The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
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Orion released a bit of his aura into the mess tent, weak enough no one really noticed but just strong enough to make people give us some unconscious space. "The truth is, my lady, that every single person who was linked in the Nexus went up a level. Johnson, a third-level soldier, actually went up two, though he was close to breaking through to fourth before the fight."
I stared at him, my expression a mixture of shock and disbelief. "Is something like that even possible?"
He just shrugged. "The mages are still analyzing exactly what happened, but it seems to have something to do with the absurd amounts of power you channeled. I certainly felt some sort of supporting influence throughout the fight, and often found my mana regenerating significantly faster than it should have."