Night made some adjustment to the place using his shadow traits, even after using so much aen, he could still use more, he was scared to use it to his limit but also had to so he could increase his resistance. He wasn't totally sure but if there was a way to increase his limit to its maximum, wouldn't he get a title . Since it was a feat no one would have ever accomplished.
Thinking about it, he summoned the runes, and checked his titles.
Titles- [Holder of forgotten arts]
[Aen Sensitive Soul]
[Flame that cuts the soul]
He had only three, the first was one he got from his trial, the second from where ren was created and the last from killing the viletorn.
The last title gave him the trait "ignite", but the second nothing, titles were different from traits yet could give traits based on their nature.
Night continued reading as the description unraveled,
[Aen Sensitive Soul]- Your soul although dormant feels the flow of aen.
Your Sensitivity shows how unique your existence is.
It wasn't clear like he thought it would be, but he was sure about one thing, it would grow the more he increased his limits.
Night poured out his things, there were only about ten scale beads left, before he left, he made some things as a parting gift to everyone. Which left him with few numbers of equipment he had left.
Night had only a small amount of jerky and an even smaller amount of salt.
It was unfortunate he didn't pack a lot of salt from the abyss, even if he did, it would only slow him down. Night stared up, it was almost dawn, yet the snow only
increased, the air was cold. With all this it was safe to assume things would only get easier and harder.
Night left all that could weigh him down in the building, then moved out. It was hard to walk in his normal form, so he switched into his shadow form.
He was certainly quicker and even silent, the snow kept falling which made moving ahead harder,so he relied only on his senses.
Even after moving for a while, the weather only got worse and he hadn't found even a single span. Nothing was there, no matter how much he looked. Then night felt
something in his range, not around him but below him.
He thought maybe it was a building's basement but it felt strange.
Night passed through all the rubble in his shadow form, then entered the place, it was weird, even though the enter city was destroyed, there wasn't even a crack here,
There were steps leading inward.
Night took a step forward, it echoed down, he slowly walked deeper and deeper until the last step lead him to a narrow passage, night regained a tangible form and then
used aen to enhance his range. The passages went on and on stretching far and wide. It was a whole other world and the most dreadful part, was how there was spawns in
every inch of this place.
Night crafted a pair of daggers as he felt and heard something coming.
Blood red fur, scary fangs and an absolutely mind wrecking build, it felt like a wolf, but clearly wasn't.
The moment it moved, he did too. Shadowy mist shot into the ground, and where he anticipated it to pass shot up spikes.
Blood spilled to the ground but it didn't stop. When it got close enough, it lunged for his neck. Night was fairly prepared. Spikes shot out from the round. It easily
dodged them, but, night was already aiming to finish it off, the daggers broke on impact. Night recovered, and tried to evade its attacks but it had already lunged its
claws at his side, night had to sacrifice it seeing he was too late.
The spawn lunged at him again, night evaded it this time but it only put him at a disadvantage.
Its attacks became relentless, not giving him any chance to recover in the least, as he was cornered and bleeding. He used his last resort;
[ignite]
Black flames surged from his body, they were twice as strong as usual due to the effects of the title that gave him the trait ignite.
Even as the flames broke its flesh, it was still attacking. Night summoned the forgotten king's blade and sliced off its limbs before going for its throat, he was
terrifyingly swift as he sliced its head.
Blood washed over him along with the hex's echo in his head
[You have slain twilight demon, bloodhound stalker]
[your flames grow darker]
[Your shadow grows stronger]
Even though he heard the hex's voice, he didn't feel relief at all, because more of them were already after him. The flow of aen around him changed rapidly, every
place in his range reformed.
As bloodhounds ran, their own shadows seeped into the ground. In place of them, spikes shot out into their bodies, most of them were projected towards their joints and
the remaining at vital organs, blood spilled to the ground, even those wounds couldn't stop their hunger, it only fueled their urge to eat. The moment, they got close,
every single one of them lunged forward.
Night held the blade as black flames spilled onto it, echoes of falling beads rang into the distance.
In a fraction of a second, every bead shot into the ground as well as the bodies of the spawns. Almost everyone of them successfully sealed their jaws and their
limb's movement.
First slash, second.... third. Blood flowed like rain and night cold and fast as he decapitated every spawns in his range. He finally stopped,as the hex rang.....
[You have slain twilight demon, bloodhound stalker]
[You have slain.....]
[You have slain...]
[Your flame grows darker]
[Your shadow grows stronger]
Night could barely listen, he already reached the limit with an, his head ached terribly which made it even worse, but a he hex rag one more time, he couldn't help but
smile.
[You have received a chronicle]
It really paid off.