MMORPG: Rise of the Primordial Godsmith

Swoosh!

"Huh." With his mouth slightly agape, Valyr watched the aura Myst was emanating undergo a massive strength boost within seconds, with her blade being shrouded in a piercing white light not long after as she swung it in a wide horizontal arc, an apt response to the monsters that were nearing her.

Though the damage she was dealing was a far cry from the damage Valyr's [Tide of the Dark Night] was able to dish out, only achieving damage into the four digits instead of five, it was still more than enough damage to kill the Level 15 monsters that came into contact with the [Perpetual Crescent] Myst had unleashed…

Which only grew larger as time passed.

With every passing second, the arc of white light grew to a larger size, allowing it to render more monsters dead within the same amount of time. At this sight, Myst briefly stood where she was, taking in a deep breath as she watched the arc of white light do its thing before proceeding to another section of the second wave.

Seeing this, Valyr watched the entire scene unfold in front of him in silence for a bit before the gears in his mind started to fully turn, allowing him to realize what was going on. 'Since she's heading to another part of the monster tide, then that means…'

"[Perpetual Crescent]!"

Swoosh!

Appearing a fair distance away to the left of the first arc of white light she had unleashed, Myst slashed out in a wide horizontal arc once more, causing yet another arc of white light to appear on the battlefield, which seemed to be the scythe of the grim reaper from the perspective of the monsters.

However, at the very moment Myst had unleashed a second [Perpetual Crescent], many of the defenders at the frontlines, waiting for Damian's signal to charge and fight, could not help but recall the scene that had transpired just a couple minutes earlier, recalling the tyranny Valyr's attack had over the first wave when compared to what they were seeing at the moment.

"I knew it." With Myst unleashing a second [Perpetual Crescent] right in front of them, Valyr's suspicions had been confirmed, causing a bitter smile to appear on his face as he compared the skill he had unleashed earlier to the skill in front of him right now.

In terms of destructiveness, Valyr felt like [Tide of the Dark Night] and [Perpetual Crescent] were both at a high level, considering that both skills were able to wipe out a great number of monsters in just a single move. Unfortunately, unlike [Tide of the Dark Night], which aimed to spread like wildfire and engulf every monster it came across, [Perpetual Crescent] had a limit on how much it could expand, not even taking up a tenth of the area Valyr's skill could cover.

But where [Tide of the Dark Night] shone in being able to cover a large area, [Perpetual Crescent] made up for it with its insane longevity.

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

Although it had already been a few minutes since Myst had unleashed first [Perpetual Crescent], the arc of white light was still there, cutting the Level 15 monsters horizontally into two as five of these arcs now roamed the battlefield. At this point, thoughts of Myst being weaker than Valyr had already been dispelled in the minds of the people that thought about it in the first place, instead thinking that the two of them were just specializing in two different aspects of combat.

Seeing as Myst more or less had the second wave under control on her own, working in tandem with the arcs of white light she had unleashed by killing any monsters that made it past them with her blade, Valyr decided to take a look at Myst's stats through [Analysis], curious as to how strong she has gotten in order for her to dish out that much damage.

Ding!

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[Myst Verielle] (Level 25)

Class: Gale Blade (Rank 1 — Uncommon)ραпdα `nᴏνɐ| сom

Subclass: Perennial Blademaster (Epic)

Power Level: C++

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HP: 1,359/1,359

MP: 235/567

Stats: 88 (107) VIT, 118 (149) STR, 170 (216) AGI, 126 (159) DEX, 45 INT, 44 WIS, 44 PER, 32 LUK

Remarks: A monster in her own right. Has the ability to fight Rank 2 class holders to a standstill. You're still more monstrous, though.

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'Wait a second…' While looking through the screen of information that had appeared in front of his field of vision, Valyr's attention eventually focused on a certain line of text that caused him to raise his eyebrows in curiosity. 'She was already able to upgrade her subclass to Epic grade?'

As far as he could remember, he had given Alfaera the Subclass Change Scroll that contained the Perennial Blademaster subclass around a month ago, who gave it to Myst as she was better suited to be called the village's guardian. However, he was certain that the Perennial Blademaster subclass started off at Rare grade, only having the potential to evolve to Epic and Legendary grade later down the line.

'So you're telling me that she was able to upgrade her subclass to Epic grade within a month?' At this thought, a slightly stupefied smile crept up onto Valyr's lips as he shook his head. 'Crazy.'

'In any case, I'm surprised she's still pushing the second wave back, considering how clunky the Supreme Astarto Defense Armor set is.' Closing up the screen he had brought up, Valyr watched Myst continue to fight against the monsters of the second wave, unleashing a few other techniques from the [Perennial Blade Arts] from time to time to make sure she still had the upper edge.

"Now that I think about it, did you awaken the attributes on the armor set Myst is wearing, Tristan?" As he continued to watch Myst fight against the monsters, noticing that she was slowly but surely losing her ground against the monsters, Valyr turned to look at Tristan before asking him a question.

"Pretty sure I only enhanced the armor up to Level 20, as well as the blade she's using at the moment." Tristan briefly scratched his head. "I think I also refined all of them to the highest level they could go, but that's pretty much all I did… I think."

"Is that so?" Nodding in response, Valyr turned to look back at the battlefield before letting out a faint sigh, prompting Tristan to think that there was a reason behind the question.

"Is there anything wrong?" With that, Tristan posed a question to the young man, to which the latter shook his head in response.

"Not really. But…"

ραпdα nᴏνɐ| сom "But… what?"

"Well… you'll see."

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