Chapter Eight Hundred And Six – 806
You Have Proven Yourself Against The Tempest, Pit, Shaper of Chaos!
Be Welcome To The Halcyon Hold!
You Have Been Marked!
Authority Increased!
Stormtested!
You May Enter The Tempest With Impunity. The Stormwardens Will Accept You As One Of Their Own.
The voice of the system thundered through Pit, and an ineffable weight settled across his being like a blanket astride his soul.
Authority. He'd felt it plenty of times before. And I've been Marked. Felix won't be happy about that. They had a complicated history with gods and others Marking them, but this seemed benign enough. If it ends up being a problem, I can just have the Atlantes get rid of it later.
There was an unearthly glow to things within the eye of the Tempest, as if the world itself had turned the brightness up. Perhaps it spoke to the clawing darkness he'd just left, but the circle of blue above him was almost blinding. The world around was so quiet that Pit had to shake his head. It felt like he had water in his ears.