Requiem for an Aberrant Chapter 32: Chapter 32- Back to Black

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Name: Cole Moon Rank: Emberborn "A flame that refuses to die, even when drowned in shadows.” Trait: Guilt "Every single misstep, it stains your soul. The weight of regret fuels your fight, shaping your every move with its burden." Soul Metrics : Lifestream (Vitality): 1300 Resonance (Focus): 1480 Veilstep (Agility): 1310 Gravitas (Strength): 1250 Insight (Perception): 1350 Essentia: 1020 (Emberborn - Creator's Pulse) : The ability known to create and destroy, allowing for constructs to be brought to reality. True self: (_____ __ _____) Forced Reality: (Status: Inaccessible) Essentia Class: Executioner Essentia Infliction: Execution Authority {Infliction Effect: The world strengthens your Essentia against those you deem should not remain} Execution Authority Level 1: 2/5 Essentia Attributes: Stability: 23 Control: 35 Projection Speed: 48 Output: 39 Voidcraft: 1000 (Emberborn- Dimensional Slipping) : Your affinity with the void. You step where others cannot, slipping between the seams of reality. Progression through personal pocket dimension: 1% Abilities : Dancing Rhapsody (Footwork- Passive) Fate's Rejection (Passive): {Effect: Laugh as the strings within you pull you upwards. In the face of death you refuse to fall} Titles : {Aberrant} {Dual Stitched Fools} {The Smile Beneath the Gods.} - Even in the face of the Gods, you laughed. Was it defiance, madness, or simply the last fragile thread of hope within your humanity? so is this good Cole fell in the Abyss. The Soulgrid hovered before him, the golden runes reflecting in his eyes. He had done it. He had completed the trial. ‘I feel sick.’ His eyes flicked to the words etched across the screen. ‘ Fate’s Rejection.’ He mouthed the name under his breath, as if tasting its worth. A power to endure. To rise again when everything screamed that he couldn’t. Cole raised one arm mid-fall, trying to strike a victory pose. It was awkward and kind of stupid. But it made him smile. ‘I feel sick.’ It wasn’t often the trial gave something. But he felt he had earned this. Damn right, he had. He’d defeated a Vengeful-tier creature! ‘ I feel sick .’ Sure, The Absolute had been right. The trial was brutal, cruel, hard, and most definitely not easy. But still, he endured. And he had completed it. His eyes shifted again, this time landing on his new title. ‘ The Smile Beneath the Gods.’ It sounded cool. Overdramatic, maybe, but he kind of liked that. He briefly imagined crowds calling him by it, his name carried by the wind as he ascended to new heights. The thought wasn't entirely off the table, considering he had now earned his Essentia Class. Essentia Classes aided in the manifestation of constructs, each shaping Essentia in a different way. With a class such as Executioner , he could only imagine what he might eventually create—perhaps even the construct of a guillotine. Every Essentia Class also carried an Essentia Infliction: a rule imposed upon reality itself. Execution Authority was his. The world would strengthen his Essentia against those he deemed should not remain. He shook the thought away and dismissed the Soulgrid. As soon as he had let the silence return, bile surged up his throat. He tensed and vomited into the Abyss, hands braced against his core. His stomach emptied in violent waves, and for a moment, the only sound was sickness exiting his throat. When it was over, he wiped his mouth with the back of his bloody sleeve. ‘Are you finally starting to see the consequences?’ A familiar voice whispered. His environment shifted. He found himself standing before the entrance of a familiar black-and-red castle. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Jester squealed eagerly beside him. “Thank you so much, Mrs. Outcast!” Cole blinked, taking in the sight once more. Six figures in a horizontal line materialised in their miraged forms, gathered in front of the castle gates. The Nameless Concord had been summoned for another meeting. As before, Forgotten stepped forward, leading the group with quiet strides. Jes