Location: Back in Veiled Glade Of Woven Echoes. The mist swirled softly, alive with breathless echoes and starlight shimmer. The Spirit forest pulsed with ambient soul resonance, each leaf humming in harmonic tone with the nature of the Domain. Within this sacred stillness, Ashborn stood calmly, one hand extended, cosmic energy spiraling gently around his fingers as a pulse was released.
[Cosmic Core - Stage I Ability: Pulse Weaving Mode - Cosmic Pulse Scan]
A web of crystalline aether pulses surged outward from Ashborn's chest, radiating and latching onto the small spirit before him.
Lunavelle.
The newly bonded soul. His eyes glowed a deep silver-violet, a radial lens forming briefly over his vision as data filled his perception like a multiversal interface syncing across timelines.
[Spirit Scan: Lunavelle]
Designation: Spirit-Type Entity.
Class: Astral Font Sprite - Unawakened.
Alignment: Neutral (Bonding Phase - Emotionally Impressionable)
Core Link: Ashborn Lionheart [Bound]
Stage: Proto-Genesis Bond - Type II
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Name: Lunavelle
Second Name: [undiscovered]
Spirit Gender Typing: Feminine-Tilted Aether Signature
Cognitive Complexity: Developing; Sentience emerging via bond echo patterns
Affinity Type:
• Astral (Primary)
• Dream-water (Secondary)
• Quantum Light Residue (Dormant Potential)
Traits & Passive Qualities:
• [Astral Echo-Infusion]
Automatically absorbs stray cosmic and spirit particles in ambient zones. Enhances passive growth speed.
• [Bond-Sync Pulse: Type II Link]
The stronger the emotional bond with the host (Ashborn,) the faster Lunavelle's sentience, powers, and second name evolve.
• [Unshaped Ethereal Matrix]
Form is semi-malleable. May change depending on future stages and chosen evolution path. Currently in Fairyling Phase.
• [Soul-Mirrored Core Thread]
Partially synchronized to Ashborn's Cosmic Core Mana. DRAIN 2.7 MP/Minute during bonding flare-ups, but increases regeneration +12% during still phases.
• [Harmonic Reflection Field]
Small, subconscious projection of Ashborn's emotional state. Influences the glade fauna and low-level spirits.
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[Current Power level]
• Stage: Proto-Genesis Spirit (Infantile-Tier)
• Soul Sync: 38% (Growing rapidly after being named)
• Core Stability: Unstable but blooming
• Combat Capacity: Nonexistent - currently support-class projection only
• Potential Evolution Paths (Locked):
° Celestial Dreamweaver
° Tidebound Oracle
° Astral Swan Matron
° [UNKNOWN - Mutation Type]
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[Bond effects on Ashborn (Temporary Buffs Active):
• +5% Spirit Resonance
• +10% Mana Recovery in Dream-Spirit-type domains
• Minor passive resistance to Spirit-based mental effects
• Warning: Overuse may cause "Spirit Exhaustion" If drained below 30% MP.
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[Notes from the system]
• [Lunavelle is in the critical cognitive bloom phase. Naming, emotional consistency, or physical closeness may accelerate growth.]
[Warning: Conflict with other bonded spirits may cause Echo Distortion in bonding threads.]
[Evolution branch will stabilize at 50% Soul Sync.]
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Ashborn's scan faded, the radial glyphs in his eyes blinking off slowly. The spirit girl fluttered mid-air, her soft seafoam-colored eyes sparkling faintly as if sensing his gaze and curiosity. The little spirit tilted her head, clutching her hands together in her lap. Wisps of astral water spiraled lazily around her ankles.
Ashborn let out a faint chuckle.
"So... a Dreamwater spirit. Makes sense. You do feel like quiet tides at night."
Lunavelle blinked innocently. Then, she mimicked his words in a whisper not with voice, but with intention:
"Tides.... at night.."
Ashborn blinked once. Then twice.
"...You just echoed me?"
Lunavelle gave a bashful smile and drifted closer, resting lightly against his shoulder, the glow around her briefly in tune with his heartbeat.
