So far, everything with my Father’s Evolution Ascension had gone according to plan; sure, it would hurt like a mother fucker, and wouldn’t be fun for him, but the time it would take for him to max out his Racial Classification would be drastically cut by a ridiculous margin.
It was only once he reached 6C that we could begin his power leveling and get him up to Beta-Rank alongside Brenden and me.
If I am being totally honest…the plan was insane, and apart from its intricacies, there were too many variables that could have gone wrong; that was primarily why I didn’t explain anything to either my brother or Father ahead of time.
Hope is the killer of dreams, and if I explained it all upfront, my lack of emotions would make it seem as if it was par for the course, a walk in the park, and THAT was something to be avoided.
Plans fail, especially mine, which is why I always have backups, and with the short window given by Arkadia, I couldn’t afford to fuck things up, so it was better to keep it all secret than explain later.
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After doing some short work to disable the first wave of Zombies, I expanded my perception and realized I had miscalculated by a drastic amount.
There were hundreds, if not thousands, of Undead, heading in my direction, and the six I had crippled were only the furthest most dregs of the group.
"Well…that’s not good," speaking in a low tone, I took a deep breath and tried to figure out the best way to handle this situation.
’A particle bomb would work in clearing them, but that would be counterproductive for the task at hand; I can’t go killing off all these free meals for Dad…their numbers aside, there are quite a few Higher level Undead hidden in the horde. Especially near the back…Those guys are borderline Gamma-Rank.’
’But how is that possible? We are over 2 thousand miles away from the Gamma Zone; why are they here…" Squinting to try and make out movement in the pitch-black darkness, the question cropped up in my mind, making me uncomfortable with any of the potential answers: the worst of which was that the Gamma-Zone was way closer than originally estimated.
’If that’s the case, those few Duke-Grade Undead are the least of my worries…"
Undead, like anything else, have a ranking system in the form of Grades, which was explained to Humanity by none other than the Vampires, and the grades are as follows.
Squire: Non-Rank
Knight: Alpha-Rank
Death Knight: Beta-Rank
Duke: Gamma-Rank
Arch Duke: Delta-Rank
Monarch: Zeta-Rank
Emperor: Theta-Rank
If I already saw Duke-Grade Undead within 400 miles of the Safezone, that was a bad sign because it meant the power scaling for the new and improved Undead Caverns was WAY higher than anticipated.
Wearing a frown, I clicked my tongue before stomping on the ground and activating my Secondary Talent.
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"Geomancy, Geo-Wall." waving my hands as if forming a sphere over my chest, I created a small box out of the rocky tunnel, trapping the disabled Undead within for safekeeping.
However, right as I activated my Talent, I noticed something for the first time…my Eyes weren’t glowing Blue.
In the pitch-black darkness of the tunnels, any light source, no matter how faint it was, could be perceived; this included Talent Activations.
And right now, there was an Amber glow emitting from me, which, while surprising, wasn’t really.
I suppose I’ve never really talked about it much, but everyone with a Talent had this little side-effect where their eyes would faintly glow. There wasn’t really much rhyme or reason to the color either; in my case, my Psy-Kinesis emphasized the color of my iris, shining in an eerie, icy blue glow since my eyes were extremely blue, almost gray.
But my Geomancy manifested this new Amber light, and I couldn’t help but want to delve deeper into the crux of the issue. I mean, it was strange that a different talent caused a different Glow, but at the same time, I could work with it because it would allow me to further separate my different aliases from each other.
After all, my shade of Icy Blue was unique to Xipher, and I had yet to find another person whose Talent Activation emulated the same type of color and glow as mine.
With a shake of my head and shuffling sounds in the distance, I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind and focused on the next wave of Undead, all of which were Low DK-Grade, 8 of them to be precise.
After bouncing up and down to limber up a few times, I dashed forward until I met the next wave head-on, and within 3 minutes, I added eight more squirming-headed torsos to my stack of bodies housed in the rock box I had made.
Wave three was equal in size and strength to wave 2. So it went as for the next 6 hours, I entered my famed autopilot mode, with each swipe of my claws severing limbs until the first box was filled, then the second, and third, until at some point, after I had long since lost track of time, I heard my brother shout from behind me.
"What in the fuck? HEY TAYLOR, what’s up with these dozen boxes of Corpses? HOLY SHIT, THEYRE MOVING, aww, that’s fucking gross, it’s like a bunch of maggots. Urpp…ima puke."
"Probably not the greatest idea to climb to the top of and stick your head into a random rocky containment in the middle of a tunnel; I’m sure that stench hit you pretty hard, son,"
It wasn’t Brenden’s voice that snapped me out of my Autopilot killing mode; instead, it was my Father.
Since he was here, I could put things on hold for a little while, so I quickly cleaned up the wave I was working on and willed all my remaining particles into my next move.
"Whew, let’s do this," stepping back, I took a stance and began bringing up one wall after another, kind of like flood doors on a cruise ship.
One after another, loud bangs echoed through the large tunnels as I crashed the Geo-Walls into the ceiling until I had made over 20 of them and cut us off from the rest of the horde entirely.
Although the walls looked sturdy and durable, the only question in my mind was how long it would take the Dukes or Higher to break through them because I knew they could and would.