Chapter 11: Dawn and the Last Dialogue
"True freedom is not to break the chains, but to no longer care that they exist. "
In another area of the Dead Forest, in the midst of absolute destruction, stood the Spirit of the Katana. He observed the catastrophe, this spectacle of iron and wood falling from the sky, crushing countless other Spirits of the Blade of Nothingness. He says: "I see all these warships that have fallen from the sky crushing the other Spirit of the Blade of Nothingness. "
A few moments earlier, after making the conscious decision not to kill Râhenhotep and leave, something had happened. He was no longer like the other Spirits of the Blade of Nothing. Having developed a consciousness had made him appear a unique status in his vision. While the majority of Spirits did not even notice the existence of this information, he saw it.
His status was as follows:
Size: 1. 74
Weight: 50
Gender: female
Hair: Hidden by a black veil, fused to their whole body, like an extension of the shadow.
Eyes: bright blue
Skin: Very pale,
Beauty: unique
Clothes: their body is surrounded by veils of moving shadow, which float like fragments of fabric and black.
Statistics **Spirits Of The Katana**
HP: 180
ATK: 41
DEF: 34
LIFE: 38
TOTAL: **293**
# **Species: Spirits of the Blade of Nothing**
Species type: Spectral
**Description of the species:**
The Spirits of the Blade of Nothingness resemble any other creature.
They are born from the murderous tension of a blade, the echo of the very first desire to kill, frozen in the fabric of the world.
They only appear at night in the Dead Forest, emerging to kill. At dawn, they inevitably disappear, replaced by new spirits the following night. This cycle is eternal: an endless fight that has been played out since the creation of this forest.
Each Spirit of the Blade of Nothing has a unique weapon, born with him, which disappears at the same time as him. The more a spirit manages to kill other similar spirits, the stronger it becomes. Some say that it is precisely for this reason that the sky has forbidden them to live more than one night: because without a time limit, they could evolve infinitely, to the point of surpassing any other species.
Their existence is doomed to ephemerality, but if one of them survived longer than expected, he could develop a clean conscience. However, this remains a legend, because no one has yet escaped the rule of the cycle.
The only way to erase them permanently would be to erase all the deadly tensions of the blades... an absolutely impossible task.
**Effects of the species:**
Weapon of the Murderous Tension: each spirit wields a unique weapon, a pure manifestation of the intention to kill. This weapon reflects his nature and disappears with him.
Rank 1 Present: You exist. You can be recognized by a few people.
Description of ranks: The Rank measures your real influence on the world. It is not a simple brute power, nor a cultivation force, but the echo of your actions in the memory of the world. The world itself assigns your Rank - it does not depend on your clan, your status, or what you think you are. It reflects how much you are seen, recognized, feared or followed by the whole of reality. The higher your rank, the more the world reacts to you. You don't walk in the world - you fold it around you.
# **⚔️ Class:**
# **The Ephemeral**
Type of Class: Cursed
**Class description:**
This class is given to those whose existence is condemned to last only a breath.
The Ephemerals are beings created to appear and disappear, without ever having a real tomorrow. Their power can grow terrifyingly in a single night, but it always turns off with dawn.
This class represents the beauty and horror of instant power: living without a future, burning everything in the present moment, and then disappearing.
**Class effect: Accelerated evolution: the more they kill or absorb in the short time given to them, the more their strength grows exponentially. **
Single capacity: dead
Level: 1 (Sleept)
Capacity Type: Conceptual
Description of the skill: this ability was another time for the god death after thousands of years the dead god was tired of killing he sought to be killed to end with this life of being office he finds a way after thousands of years that was not a one death will not disappear but he he aims with death... this story a small part history of death
Sleeping capacity acquired: He sees how much time remains of each living being before dying
Mission to reach level 10 (Awake): use your ability 0 / 10 to reach level 10.
Original defect acquired: he cannot escape his destiny
Description: The bearer of this defect cannot escape his destiny no matter what he does
It takes a difference between him - **Spirits of the Blade of Nothingness**
Name: Spirits of the Blade of Nothingness
Age: Indeterminate, formed every night by the tension of the dies that emerges from the blade; to estimate their "age", it would be necessary to go back to the first tension of kills.