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The forest felt alive, whispering in stillness. A sacred hush blanketed the Glade like dew on dream-threaded petals.
Ashborn stood motionless for a breath longer than nature required, his gaze soft and ever-calculating as the tiny spirit, Lunavelle, gently nestled against his shoulder. She was still light as a sigh, but warm like moon-washed tide foam. His fingers hovered for a moment before resting atop her head, patting gently.
"You're cute one, aren't you? Those were your first words, 'Tides at Night'."
"I'll remember this moment."
A small sparkle glimmered around Lunavelle's eye at his words, and emotional pulses danced around her like watery feathers of starlight.
The bond was alive, and now it was time to shape it.
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[Phase I: Ability Awakening - Lunavelle's First Skill]
[Spirit Core Activation]
Target: Bound Spirit - Proto Phase
Ashborn lowered himself into a sitting position beneath a gently arching astralroot tree, whose glowing roots hummed with old soul-resonance. With Lunavelle floating nearby, he let his right palm hover just above the forest floor. A golden-blue glyph expanded outward, slowly becoming a training matrix eight-fold, mirrored, and ringed in spiraling cosmic runes.
"Lunavelle. Focus. Listen to me."
"Draw in from the glade. Don't just float with it, breathe it in."
"Now, let's try forming your first projection."
Lunavelle hovered hesitantly before fluttering upright. She closed her small hands, tiny brows furrowed. At first, the only response was a soft puff of fog that danced away. But Ashborn didn't flinch.
His voice dropped to a soft, grounding cadence:
"Anchor yourself to my mana. Let it circulate... now twist it, light like a wave, strong like a pulse."
Suddenly, her small form pulsed.
[Skill unlocked - Spirit Projection: Dreamwater Echo]
Type: Support Utility - Tier 0
Effect: Creates a drifting dreamwater bubble that captures one ambient sound, word, or attack and redirects it 3 seconds later as a phantom echo with 60% potency.
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A thin droplet of glowing dreamwater spiraled around Lunavelle's outstretched finger, expanding like a flower before hardening into a pale-glass orb of astral water. It spun gently and emitted a soft "Tide" sound... then repeated Ashborn's voice from earlier.
"You're a cute one, aren't you?"
Ashborn blinked, lips twitching upward in surprise.
"You copied me perfectly."
"Well done."
The orb rippled and faded, but Lunavelle giggled, truly giggled, bright and high-pitched. For the first time, Ashborn could feel her soul signature shape.
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[Phase II: Spirit Meditation - Soul Synchronization (50% Threshold)
Ashborn stood once more and turned toward the heart of the glade, a place the spirits whispered of as 'The Soulmirror Pool' nestled within a hollow grove where roots formed a natural sanctuary.
He carried Lunavelle gently in his palm, then stepped barefoot into the shallow crystalline water, its temperature shifting between cool memory and warm dream. Runes lit the surface.
The Pool of Synchrony.
"Now, little one... if we sit here, close our eyes, and breathe together... we might just become more than soulbound. We might become fused fate."
Ashborn crossed his legs and floated just above the pool's center. Lunavelle hovered inches from his forehead. As he lowered his eyes, his Cosmic Core began to flare dimly,
Exhaling thin strands of golden light that spiraled into Lunavelle.
The process took time.
Minutes became hours.
During this spiritual stillness, visions bloomed between their minds, he saw her memories: Floating alone, darkness filled with moonlight particles, always drifting. She saw his chaos: Burning planets, shattering stars, the smile of a dying queen, the roar of his final stand.
They didn't speak.
But they knew.
Then-
SNAP.
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[Soul Synchronization Reached: 50%]
Lunavelle's Evolution Branches Available.
• [Celestial Dreamweaver] - Emphasizes dream-crafting and astral projection.
• [Tidebound Oracle] - Future-sight and water-based scrying.
• [Astral Swan Matron] - Regal form, buffs nearby spirits and dream-beasts.
• [Chaotic Mutation: Luneater Seraph] - ???
