Name: Call of the Silver Moon
Rarity: Legendary
Class: Command
Accepted Class: Recursive
Rejected Class: Linear
Description: The Dark Kin are represented by three wolves. The Crimson Wolf. The Dark Wolf. And the Silver Moon Wolf. It is said that once, in a distant past, each were beasts before they evolved into their current humanoid forms, and much of that bestial strength remains within them.
Abilities: Call of the Silver Moon.
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’... So very descriptive. Thank you.’
Grey shook his head when he saw this, not sure how to react. Usually, the Genesis System was quite good about giving detailed explanations about things. Sometimes they would even put the explanations that were needed directly into the Description itself, and then double back and explain in another way in the Abilities section.
But this was just a retelling of the treasure’s title without an additional explanation at all. What Grey did know, though, considering this had happened a few times before, was that the vaguer the Genesis System was, the more powerful an item tended to be.
These items were releasing quite a bright light, and Grey had a feeling there was very, very good reason for that. And he was pretty sure that went beyond the fact they were Command Class items.
However, the Grey of now wasn’t the same Grey as the past. He had an intuition for the things of the world that couldn’t compare to the past. Meaning...
The snowglobe fell into his palm and Grey’s gaze swept over the phases of the Silver Moon within. Every one he looked through, he felt a great amount of pressure coming from, the sort of pressure that he felt he couldn’t withstand at all...
Until his gaze landed on the new moon. It was the only one of the moons without true color of its own. Other than a halo of faint silver around it, it was almost entirely black, right down to its core.
Somehow, Grey was also sure that this wasn’t just an exterior change. There was something fundamentally different about this moon right down to its very essence.
’You...’
Grey did nothing but stare at this moon for a long, calm while.
Then all of a sudden his heart skipped a beat. For a moment, it felt like a soul hidden within his body was latched onto by a fishing wire and almost yanked out of him.
The soul separated—not entirely—for just a brief instance, and it looked almost like Grey was pulling a clone out of himself. A clone that was transparent and pale, but a clone nonetheless.
The speed of Grey’s heartbeat doubled after that and a growl left his lips. His hair stood on end, even the little hairs that covered his face standing at attention. These hairs were usually invisible to the naked eye, there to protect the skin against pathogens and various diseases. But at this moment, they reacted like every other hair on Grey’s body, growing sharp and pointed as his heartbeat accelerated.
Grey’s heart skipped another beat and his soul rippled out of his body once again.
Upon the second time, Grey was almost sure that nothing was actually trying to rip his soul from him. Instead, it was more like a byproduct, and a danger that could very well result at the same time.
It was making him more in tune with his soul, but oddly enough, the purpose of it wasn’t his soul at all.
Grey felt his heart beat double again. His skin reddened, the whites of his eyes inundating themselves with so many blood vessels it almost looked like they were turning red as well.
But it wasn’t some cosmetic change. Grey’s body itself was under a great deal of pressure. His muscles pumped with every erratic racing of his heart as though he was experiencing the worst workout aches of his life.
His shoulders scrunched forward as his chest flexed. But then his back likewise flexed and it became like the two of them were fighting for supremacy and control.
It wasn’t just his chest and back. His biceps and triceps began to fight against one another soon after, then his quads and hamstrings, then his abs and posterior chain.
His veins writhed beneath his skin like pulsing masses of raging crimson rivers growing larger and larger through his chest.
Grey could feel it. The third heartbeat skip was coming. But if that happened...
His soul would be yanked out of his body and his heart would explode.
He was absolutely sure of it. There was just no way that he could withstand it. He had to break free of this, or else he would die—.
Then it all stopped.
Grey blinked for a moment and then a wall of fatigue slapped against him like a humid summer day. He was ripped from his feet and yanked down to his knees as though gravity had decided today to focus all its attention on him.
He shook, unable to even uncurl his fingers. His entire body was tense, every muscle shredded down to the bone.
’Holy... shit...’
Grey understood what was happening now.
He collapsed into a fetal position, his body quaking from head to toe.
Suddenly, a Wolf Spirit lunged out of him and swallowed the snowglobe whole. But before Grey could be enraged by it—not that he really had the energy left to do that with his stamina having reached rock bottom again—he realized that the snowglobe was actually now reflecting within his Cyber Space.
This... he hadn’t expected at all.
In normal werewolf lore, the moon came down, and people evolved into some odd beast-human hybrid that would rampage and shred everything in its path apart.
However, in function, the Dark Kin didn’t see it like this at all.
The moon was where the call of their bloodline was the strongest, and it was also the time they could attune themselves to it to the greatest degree.
The Call of the Silver Moon...
It was a training tool. Specifically, a physical state training item.