Size: Variable, often in a shaded, fluid and changing format, like a dark silhouette that blends into the night.
Weight: Almost zero, intangible; their body is made of shadow and murderous tension.
Gender: Indeterminate, undefined, neutral by essence.
Hair: Hidden by a black veil, fused to their whole body, like an extension of the shadow.
Eyes: Luminescent blue, cold and piercing, the only real and material thing on them.
Skin: Very pale, almost translucent, but often veiled by the darkness of their shape.
Beauty: Terrifying and fascinating; spectral, inhuman beauty that attracts as much as it scares.
Clothing: No real clothing; their body is surrounded by veils of moving shadow, which float like fragments of fabric and darkness. Sometimes, some shapes evoke blades or armor, but this is only an extension of their essence.
Statistics **Spirits of the Blade of Nothingness**
PV: 65
ATK: 19
DEF: 14
LIVES: 15
TOTAL: 113
# **Species: Spirits of the Blade of Nothing**
Species type: Spectral
**Description of the species:**
The Spirits of the Blade of Nothingness resemble any other creature.
They are born from the murderous tension of a blade, the echo of the very first desire to kill, frozen in the fabric of the world.
They only appear at night in the Dead Forest, emerging to kill. At dawn, they inevitably disappear, replaced by new spirits the following night. This cycle is eternal: an endless fight that has been played out since the creation of this forest.
Each Spirit of the Blade of Nothing has a unique weapon, born with him, which disappears at the same time as him. The more a spirit manages to kill other similar spirits, the stronger it becomes. Some say that it is precisely for this reason that the sky has forbidden them to live more than one night: because without a time limit, they could evolve infinitely, to the point of surpassing any other species.
Their existence is doomed to ephemerality, but if one of them survived longer than expected, he could develop a clean conscience. However, this remains a legend, because no one has yet escaped the rule of the cycle.
The only way to erase them permanently would be to erase all the deadly tensions of the blades... an absolutely impossible task.
**Effects of the species:**
Weapon of the Murderous Tension: each spirit wields a unique weapon, a pure manifestation of the intention to kill. This weapon reflects his nature and disappears with him.
Rank 1 Present: You exist. You can be recognized by a few people.
Description of ranks: The Rank measures your real influence on the world. It is not a simple brute power, nor a cultivation force, but the echo of your actions in the memory of the world. The world itself assigns your Rank - it does not depend on your clan, your status, or what you think you are. It reflects how much you are seen, recognized, feared or followed by the whole of reality. The higher your rank, the more the world reacts to you. You don't walk in the world - you fold it around you.
# **⚔️ Class:**
# **The Ephemeral**
Type of Class: Cursed
**Class description:**
This class is given to those whose existence is condemned to last only a breath.
The Ephemerals are beings created to appear and disappear, without ever having a real tomorrow. Their power can grow terrifyingly in a single night, but it always turns off with dawn.
This class represents the beauty and horror of instant power: living without a future, burning everything in the present moment, and then disappearing.
**Class effect: Accelerated evolution: the more they kill or absorb in the short time given to them, the more their strength grows exponentially. **
A new and cold understanding struck him. He realized the tragedy of his kind: "I see, we Spirits of the Blade of Nothingness do not have time to develop a consciousness before the day. That's why we mill each other for no reason, but it's our purest instinct"
Then, the horror of his destiny seizes him: "No, this is not the time to think about that. If I do nothing, I disappear at dawn. There is not much time left. Is it because of the sun? Why at dawn but not at night? Is it because of the day? Is it because of this forest? "
He felt time running out. There were only a few minutes left before dawn. Driven by what could be an ultimate survival instinct defying his destiny, he began to run. His goal was simple: to leave this dead forest before the sun rises. He does not make his capacity of death unused for hope. Sleeping ability acquired: He sees how much time remains of each living being before dying. Use it looks the further it gets from the forest the more its lifespan increases but the closer the dawn gets the more its lifespan shortens faster. He says I have to leave this place faster.