(Requires chaotic trigger)
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Ashborn inhaled sharply as the meditation ended. Lunavelle floated before him, eyes shining, hair longer now flowing like a veil of silvery foam. A pair of soft, ethereal wing-forms shimmered behind her back briefly, unstable but blooming.
"Your wings..."
"You're ready now."
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[Phase III: Spirit Glade Bonding Ritual - Eternal Thread Blessing]
As the final step, Ashborn prepared a bonding ritual deep within the oldest roots of the Glade.
He gathered:
• Silver Dreams Petals from the reflective trees.
• Veilroots Dust ground by hand.
• His own Genesis Thread, clipped from his aura and braided into a ring.
He drew a circle, a binding sigil formed not of dominance, but of Recognition.
Lunavelle hovered within the circle. Her chest pulsed with a tiny astral core.
Ashborn knelt and spoke:
"By starlight, by tide, by silence and flame...
I recognize thee not as servant nor tool...
But as companion, voice, and living dream."
"Lunavelle. Rise."
Lunavelle's body shimmered.
Her size doubled.
The water around them twisted into spiral glyphs.
Feathers crowned in her hair. Her wings opened, partial, and luminous, dripping dreamlight.
[Bonding Ritual Complete - Soul Anchor Thread Formed]
• Spirit Evolution Speed Increased.
• Lunavelle can now manifest full projection for up to 30 minutes per day.
• Her soul is now immune to spiritual corruption while within Ashborn's domain.
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Ashborn stood, breath calm.
Lunavelle, now slightly taller and glowing faintly, floated by his side.
She looked at him and whispered, this time.
"Ashborn... thank you."
His lips twitched again.
"Welcome to the journey."
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The gentle spirals of dreamwater still glowed faintly under Ashborn's boots. Lunavelle, now stabilized in her partially evolved form, hovered by his side. Her eyes were wide, shimmering like starlight trapped beneath a tide, unsure, yet curious. A faint warmth pulsed from her bond-thread.
Ashborn quietly stroked her silvery hair once more, the tiny spirit nuzzling his fingers like a kitten of cosmic origin. Then, his lavender eyes narrowed with soft, studious intensity.
"Let's see what you're hiding..."
He summoned a System Thread Overlay,
Allowing his core to interface with Lunavelle's Evolution tree. The panel unfolded like a blooming lotus of divine runes and glowing fractal diagrams.
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[Lunavelle - Evolution Options Unlocked]
• [Celestial Dreamweaver] - Dream manipulation, sleep-based magic, astral duplication.
• [Tidebound Oracle] - Water-based foresight, temporal glimpses, Dreamweave scrying.
• [Astral Swan Matron] - Leadership boon for spirits, aura-based buffs, regal support.
• [Chaotic Mutation: Luneater Seraph] - ???
(Requires chaotic trigger)
Ashborn's finger hovered over the final option. The text pulsed, unsettlingly with prismatic static. Unlike the others, it didn't open smoothly. It twitched open. The system hesitated.
"Luneater Seraph... a chaotic mutation path completely unlike the others."
"So you're not just some serene tide spirit huh?"
Ashborn tapped the option.
The interface reacted violently.
[Warning: Unstable Evolution Path Accessed]
[Chaos Trigger Required]
[Compatible Anchor Detected - Ashborn Lionheart]
Conditions:
• Minimum Soul Sync: 50% ✔
• Compatible Core Trait: [Mythoscape Flux - Ruin] ✔
• Exposure to Chaos Entity or Chaotic Memory ✔
• Spirit Willingness: Pending....
Lunavelle trembled slightly, her aura rippling. She drifted in front of Ashborn, her tiny hands clasped to her chest as something inside her stirred, a pressure, unfamiliar but ancient. Her dreamcore flickered from soft blue into a darker hue, tinged with silver and violet ripples.
Ashborn raised his palm. His [Mythoscape Flux: Ruin] stirred to life behind him like a shifting constellation of chaotic logic and decaying order.
"You don't have to become like me," he whispered.
"But if there's a part of you that wants to burn brighter, darker, if you want to transcend..."
