![]() Children that listened to those who knew more than they did. He survived as long as did through his own experience which he surely passed on to you both."Īfter the teens nodded, Aiden almost felt a smile trying to force its way onto his face. ![]() Stay focused and do as your father taught you. "When we enter the clearing ahead of us we can expect a fight. The Dungeon had laid claim to entire family lines in the past. They had probably heard this before while being trained but he needed to make sure it was fresh in their minds. "It can be tempting to try and sprint to the finish line but if you fail to reach the end of the race you'll die." "Be mindful of that, both of you," the man in gray cautioned them. "When was the last time you used yours?" Aiden asked the girl. The young Entangler wasn't sure how the man knew that but he nodded. "You've already used your primary recently, haven't you," The Corpse Hunter said to the boy. "Two," the brother and sister admitted, sounding a little deflated. "I said without passing out, not before passing out," the Corpse Hunter said more firmly. "How many times can you use your primary abilities in the same hour without passing out?" Aiden asked the young Ascenders. Aiden cleared his throat and pushed the sudden revelation out of his mind. His son had tried to pull him out of the water back on the twenty fifth floor. It was clear to him now what had happened. The man in gray was reminded of the rope that had been wrapped around the veteran Ascender's legs and lower waist when he recovered the body. With considerable training these Fate Holders could eventually learn how to create magical ropes directly from their own life force. Chains, vines, long pieces of fabric and of course rope itself were at their disposal. Entanglers could manipulate objects around them that were similar in nature to rope. Similarly the Fate of the Entangler had a number of different applications its Fate Holders could take advantage of. It wasn't the most robust of gifts but it wasn’t a bad Fate to have all things considered. Other creative uses had also been found over the years such as communicating with distant allies and signaling the start of a joint attack. Those born with the Shining Star Fate could create sudden bursts of light often used for blinding their foes or illuminating your surroundings. Hopefully they had been given the opportunity to hone their gifts enough to hold their own against whatever they were about to face. He knew it, their father knew it, and even they knew it. But they both had practical gifts that could be useful on the field of battle. If they had been Fated to something like farming or crafting he would've ordered them to hide under his cart. "Alright we can work with that," the man in gray said. After mulling over what his younger counterparts could do he nodded. He wasn't a fan of facial hair but rarely kept up with his clean shaven preference. The man in gray stroked his scruffy chin hair. "And I have the Fate of the Entangler," the boy said. "I have the Fate of the Shining Star," the girl said "What Fates were you given?" he asked quietly, not even bothering to ask their names. Leaving his cart where it was the Corpse Hunter moved towards the boy and girl. Maybe they would get out alive after all. Their father’s training was visible and even Aiden couldn't deny that the youths knew more than most their age. Instead the teens froze in place as well and remained just as silent as he was. He had expected them to say something when he froze, like asking why he stopped or what he saw. The Corpse Hunter stopped abruptly, prompting his companions to do the same. And so they traveled together in silence until the dense jungle gave way to a small clearing. ![]() So long as the boy and girl knew that they didn't belong this high up in the Dungeon he would tolerate them. They both knew that running off into this rainforest without the Corpse Hunter would mean joining their father in the afterlife. The one thing that made up for the young Ascenders and their unwanted company was their understanding of their own limitations. Vagrant, of course, was an exception to that rule among many others. Even the boy and girl behind him were forced to follow more closely out of the very realistic concern of getting lost.Īiden didn't enjoy company, not outside the Dungeon and especially not in it. He couldn't see more than fifteen feet ahead of him and it bothered every nerve he had left. The Corpse Hunter had hated it from the moment he stepped onto this floor. It was so humid and tightly packed with plant life that it was borderline claustrophobic. Instead of an ocean however, this Dungeon was a dense jungle of lush foliage composed of trees, ferns, vines and everything in between. A landscape of solid green washed over level twenty six much like the blue sea that had swept over the floor below it.
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