In another place in the dead forest, a tall man has just come out of the rubble of the ships that fell into the sky. It's none other than Orvek. He says: "What's going on? Then he saw an inhuman number of corpses of men everywhere that fell from the sky. He says: "I was really lucky. "
A woman appeared in front of them. It was Nefirâ, at the head of several survivors she had already grouped.
Some time earlier, in the face of the disaster, Nefirâ had tried to escape. But the rain of warships had given him an idea: to help these new survivors. After all, she had arrived before them in this strange world. After grouping the survivors, she spoke to them: "Stop fighting! We are more in our world but in a strange and dangerous world. You and I are no longer in our world. But this world also has its wonders: in this world, each being is unique and has powers. We must hear each other help to return home" After saying this, everyone stopped the war between them and everyone let her became the leader instinctively.
Nefirâ was no longer the weak woman of yesteryear who could not use her ability because of her original defect. Now she carried the Crown of Domination and her strength increased each time the servants who followed her increased. Her physical strength, which was weak in all space before, now surpassed Orvek who had lived all her life on the battlefield, she who had never been to the battlefield all thanks to the Crown of Domination.
She had not only evolved in her physical strength, but also in her unique ability: Chessboard.
Formerly Level 1 (Sleeped), it was now Level 10 (Awake). Like Râhenhotep, she had gained her Awakened ability, plus an object.
She now had:
* Sleeping Capacity: He can anticipate one or two simple movements of those he observes, giving him a slight strategic advantage.
* New Awakened Ability: He can manipulate an individual or servant who is under his control like a piece, but if he doesn't want to, it's already too late.
She had also won a unique object:
- pawn table
**Acquired object:**Pawn table
Object type: Relic of Destiny
Description: the painting was created by fate itself said...
Effects of the object: you can control all your pawns but if it takes a choice or action contrary to their will he will think about their personal choice
She was no longer the helpless woman because of her defect. She had become the Queen who surpasses the king.
In another area of the dead forest
What a walk to find survivors to help them but he finds no one everything he finds a corpse everywhere as if he fell from hell this tear was Kaelan he says all this for that. He looks at his life since he took his father who was killed by Orvek he sought revenge he trains hard then he becomes a mercenary to kill Orvek when he is about to succeed in his revenge he transports to another world of powers. Contrary to what others think, he never liked violence or fighting and every time he saw people die he felt bad after becoming a mercenary he showed indifference to death. He thinks after avenging his father he will be soothed but today the world throws her into another world or hell because he becomes what he hates like Orvek he killed how many people to take revenge. Kaelan heard a person in the rubble this Râhenhotep unaware Kaelan to try to close with the blood flowing endlessly with who he could. Is the sun began to come out without who was in the rubble the body all broken the skin bruised his dried blood the cover the whole body his bar broken would say more an arm half cut it doesn't even look like a part of his body a big hole in his abdomen from where small Puddle of blood flows no pasque the injury is not serious but so much he lost blood it only remains can. In this nameless but since he woke up he is soothed by the memories of his mother. the Spirit of the Katana saw her he knows that there is more time left before disappearing but he stops in front of nameless to ask him a question why are you not afraid as if you don't hurt as if you are not going to die? Nameless who was sitting with his back on a rubble cough several times he says you are the first spirit of the Blade of the Nothingness that I saw who speaks. But for your question then he smiles you think death is bad you think you are chained by fate and bad you think that being a slave and bad but you deceive me everything has its beauty and even if I died here and then I have already lived my life without any regrets but if it was short but if it was sad for others I lived it but if fate plays with me as it wants but it can never prevent me from living fully but if I was Control being a slave what does it really change Take the liberty but the real freedom is no longer even the need for freedom is the beauty of everything. Me thanks to a woman I find my way even if she has been dead for a long time she continues to live in my heart. Spirits Of The Katana was so touched by the word of nameless he begins to disappear he says this woman must be Exceptional, and then he disappears. She is a ray of sunshine. Her appeared but without a name says yes she Exceptional.