Lunavelle blinked once.
Then twice.
Then smile. Not with naivety. With a decision. With curiosity. With a spark of something that should not be in a spirit so young.
Her voice was quiet, no louder than a ripple over still water:
"I want... to see what I can become... with you."
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[Bond Mutation Triggered - Luneater Seraph]
Path initiated....
Suddenly, the Glade dimmed. Time tilted. The trees recoiled.
The sacred groves shivered.
A pulse of corrupted moonlight erupted from Lunavelle's spirit core, coiling upward in a spiral of blood-silver mist. Her soft, feathery form shattered into glowing particles,
rearranging themselves mid-air like pieces of a divine riddle.
Ashborn remained calm. He knew this was the Ruin Trigger activating. This wasn't possession. This was transcendence by paradox.
The system screamed internally but allowed the update:
[Lunavelle - Evolution Branch: Luneater Seraph - Stage I: Fragmented Bloom]
Form Type: Chaotic Celestial.
Class: Seraph of the Forbidden Moon.
Traits gained:
[Nocturne Bloom Aura]
Passive aura that absorbs residual magic and chaos energy, increasing her power and restoring Ashborn's stamina.
[Memory-Reap Cry]
A haunting shriek that dislodges psychic protections and forcibly pulls one memory from enemies (Cooldown: High).
[Silver-Thorn Wings]
Defensive and offensive wings made of astral dream-metal, capable of severing spiritual links.
[Partial Luneater Form]
When invoked, Lunavelle gains six floating mask-petals around her back that reflect and distort abilities cast at Ashborn.
Warning: Luneater Seraph Evolution will grow more unstable unless stabilized by:
• Ritual feeding of Chaos Fragments.
• Exposure to Primordial or Forbidden Realms.
• Anchoring through a "True Name" binding.
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Ashborn let out a low whistle.
"So... you're adorable and dangerous."
"I've got to keep Seraphine from seeing this for a whole."
Lunavelle hovered before him now, not entirely changed, but no longer fully "innocent." Her hair had grown longer, tips silvering to a metallic sheen. Her eyes now swirled with violet-gray nebulae. The astral glow from her skin pulsed rhythmically. And behind her back, faint projections of thorned wings flickered unstable yet defiant.
She hovered closer and placed her tiny hand over Ashborn's chest.
"I feel... stronger. But also hungrier."
"Is that... normal?"
Ashborn chuckled softly and scooped her up.
"It is, for monsters like me."
"But don't worry... I'll guide you."
"After all... everyone is a monster at heart," Ashborn murmured, his voice calm yet heavy, carrying the weight of bitter truth. "Even humans, the ones considered God's greatest creation, right after Mother... and Lord Lucifer himself."
He let the words linger, his gaze drifting toward Lunavelle's small, luminous form resting beside him. Her soft radiance was a quiet contrast to the darkness of his thoughts.
"Humans are... he paused, the silence sharp enough to cut through the night, "Hypocrites."
"They claim to be noble, blessed, chosen... but the truth is, they walk a razor's edge. They can surpass their creator in brilliance, in ingenuity, in ambition... but press them just a little, just a whisper of temptation, and they become something far worse than the King of Hell could ever dream to be."
His voice grew quieter, almost thoughtful, yet every syllable carried the chill of an unspoken warning. "A single push is all it takes. A rumor... a shred of envy. A handful of coins. A taste of power. Betrayal dressed as love. A thousand little fractures that tear open the beast hiding in their chest."
Ashborn's eyes darkened as if remembering countless faces, countless betrayals, both in history and in his own life.
"Humans praise their God when fortune smiles on them, but the moment their lives crack, the instant pain touches them, they spit his name like poison.
They curse him for the storms they never saw coming, for the shadows they built themselves. Many claim belief, many deny it... and yet, even those who scorn him cannot help but speak his name. Strange, isn't it? To call on a God you swear doesn't exist."
He leaned back, exhaling slowly, as though releasing centuries of unspoken judgment into the cold air. "If only they understood... the Lord will come, but not as they expect. He will come when they are least prepared... and when he does..."
