MMORPG: Rise of the Primordial Godsmith

"This…" Recalling the previous time he had activated [Tide of the Dark Night], Valyr remembered that the dark wave that had been formed from the activation of the skill was only around a few meters tall, only to dissipate after moving in a singular direction for 10 seconds straight.

In contrast, the dark wave that stood before him was close to 10 meters tall, spanning a width that would be more than enough to engulf even a decently sized house whole. If this wave of Shadow Energy in front of him took a similar path to the first time he had activated the skill, Valyr would just chalk it up to the significant increase in his stats and think of the skill as utterly terrifying.

However, terrifying was not even enough to describe the scene that he and those at the frontlines were witnessing. If one were to think of a word that would perfectly describe the situation, then that word would ultimately be…

Chaos.

Rather than take on a straight path like how Valyr would expect [Tide of the Dark Night] to take, the wave of Shadow Energy instead expanded with every monster it engulfed, snowballing in size with every passing second. Because of this sight, all of those at the frontlines watched this scene unfold with their eyes wide and their mouths slack-jawed, utterly speechless as they wondered whether what they were seeing was real.

Even Valyr felt a similar sensation to those at the frontlines, wondering if the power he wielded at the moment was truly the root cause of the sight that appeared before him, the ground taking on a black tinge wherever the dark wave moved.

At that moment, everyone on the side of the village had turned silent, watching as painful cries resounded throughout the battlefield, coming from the monsters making up the first wave, all of them slowly but surely engulfed by the wave of Shadow Energy.

Eventually, at some point, the wave of dark energy Valyr had summoned out of thin air more or less covered over half of the battlefield, with the only way they found out that the wave was still doing its job was through the wails and cries from the monsters they faintly heard from the other side.

Naturally, the monsters that were yet to come in contact with the dark wave started to run back to where the main tide was, the fear of death having a greater control over them instead of the order the leader of the tide had given them. Unfortunately, with all of the monsters making up the tide all being Level 10, this action was only delaying the inevitable, with all monsters of the first wave eventually succumbing to the [Tide of the Dark Night] as the latter soon disappeared without a trace.

"…" At the moment [Tide of the Dark Night] had disappeared from the sight of both sides, silence completely covered the battlefield, with only the wind blowing throughout the area serving as a faint reminder of time continuing to pass. Nevertheless, both the defending side and the attacking side still stood where they were, their minds replaying the scene that they had just watched unfold earlier.

"Holy shit." The first to eventually snap back to reality was the man who had summoned [Tide of the Dark Night] in the first place, letting out a few curses in utter disbelief at what had transpired just a couple minutes earlier. "Holy fucking shit."

Taking in a few deep breaths to compose himself, he slowly turned around to make his way back to the frontlines, all of them watching him return as he dashed at the greatest speed his body could muster. While doing so, he commanded the system to bring up his status screen, recalling the amount of damage each monster suffered from the dark wave.

"Am I really that powerful?" With the thought of all those monsters basically disintegrating from the 10,000 damage they received from coming in contact with the wave lingering in his mind, Valyr shifted his gaze to the screen that had appeared before him just as he appeared in front of Tristan and the others, only to be left at a loss for words once more at what he saw.

Ding!

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[Valyr Zeihardt]

Class: True Prodigious Blacksmith (Rank 2 — Mythic)

Subclass: Neophyte Shadow Serpentine Lancer (Uncommon)

Species: Human (2nd Unsealing)

Level: 33

Power Level: 7,460 (B++)

Unused XP: 1,338,600

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HP: 9,981/9,981

MP: 6,603/6,603

Attack: 2,060 - 2,157 (2,841 - 2,938)

Defense: 2,361 - 3,158

Stats: 364 (392) VIT, 268 (295) STR, 245 (270) AGI, 420 (473) DEX, 249 (285) INT, 100 (112) WIS, 154 (172) PER, 60 LUK (32 unassigned points)

Remarks: With all due politeness… what in the actual fuck.

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"What the fuck…" inwardly cursed Valyr in great disbelief as he looked at the values that were on his screen. "What in the actual fuck…"

Though he had already come to terms with how powerful having a Mythic class in the early class ranks were, giving him the ability to fight against Rank 2 class holders and even win while he was still Rank 1, it was only now did the advantage a Mythic class gave to him finally sink in, allowing him to thrash hundreds of beings at a lower class rank with just a single move.

Of course, he also took his Epic grade armor set and his subclass into consideration, knowing that they were also key factors that contributed to the power he now had.

"Hey, Valyr. You good?" While Valyr was in the midst of calming himself down by taking a few more deep breaths, Tristan came up to him and asked him if he was okay. In response, Valyr nodded only after taking a couple more deep breaths, letting out a long sigh as he closed the screen before him.

Seeing that Valyr had returned to them, Damian went ahead and yelled out an order to the other wings making up the village\'s defense, prompting them to snap out of their shock as they prepared for the following wave. As Damian took a quick look at the side they were fighting against, noticing that they were fortifying the second wave, he looked at Valyr for a bit before deciding to ask him a question.

"What was that?"

"A skill," Valyr succinctly replied before flashing a bitter smile. "A skill I wasn\'t expecting to be that strong."

"Really?" Tristan raised his eyebrow in slight doubt. "With how confident you made your way to the main part of the battlefield, it looked like you had an idea of what kind of attack you were unleashing."

"I did have an idea of what I was doing." Valyr nodded in agreement, the bitter smile on his face still there. "It\'s just that the attack ended up being far more than what I bargained for."

"It would be nice if you could stop bickering for the meantime." At that point, Damian decided to cut their conversation short. "We still have a few more waves to go up against."

"We aren\'t bickering," replied Tristan, to which Valyr briefly shrugged his shoulders.

"Anyway." In response, Damian briefly shrugged his shoulders as well, only to turn his attention to Valyr soon after. "With how you were able to fight against the first wave on your own…"

"Do you want to take charge of the second wave as well?"

"Or do you want to let the others move this time around?"