Dawn was still a smudge on the horizon.
Eirikâd chosen this final outcrop deliberately. It wasnât high, perhaps thirty feet, but it was sheer on one face, slick with verglas, offering the kind of technical challenge that pushed his meager agility to its absolute screaming limit. Below, pacing like a caged bear, Harkin watched.
[Tutorial Quest #6 (out of 7): Skills Mastery ]
[Quest Type: Learning]
[Objective: Getting at least 1 skill to C- rating (1/1) and 3 other Skills to D rating. (2/3)]
One more, Eirik thought. Swordsmanship clawed to C-, Alchemy boosted to D with the crystal, Riding ground out on that damned bone-rattling horse. Just one more D-rank skill.
Eirik pulled an iron chisel from his belt.
Thank the smith. Heâd gone to a quiet blacksmith in a Fenrir village days before. He needed something to help him climb safely but couldn't lug around obvious mountaineering gear.
The solution? A custom chisel.
Heâd sketched it roughly: forearm length, thicker and heavier than a stonemason's, with a blunted tip for wedging, not cutting. Made from tough wrought iron, its simple leather-wrapped grip was designed for hard, repeated blows. The smith, loyal and discreet, asked no questions, forging it alongside mundane farm tools. It looked like a rugged digging tool, not out of place among mining supplies.
Just another tool, Eirik had thought, but this one might save my ass. He carefully positioned the tip against a small crack just above his head...
He jammed the chisel's blunt end into a thin crack above his head, twisting it to wedge it tight. Instant handhold.
Test the chisel's bite. Shift the weight slowly. Trust the toe-hold, just for a secondâ¦
The chisel held firm.
[CLIMBING EXPERIENCE +1]
[MANA FRAGMENT +1]
[PROGRESS TOWARDS NEXT CLIMBING LEVEL: 981/1000 (F â D)]
He sucked in a lungful of freezing air, forcing calm. This is it. This chisel-wedge was the key. Left foot high on a tiny lip heâd chipped earlier. Right foot smearing on slick stone. Left hand wrapped tightly around the cold iron of the chisel, knuckles scraping raw.
Pull!
He hauled hard on the chisel, muscles screaming in protest, using its solid grip to lift himself. His right hand shot up, fingers straining for the knob. Contact! He exploded upwards, driving with his legs, releasing the chisel and hauling with his arms. His chest scraped against the rock. He kicked wildly, boots finding purchase on the slope.
He heaved, scrambling, kicking, until he sprawled, gasping, onto the small, snow-dusted summit.
Made it.
[CLIMBING EXPERIENCE +1]
[MANA FRAGMENT +1]
[PROGRESS TOWARDS NEXT CLIMBING LEVEL: 982/1000 (F â D)]
He lay still for a moment, lungs burning.
His mind flashed to the shadowed trails, the marked chokepoints. Jens, bless his meticulous, terrified soul, had done his job. He had tested the ropes and pulleys twice over, Harkin had confirmed their solidity.
With a thought, his mind shifted to Fiskâs masterpieces. Lined neatly near one wall were fifteen clay jars, each stoppered tightly with wax and cloth. They looked deceptively innocuous. Inside each: Fiskâs volatile cocktail â Sunspice dust, powdered Old Scarlet, Frostwort, suspended in cheap spirits. And sealed within, separate until impact, vinegar and powdered Shalechalk.
Cloud Bombs.
Fisk had delivered last night. Harkin had taken one look and stored them immediately elsewhere. Heâd assigned the throwing to the steadiest hands among Olafâs recruits â men used to hurling rocks or knives in brawls. Five designated throwers, each carrying three jars retrieved from the ring just before deployment. The rest of the Talons knew to cover their faces and move when they saw the jars fly.
Time for the final inventory.
He stood, shaking out his trembling limbs. The summit offered a breathtaking panorama of the forest waking. The Frostmire clearing lay like a silver-gray disc below. First, get the chisel back. He carefully descended the top few feet, retrieving the iron tool from its crack with a solid tug and securing it back on his belt.
He spent the next twenty minutes descending and re-ascending the less treacherous parts of the outcrop, finding slightly different routes. His hands became bloody, his muscles trembled, but he pushed on.
[CLIMBING EXPERIENCE +1]
[MANA FRAGMENT +1]
...
[CLIMBING EXPERIENCE +1]
[MANA FRAGMENT +1]
[PROGRESS TOWARDS NEXT CLIMBING LEVEL: 999/1000 (F â D)]
[CLIMBING EXPERIENCE +1]
[MANA FRAGMENT +1]
[CLIMBING LEVEL UP: F â D]
[D-RANK CLIMBING UNLOCKED]
[You gain increased stability and speed on vertical surfaces, reduced stamina drain during ascents/descents, enhanced grip strength.]
[Tutorial Quest #6 (out of 7): Skills Mastery ]
[Quest Type: Learning]
[Objective: Getting at least 1 skill to C- rating (1/1) and 3 other Skills to D rating. (3/3)]
[QUEST COMPLETE!]
[Reward Claimed: 4,000 Mana Fragments]
[Reward Claimed: Skill Upgrade Crystal (Silver)]
[Skill Upgrade Crystal (Silver): Upgrade any skill of choice to C-minus tier. Only usable for D-tier skills.]