Ashborn's fingers gently brushed over Lunavelle's small head, his tone softening into a near whisper, "Everyone better pray the sun rises on another day."
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[Lunavelle's Status Updated]
Evolution path: Chaotic Celestial.
Current form: Luneater Seraph - Fragmented Bloom.
Stability: 72% (increasing due to bond integrity)
Bond Sync: 55%
Next Evolution Threshold:
- Feed on one eldritch memory.
- Fuse with a Chaotic Core Fragment.
- Receive a "Name of Power" (to be granted by Ashborn)
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The glowing Spirit Glade hummed softly beneath starlight filtered through weeping trees. Ancient sigils swirled in the pools, and the ritual circle beneath Ashborn's boots pulsed in tune with his system, a whisper of power woven with looming tension.
Ashborn stared silently at Lunavelle. She had curled up on his shoulder again, feather-light and breathing gently. But her aura was changing. The thorned wings now twitched with irregular pulses. Her soft glow darkened slightly, showing brief spasms of chaotic interface.
"We don't have time to wait for you to stabilize naturally..."
"You're becoming something that shouldn't even exist in this world without consequence."
He raised his hand calmly and projected a series of internal system diagrams from his Cosmic Core.
[Mythoscape Flux - Internal Alchemy Overlay]
Core Signature: Cosmic primary, Entropy Secondary. Light tertiary. Dream-wrought Flame quaternary.
• Chaos Affinity: [5% Attuned / 20% Corrupted Exposure]
• Dangerous Attempt: Crafting Chaos Fragment via [Void-Ruin thread + Entropy corebits]
• Side Effects: Soul-Core strain, memory instability, potential emotional corruption.
Ashborn sighed through his teeth and closed the diagram with a flick of his fingers.
"...Tch. That route would cost me more than hers."
"Better to get something already born of chaos."
He turned and looked out towards the northeastern edge of the Veiled Glade.
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[Rift in the Dreambark Expanse - 1.2km away]
Warning: a minor chaos breach has been detected.
• Entity Signature: [Lesser Daemon-Spirit: Gorr'malkin the Whisper-Taker]
• Type: Chaos-leech, memory-eater.
• Threat Level: ★★☆☆☆ (Manageable)
Essence Type: Unstable but Compatible with [Luneater Seraph]
• Status: Dormant within an echo-chasm.
Ashborn's eyes lit up.
"Perfect."
He gently tapped Lunavelle's forehead with two fingers.
"We're going spirit-hunting."
She blinked, her once gentle aura flaring with faint hunger. A strange emotion flickered behind her eyes, not malevolence, but instinctual longing. Ashborn narrowed his eyes slightly but said nothing.
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[Short time later - Echo-Chasm, Northern Dreambark]
A twisted vale stretched before them, trees like black skeletal roots, ground rippling with colors that didn't belong to mortal senses.
The chaotic breath pulsed ahead like a gaping wound in reality. Every step hummed with warped vibrations. Lunavelle clung to Ashborn's shoulder, now alert and slightly twitching, her feather-thorns shimmering.
"Stay behind me," Ashborn muttered.
"You're not ready to take this thing alone."
He stepped forward. A ripple of silver energy flowed around him, [Cosmic Pulse Shield], layered with Mythoscape Ruin-infused vectors to disrupt any ambient madness.
From the breach, Gorr'malkin emerged.
A floating serpentine spirit formed of shivering mouths and dark light, crowned by a halo of shifting teeth. Its eyes were memories. It sniffed the air and shivered as if tasting Ashborn's intent.
"You seek to feed the hatchling..."
"And she smells of Forbidden hunger...".
"Yeah, she's mine. And I'm here to make her full."
Gorr'malkin screamed but the sound was backward, folding in on itself like reversed fire.
Ashborn's cosmic wings ignited. He vanished and reappeared mid-air, slamming a crescent kick straight into the thing's halo, fracturing its upper projection. The chaos-entity tried to phase away but Ashborn dragged it back with a burst of [Cosmic Graviton Reversal] pinning it in space like a collapsed particle.
