted disappeared fast, so I had to work fast.
The ability was one of the most overpowered things in my repertoire and also felt useless. I did not have the mana or ability to prevent the image and the world from deleting my work. The fabric of the world refused to hold it.
It was not insanely powerful. My range would reach a whole new level, and I could 'Draw' on the world from a rift. It was like the reality of the world bent around me as I concentrated. There was such a weak fabric holding the world together that it was like folding a paper to attack without much hassle. Still, it felt like I was missing something as I practiced various things.
It was like there was a thin piece of paper on my thoughts about how to use this to maximum effect. It is not like anything I drew on reality suddenly became real. It was like a picture that you could see in the world that was tangible for the briefest of moments, renting reality to my will temporarily. It was an odd ability. Like I could paint a cartoon character like Garfield from my previous life, and it was something I could touch, but reality would reject its existence seconds later, and the painting or drawing would disappear moments later. But that same picture could stop something. Like my fist hitting, it was like punching soft and intangible. So I tried drawing a brick wall and found myself punching something hard, but the detail needed was harsher and lasted less time.
Then, it took me some time to realize that the canvas being painted on and the void were not the same. They came from two different abilities. Everything was so complex, and I lost myself in the study for too long. Then, the world around me suddenly felt thicker, and the canvas was harder to draw on and fold. It was like someone was stabilizing reality and thickening the mana, making it harder to manipulate.
My eyes narrowed, and I left my meditation, leaving the room, and looked outside. Then I felt it, the movement of mana, and I heard the first shout, "HAULT, THIS IS RESTRICTED AREA!"
I moved and started to run toward the noise, pulling out my arcane staff. Then I approached one of my soldiers as they pulled their mana to defend themselves against five humans get a dagger in their throat from their surprise. They should have been more on guard, but things had been too quiet, and the rest of the squad was not as slow. They pulled out their weapons, and the clash began with the humans attacking the headquarters. A massive movement of mana could be felt outside but not of an A ranker. No, this was a B ranker summoning their strength for a massive spell.
So I did what I had to do and began to fold the canvas of the world to near where I felt the buildup of mana. The Canvas was thick, but I cut through it, and the world bent to will. I stepped into what was most assuredly a prepared position, and my face blanked as I took in the sight of men and women, all armed and of various ranks, standing in an alley as a mage just meters before me built up a massive spell.
Fuck, I was surrounded and in the face of the enemy with B ranks, C ranks, and D ranks all around.
So why the fuck did I feel a smile on my face?
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