That was the name of the final ability he had gotten, Ariel's ability. Before even opening the description for it, Alan thought.
That was a good question. If his conclusions were right and the ability was really connected to Ariel herself... High chance it would be near impossible for him to use it. The backlash from it would be greater than even the Chaotic Spear right now.
Unlike the other ones he got, which belonged to Supreme beings. He could use them, Although he didn't understand the ability belonging to the Supreme of Darkness, Valus, He could still use it...
He could use all of their abilities, but what about their mother? What about Ariel? Considering what and how she was... Would opening the description kill him? Or at least bring him an insurmountable amount of pain?
... It was possible...very.
Bracing himself, he opened the description of the skill. Ready to close it at a moment's notice. Ariel really had cemented herself as a being he should fear, no matter what in his heart.
He opened the description.
'There is nothing...?'
At least there was no pain. He expected it to be empty, a little bit. After what had happened with the skill [Dark Destitute], it wasn't astounding.
But, Alan was wrong. The skill did have a description.
Slowly, the blue system window started to crack. The place where the description of the skill would be shown was cracking. The empty space shattered like glass, leaving only a small box of blue above.
'Was this supposed to mean something?'
He thought, wondering if this was the description to the skill. Skills related to Primordial could be like that...
The death of the system window, it is slowly shattering like glass, leaving only the name behind... Perhaps that was what the skill was? The ability to kill anything?
The blue box which contained the words, [Death], starting to shatter as well. Cracks slowly appeared on it, and soon covered it. But it did not shatter into multiple pieces, instead. The cracks seemed to resemble veins, as a black material coursed through them, fixing them, and changing the color of the blue system window... To black.
The words, [Death] disappeared into the black window, as if it was submerged in the black window. White, or a somewhat gray boundary, appeared on the black window. It was a simple line, nothing too fancy, unlike the original system window.
Then, the words slowly emerged, [Death] came back, but it was a bright golden color now, not the lackluster white before.
The small box expanded, and the description finally lay before him.
[Description: The sorcery of Ariel.]
Four words... That was it.
"... I was expecting more...you know."
Who wouldn't? After that entire show of destroying the system window and all that. He expected more. A lot, lot more. Not just four simple words.
Weirdly enough, the description didn't end there. There was still space for so much more, but they were absent. They were not obscured by black fog like in the description of the skill [Dark Destitute]. They were just not there.
"So I have to ask that old dragon more...as well, huh."
[Who are you calling old?]
He froze, a familiar voice rang in his head and he felt as if he was going to enter the embrace of death, by the hands of its creator as well. Immediately, as if on instinct. He prostrated. And apologized in the most sincere words he could muster.
"Oh, the greatest primordial dragon, Head of the Mighty house of Shivalkulan, I seek your for-"
[Shut it, and wait for the process to be complete.]
"Eh? What do you mean?"
Perplexed, he looked at the description window once more out of instinct, But contrary to his expectations, no words started to emerge. It was still as blank as it was before.
The four words, were the only things there, in the description of [Death]... However.
"My system window..."
Previously, it was just the part where the skill description of [Death] was located, but now... The entire thing seemed to be cracking apart.
From his name to his titles, from his stats to his affinities, and his numerous skills, his
martial techniques, his breathing techniques. Everything began to crack.
Alan himself felt weaker, as if a crucial part of him was being whisked away.
"What are you doing?"
Ariel's voice...sounded faint. Not like the domineering one he was so used to. Before he could ask another question, he heard a sharp, loud noise. One that made him hiss.
The system window cracked apart, the black lines that were like blood flowed from the small
box, and filled it entirely.
And then, it disappeared.
The pieces, like shards of glass, fell to the floor and dissipated. Alan fell to his knees, feeling
But then, a new window appeared in front of him. Just like the one from before. [Death] disappeared...and his new system window appeared.
It was not blue, but abyssal black. The words were not lackluster white, but now a lusterful
The white outline emerged, but this time, it had a skull at the very top, the skull of a dragon, with six horns and menacing teeth, and four eye sockets. A dissapointed voice rang out.
Name: Alan Peccator.(3).
Lineage: Death, Primordial Ariel.
Titles: Heir to Death's throne, Grandson of the Primordial of Death Ariel, Son of Supreme of Frost, Lanesha, Spatial Dragon, Void Predator, Member of Shivalkulan....
Endurance: SS Intelligence: A
Affinities: Death(?), Frost (Supreme), Chaos (Supreme), Darkness (Exceptional, Shadow
(Exceptional), Space (Exceptional).
Skills: Dragon breath, Dragon scales, Dragon Transformation, Dragon Eyes, Frost walker, Dark Destitute, Shadow Walker, Death, Frost claw, Glacier, Frost brigade, Glacial Collapse, Glacial Meteor, Ice Spike, Blizzard, Teleportation (Portal), Teleportation (Instant)... Breathing Arts: Cosmic Breath(?), Supreme Frost Dragon's breath (7-star), Whiff of Frost (3-
Martial Arts: Chaos Spear (7-star), Heavenly Sky Spear (5-star), Basic Martial Arts (2-star),
Sword Saint's Melee style (4-star).
Aura breathing technique: None.
Aura Affinity: Space(?) Aura skills: Spatial Distortion, Vector Manipulation(Incomplete).
Bloodline related skills: -
Frost: Jade Palace. (Rank: Supreme Grade Domain.)
The 'update' sure looked nice, even if the creator herself didn't like it.