"Lunavelle! Now!"
She darted from his shoulder, small, elegant, and terrifying. Her thorned wings flared open. Her eyes turned pitch-black and violet.
She whispered:
"I take... and I dream..."
She bit.
Not with teeth. With existence. Her body became a ripple, and the ripple devoured Gorr'malkin's aura, drinking the chaos essence, unraveling it thread by thread.
The chaos spirit writhed.
Its final shriek was not heard. It was remembered.
Then silence.
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[Lunavelle has absorbed Chaotic Spirit Essence: Gorr'malkin]
• Bond Sync: 68%
• Stability: Increasing...
• Mutation Level: Stabilizing.
• Luneater Seraph Form: "Phase I - Stabilized Bloom"
• Side Effects: Fragmented Echo retained (passive ability unlocked)
Ashborn caught her mid-air as she fell.
She was glowing brighter again, no longer flickering with wild pulses, but steady. A faint, cracked halo circled above her head now. Not divine. Not holy. Something else.
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[Spirit Ritual Circle - Hours Later]
Back in the Glade, Ashborn etched a final cosmic sigil on the glade floor. The ritual had taken three hours to prepare: star-mapped circles, chaos runes bridged with cosmic energy, spirit-light threads woven through them like Celestial lace.
Lunavelle stood in the center, arms outstretched. Her body shimmered, half-lucid, half-solid.
Ashborn raised his hand. His voice softened.
"This Evolution won't grant you a name anymore but..."
"You've earned a second name... the one only I can give you."
The Glade pulsed.
Ashborn looked into her eyes.
"I name you... Lunavelle Noctherium. The Silver Dream Who Hungers."
The air shuddered.
Lunavelle gasped, her wings erupting with radiance. A second pair formed below the first. Her hair darkened to silver-violet. Her heartbeat now audible, sounded like the echo of a lullaby in a war-torn sky.
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[Name of Power Bound: Lunavelle Noctherium]
• Form Progression: Luneater Seraph - Phase II: Nocturne Bloom Seraph.
• Stability: 92%
• Bond Sync: 75%
• New passive unlocked: [Echo of the True name] - While near Ashborn, Lunavelle's aura mirrors 15% of his resistances and damage reduction.
• New ability: [Lunatide Blessing] - Grants spiritual regeneration to bonded spirits or allies in battle.
• Emotional State: Stable. Slight chaotic tendencies remain, bound to Ashborn's emotional state.
Ashborn smiled softly and let his back rest against the nearest tree.
Lunavelle floated above him, gently lowering onto his chest. Her glow was softer now. Sleepy. Serene.
"You'll be a nightmare one day," he whispered with amusement.
"A beautiful one."
She whispered back, half-asleep
"...Tides at Night..."
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[Designation: Seraph Spirit - Luneater Variant]
Level: 1 (Awakened)
Bond Sync: 75% > 78.4%
Evolution Branch: Chaotic Mutation: Luneater Seraph - Phase I "Nocturne Bloom Seraph"
Form: Child spirit of Astral Waters
Core Signature:
• Origin: Celestial Echo shard (Chaotic Essence infused)
• Affinity: Dream-Chaos (60%), Water-Astral (40%)
• Core Stability: 92% (Stabilizing)
Health (HP): 150/150
SP (Spirit Points): 80/80
MP (Mana Points): 120/120
Attributes:
Strength: 30 (Allows light telekinetic strikes)
Agility: 45 (Can phase-dodge small projectiles)
Intellect: 50 (Learns patterns rapidly)
Spirit: 70 (Strong resistance to spiritual corruption)
Dexterity: 40 (Fine control of astral tendrils)
Traits.
[Echo of the True name]
Mirrors 15% of bonded Ally's resistances.
[Dream Logic Immunity]
Reduces the 50% effect of irrational magic.
[Lunatide Blessing (Passive): Grants 5 HP/ SP regen per second to nearby allies.
