Bloodline: Illusory Engineer
When mortals dream of machines, they remain sketches. When gods dream of machines, they remain myths. But when the Night Father breathed dominion into dreams, one lineage was born with the power to make imagination walk the earth. The Illusory Engineer forges not with hammers or gears, but with the sleeping mind, fueled by the abyss of night, creating living, tangible weapons from dreams. Leonardo’s transformation was a spectacle of light and shadow, his body glowing as his essence was remade, his mind expanding with visions of impossible creations.
Crafts weapons, armor, or constructs from illusions, rendering them real. These creations can last for hours or indefinitely if sustained with bloodline power, each one a masterpiece of dream and night.
◈ Night-Engine Constructs
Summons mechanical horrors powered by moonlight and shadow essence—ranging from autonomous drones that swarm like locusts to titanic siege engines that tower over battlefields, their forms gleaming with dark radiance.
Stores designs within his Dream Archive, summoning them instantly into reality mid-battle. Each construct appears fully functional, ready to unleash chaos at his command.
Creations break conventional logic—blades that cut concepts like hope or time, cannons that fire silence, engines that move without fuel, defying the laws of reality.
Inventions are semi-sentient, obeying commands like loyal familiars. Each construct adapts and evolves, growing stronger the longer it exists, learning from the battlefield.
◈ Dreamsteal Inspiration
Steals ideas and memories of design from enemies or allies, instantly creating superior versions infused with night essence, turning their own ingenuity against them.
◈ Eclipse Workshop [Ultimate]
Opens a mobile dream-reality forge, a shimmering rift where Leonardo can mass-produce constructs in seconds, flooding the battlefield with armies of impossible machines, each one a nightmare made real.
Talent: S rank - Terror Twin
Bloodline: Hellbound Gaoler
The Hellbound Gaoler is feared as the jailer of eternal torment, wielding chains forged from shadow and flame, capable of dragging victims into an illusory underworld where torment feels real, eternal, and inescapable. King’s transformation was marked by the clank of spectral chains, his form wreathed in shadow-flames as his essence was reshaped, his eyes burning with the weight of his new authority. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novelFirｅ.net
◈ Chains of Eternal Confinement
Manifest chains that pierce through body and spirit, suppressing enemies’ strength and slowing their movements to a crawl, their struggles bound by shadow and fire.
The chains drag targets into a nightmarish illusion of a personal hell, where fears are magnified and will erodes, leaving victims broken and despairing.
Wounds dealt by the chains cannot heal naturally, each strike leaving lingering pain that drains vitality over time, a torment that festers in body and soul.
Grants authority over lesser shadow constructs, creating spectral guards or phantom wardens to assist in combat, their forms flickering like ghostly enforcers.
◈ Sentence of Despair
The more guilty, corrupt, or sinful the foe, the stronger the chains bind them, tightening with the weight of their own soul, their sins becoming their prison.
Talent: S rank - Berserker
Bloodline: Dire Werewolf
The Dire Werewolf is frenzy incarnate—the first howl that split the night, the madness that makes mortals claw at their own skin beneath the moon. Joseph’s transformation was a roar of primal fury, his body growing larger, fur darkening, claws lengthening as his essence became rage itself.
Every wound and drop of spilled blood drives Joseph deeper into berserk power. The fuller the moon, the greater the amplification, his strength surging with each heartbeat.
A primal roar that infects minds with lunacy, causing enemies to falter, allies to feel emboldened, and beasts to kneel, the sound shaking the very air.
The more berserk he becomes, the faster his body heals—bones snap back into place, flesh reknits, blood burns like fire, keeping him in the fight.
◈ Moon-Bound Metamorphosis [Ultimate]
Under moonlight, he fully manifests his Dire Werewolf form, doubling in size, claws like blades, frenzy pushing him beyond natural limits, a walking calamity.
◈ Blood Feast Instinct
Every enemy slain in frenzy restores vitality and extends his berserk state, the battlefield fueling his hunger, his eyes glowing with savage glee.
◈ Unbroken Beast [Passive]
No fear, no fatigue, no hesitation. As long as rage remains, he cannot be subdued by mental effects or spiritual suppression, his will unbreakable.
Talent: SS rank - Ice Age
Bloodline: Ice Wraith
When winter itself learned to hunger, it birthed the first Ice Wraiths—silent shades of endless cold, drifting between life and death, freezing the warmth of any soul they touched. Liam’s transformation was a chilling spectacle, his form fading into a mist of frost and shadow, his eyes glowing with icy malice.
◈ Spectral Frost Body
Liam shifts between solid and ethereal states, his body becoming living frost. Physical attacks pass through him as he dissolves into icy mist, untouchable and elusive.
Every strike drains warmth, freezing flesh on contact. Wounds cannot heal until thawed by strong fire or divine light, each touch a lingering curse of cold.
◈ Howl of Eternal Winter
Unleashes a spectral cry that summons a storm of snow and shadow, reducing visibility, sapping stamina, and freezing enemies from the inside out, their breath turning to frost.
◈ Soulfreeze [Passive]
His presence chills not just the body, but the soul. Lesser foes collapse in despair, their life essence slowing to a crawl, their spirits numbed by his aura.
Steps through walls, barriers, or solid ice as if it were mist, this ability growing stronger at night or during storms, his form blending seamlessly with the cold.
◈ Wraithstorm [Ultimate]
Summons a cataclysmic blizzard infused with wraithlike entities that shred body and spirit, turning the battlefield into a tomb of frost, a frozen graveyard.
◈ Crown of the Frozen Shade
Wherever Liam treads, warmth flees. Flames die, rivers freeze, and breath turns brittle. His dominion spreads winter like a plague, the air itself bowing to his cold.