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King of Thieves(Legion Commander)
Herald of the Total Order
Current Tier: 2.0
Description:
A hybrid born of shadow and flesh—an amalgamation of a Shadow Direwolf, Primordial Blood of Respiration, and a Mortal vessel.
Genetically modified and refined for one purpose: silent, merciless execution.
No one knows when their own shadow will turn against them…
The Thief waits within the veil of darkness—patient, unseen, inevitable.
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Aaron exhaled slowly, his gaze lingering on the figure before him.
"…A King of Thieves," he muttered under his breath,"a shadow that devours shadows…"
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"…Then you are—"
…Strangely enough,
something about the presence in front of him felt… empty. Not weak—never weak.
Just absent.
Like something that erased rather than existed.
"…Null."
The moment the name left his lips—
The Herald moved.
It lowered itself into a deep, reverent bow.
Not out of servitude…
…but acknowledgment.
Aaron's system pulsed.
A new line etched itself beneath the title.
Name: Null
For a fleeting second—
The shadows at Aaron's feet shifted.
Null sank into Aaron's shadow—no ripple, no sound—simply gone.
Cassandra's eyes lingered on that spot for a fraction too long, a flicker of astonishment passing through her otherwise composed expression. There was a question there… one she didn't voice.
Instead, she waved him forward and shot into the forest.
Aaron followed—
—or tried to.
Even with her clearly holding back, not even using a fraction of her strength, he struggled to keep up, his breaths growing uneven as the terrain blurred past.
They stopped.
Before them, a circular gate pulsed softly, its light a cold, pale blue.
Aaron stared.
At first glance, it felt familiar… like the dungeons he had read about in his past life.
But this wasn't that.
Not even close.
This… expanded the world.
Plane breaks didn't just release monsters—
They added land, reshaped reality itself.
Cassandra's voice cut through his thoughts.
"You're going in alone."
A pause.
"Kill whatever you can… and stop this Minor Plane from breaking."
She gave him a small thumbs-up.
It did absolutely nothing to calm his nerves.
Aaron exhaled slowly.
Then stepped through.
The world shifted.
A wide clearing stretched before him, crude wooden structures scattered across the area—a goblin encampment.
Low grunts. Distorted chatter. Movement everywhere.
Then—
A goblin on a wooden watchtower locked eyes with him.
Its expression twisted, hand snapping toward a jagged war horn.
It never got the chance.
The goblin's shadow… moved.
It warped unnaturally—stretching, peeling away—
And from it, Null emerged.
One smooth motion.
One raised weapon.
A muted blast.
The goblin dropped instantly.
Its body crumpled against the wood, dark blood staining the platform as silence reclaimed the moment.
Aaron felt it then—
The connection.
Clear. Sharp.
He reached for it instinctively.
"Mirror."
Power surged.
Armor formed over his body—dark, refined, perfectly fitted.
That was enough.
More than enough.
[Beastialification]
His body shifted.
His sclera turned black.
Crimson flooded his irises, a thin horizontal line slicing through each eye.
His legs reformed—muscle tightening, structure changing—until dark, crystal-like hooves struck the ground.
Armor plated over furred limbs.
Something between man and beast.
Something… predatory.
[Totality—Combat Aspect I.]
His nails elongated into draconic claws.
Energy coiled through his limbs.
His heartbeat slowed.
Focused.
And then—
He moved.
Aaron launched forward, tearing into the clearing like a force unleashed.
The goblins quickly realized the carnage unfolding among them.
Shrill screeches tore through the clearing as they tried to coordinate, their crude voices overlapping in chaotic panic.
But it didn't matter.
Aaron's claws—imbued with Totality—cleaved through them effortlessly.
Bodies fell.
Limbs scattered.
Shadows stretched.
Then—
Four goblins stepped forward.
Different.
Stronger.
Tier 2.1.
Aaron's eyes twitched.
For a brief moment—
Fear crept in.
He exhaled.
Slowly.
The world… sharpened.
He felt the wind brushing against his skin.
The pressure beneath his hooves.
The subtle shifts in movement.
The faint scrape of daggers being drawn.
His eyes opened again.
Focused.
Fervent.
Boom—
He launched forward.
His claws extended—longer, sharper—
And in a single motion—
Slash—
The first goblin's head separated cleanly from its body.
The others reacted instantly.
Two lunged from the front—
One from behind.
Aaron dropped low—
Just as—
The shadows moved.
Null emerged.
Silent.
Precise.
Two daggers flashed.
Coated.
Deadly.
Shhk—
Both goblins were struck.
They staggered.
Movements slowing—
Muscles failing—
Poison spreading.
Aaron didn't hesitate.
Cleave—
Two heads fell.
Hitting the ground with dull, heavy thuds.
Silence followed.
Brief.
Heavy.
Aaron stood still.
His breath steady—
But his mind…
Reeling.
The scent of blood filled the air.
Thick.
Metallic.
Overwhelming.
For a moment—
It threatened to consume him.
But then—
He steadied himself.
Because somehow…
Disturbingly—
It felt…
Natural
A crooked, cruel smile touched his lips as he stared at the remaining goblins—and then he dashed forward.
His claws buried themselves into one of them. With a sharp tug, he ripped the creature's heart out mercilessly—
Squish—
It burst to smithereens.
He slowly lifted his gaze to the rest, who were now desperately trying to flee, as if he were some kind of plague. But the moment they stepped out of range…
Their own shadows—
Turned on them.
It looked like a scene straight from hell. Mutilated goblin corpses lay scattered across the entire camp, while Aaron stood in a face-off with the Goblin Chief.
Tier 2.5
His eyes glowed crimson red, his heartbeat pounding violently in his chest.
The Goblin Chief was unlike the others—lanky, with a hood draped over its head, its features not entirely visible…
Grunt—
…The goblin's eyes-irises, even the sclera—turned completely black. A larger dagger formed in its hand as it melted into the shadows of the surrounding huts.
That gave Aaron pause.
His own shadow could, just like it had happened to the goblins could, turn on him at any moment.
But he had worried too much.
Because he had forgotten—
A Herald never leaves their Prince without defenses.
A second passed.
Then two.
And—
Three
The Goblin Chief burst from a hut's shadow right behind Aaron—but before it could even act, a massive wolf's maw, formed from pure darkness like a living abyss—
Chomp—
—snapped onto the Chief's cloak, dragging it back into the silence of the shadows.
The darkness flickered, shifting and twisting, writhing as if alive.
Sensing something through his connection to Aaron—an urgent nudge—
Aaron turned to his own shadow, claws raised, gleaming with dangerous intent.
Suddenly, the Goblin Chief tore itself free, bursting out from the shadow realm in fear.
But it was too late.
Death's claws had already wrapped around it.
Aaron's hand shot forward—his claws piercing into the creature's forehead and bursting out the other side as he lifted it off the ground.
He stared into its fading eyes.
"Now die," Aaron said flatly.
Crunch—
The skull collapsed into itself as he crushed it, then ripped his claws free, dark blood splattering across the ground.
The last goblin fell.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then, for some reason—
Aaron released a loud—
ROAAAR—