[Stellar Rebirth Seedling]
Upon fatal hit, auto-revives after 10s with 25% HP (Once per day)
Active abilities
[Tides at Night (unlocked)
• Conjures a translucent wave of astral water that cleanses negative effects and inflicts 20 water-chaos damage.
° Cooldown: 30s | cost: 20MP
[Nocturne Feather Lash]
• Swings ethereal feather-chains in an X-pattern, binding and damaging up to 3 targets.
• Cooldown: 20s | Cost: 15 SP
[Chaos Dreamwarp]
• Short-range teleport to any location within line of sight, leaving behind a phantasmal afterimage that distracts enemies for 3s.
• Cooldown: 25s | Cost: 25 MP
[Lunatide Surge] - (Passive-Active)
When HP < 50%, all water-chaos abilities gain +30% potency for 10s.
• Cooldown: 60s
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[Exploring New Potential & Sparring Choreography]
The forest glade fell silent as Ashborn stood opposite Lunavelle on a flat moss-carpeted clearing. Moonlight filtered through the swaying canopy, illuminating drifting motes of spirit-dust.
"Alright Lunavelle, first let's test [Tides at Night.] Feel the rhythm of the astral sea flowing through you."
He bowed into a low kata stance. Lunavelle mirrored him, tiny wings flickering.
• Conduit Focus
° Ashborn guided her hand in a sweeping circle. "Channel your core: water, dream, chaos, blend them."
° Lunavelle inhaled; silver-blue light pulsed in her chest.
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• Ability Release
° She extended both hands. A crescent of shimmering wave-light roared forward, parting shadow and washing over a cluster of training dummies.
° Each dummy's binding seals shattered, debris drifting as if underwater.
"Good, notice how you cleanse and strike in one motion. Now let's weave [Nocturne Feather Lash]
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• Feather Lash Drill
° Ashborn summoned phantom targets at equidistant points.
° "Spin your wrist outward, form an 'X', and let them feathers fly."
° Lunavelle's small form whirled; Chains of glimmering feathers shot out, sneaking around each target's limbs, yanking them to her before dissolving in astral mist
"Solid control but remember to maintain your Genesis Thread Harmony.
Don't let chaos pull you apart."
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• Chaos Dreamwarp Tag
° He dashed right, then teleported behind.
"Use Chaos Dreamwarp to evade and position."
° Lunavelle flickered, vanishing in a soft chime and reappearing atop a fallen log, eyes bright with triumph.
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[Sparring session: Suppressing Instability]
The air crackled as Ashborn switched to combat posture, drawing Aetherion's whisp-trail across the ground in a pentagram. Soft runes glowed beneath their feet.
"Now sparring. Strike when I open, evade when I close. Balance chaos with calm."
Opening Exchange (30s):
Ashborn advanced with Multi-Vector Strike, feinting left, pivoting right in a blur.
Lunavelle responded with [Tides at Night,] forcing him to step back.
He closed the distance, tapping her astral core with a non-lethal palm testing her [Damage Delay.] Each staggered hit she absorbed, her aura shimmering but unwavering.
Mid-Round (45s):
Ashborn conjured a micro-gravity zone [Graviton Reversal Lattice] compressing her feather lashes.
Lunavelle countered, phasing into [Chaos Dreamwarp,] reemerging behind and slapping his shoulder with a ripple of water.
He laughed, impressed. "Nice. Now try [Lunatide Surge] Feel your power peak."
Final Phase (60s):
Cornered, Lunavelle's core flared violet. [Lunatide Surge] Activated, her next [Feather Lash] exploded outward, carving new channels in the rune-circle floor.
Ashborn deftly spun Aetherion into a guard, the blade shimmering with Genesis Thread Echoes. He absorbed the blow, nodding.
"You've got the moves, now control when chaos calls. Breathe between breaths. Let the dream flow through you, not over you."
He placed a gentle hand on her head. Lunavelle's wild aura calmed; her second pair of wings folded inward like a child settling.
"Tides at night... cleansed and calm."
Ashborn grinned. The Spirit Glade stilled in reverent hush, two bonded souls, master and apprentice, dancing on the edge of chaos and harmony.
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To be continued...