[Reward Claimed: Storage Ring (Upgradable)]
[Storage Ring: Equipped. Accessible extradimensional storage space. Current Capacity: 10x10x10 ft (1000 cubic ft).]
[Visualization Required for Item Storage/Retrieval. Cannot store living matter.]
Storage Ring? Eirikâs eyes widened slightly.
He focused on the plain, unadorned silver band that had appeared on the ring finger of his right hand. It felt cold, inert. He concentrated, visualizing the Fenrir longsword in its sheath lying by the tree he had placed before he made his ascent. He stepped over and held it. Store.
The sword vanished from his hands. Instantly, a mental image bloomed in his mind â a featureless grey cube, 10x10x10 feet. Floating serenely in its center was his longsword in its sheath.
Retrieve. The sword snapped back onto his hands. The process was instantaneous, requiring only focused thought.
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He experimented swiftly, storing and retrieving a small throwing knife from his boot, a waterskin, then the knife again. Incredible. He drew his climbing chisel. Store this too. It vanished into the grey space. Retrieve. It snapped back into his hand.
No more worrying about losing it. Vital tools, Fiskâs bombs⦠all hidden but instantly ready. The tactical possibilities exploded.
âMâlord?â Harkin grunted. âWhat⦠what is going on?â
âPrepare the sleigh. We leave in five minutes.â
Harkinâs grunt of acknowledgment was muffled by distance but unmistakably relieved. Eirik turned his attention back to the system. He couldnât afford to wait. The upgrades needed to happen now.
He visualized the interface, focusing on the stash of mana fragments heâd been saving up.
[MANA FRAGMENTS]
[+2,000 (Tutorial Quest #4 Reward)]
[+2,000 (Swordsmanship - From Grinding)]
[+1,000 (Riding - From Grinding)]
[+1,000 (Alchemy - From Crystal )]
[+1,000 (Climbing - From Grinding)]
[+4,000 (Quest #6 Completion Reward)]
[ = 11,000 in Total ]
Eleven thousand fragments. A hoard. More than heâd ever possessed. His gaze snapped to the path ahead:
[UPGRADE TO SNOW RANK 3: COST 4,000 MANA FRAGMENTS]
[UPGRADE TO SNOW RANK 4: COST 6,000 MANA FRAGMENTS]
Perfect. 4,000 + 6,000 = 10,000. Heâd have 1,000 left.
Enough for emergencies, perhaps a stat point later. But the Realm upgrades were paramount. Rank 4 meant more Mana, more slots, a higher stat cap. Power to survive the wargame.
Eirik closed his eyes, taking a centering breath. His battered hands clenched. He focused inward, past the physical exhaustion, to the core of his being.
[UPGRADE TO SNOW RANK 3: COST 4,000 MANA FRAGMENTS]
[CONFIRM UPGRADE? YES/NO]
YES. He mentally slammed the command.
A shockwave tearing through his meridians. Frostbite agony erupted in his bones, instantly followed by a searing wave that felt like molten lead coursing through his veins. His muscles locked. His jaw clenched so hard he feared his teeth would shatter. The world dissolved into white noise and blinding inner light. He felt⦠stretched. Forged. Like crude ore plunged into the heart of a glacier and tempered by lightning.
He dropped to one knee, gasping, fighting not to scream. Cold sweat erupted across his skin, freezing instantly in the dawn air. He commanded himself, riding the tempest.
As abruptly as it began, the intensity receded, leaving a profound, bone-deep chill and a terrifying sense of expansion. Panting, he blinked sweat from his eyes. New system messages burned in his vision.
[UPGRADE SUCCESSFUL! REALM: SNOW RANK 3]
[MANA CAP INCREASED: 10 â 15]
[SECOND ABILITY SLOT UNLOCKED!]
[REWARD: +5 FREE STAT POINTS]
Fifteen mana! A second slot! The surge in potential was exhilarating. But he wasn't done.
[UPGRADE TO SNOW RANK 4: COST 6,000 MANA FRAGMENTS]
[CONFIRM UPGRADE? YES/NO]
YES.
This time, the power was different. The bone-deep chill squeezed his essence, compacting it, forcing denser energy into the pathways forged moments before. His breath crystallized in the air before him. Frost crackled on his eyelashes, his hair. It was agony not of tearing, but of being compressed into something infinitely harder, colder. A glacier forming inside his soul.
The pressure built until he thought his skull would implode. Then, with a silent, cosmic snap, it released.
[UPGRADE SUCCESSFUL! REALM: SNOW RANK 4]
[MANA CAP INCREASED: 15 â 20]
[REWARD: +5 FREE STAT POINTS]
[NOTE: NEXT UPGRADE TO SNOW RANK 5 COST 8,000 MANA FRAGMENTS]
Eirik clenched his fists, feeling the dense, coiled power. Rank 4. I feel⦠formidable. He pulled up his core stats.
[STRENGTH: 18]
[ENDURANCE: 7]
[AGILITY: 8]
[INTELLECT: 12]
[CHARM: 6]
[MANA: 20/20]
His weaknesses were clear. Agility first. Endurance second. Charm...? Maybe he'll consider it later.
He allocated the points swiftly.
[ALLOCATING STAT POINTSâ¦]
[AGILITY: 8 â 15 (7 Points Used)]
[ENDURANCE: 7 â 10 (3 Points Used)]
He pulled up his full status screen:
[NAME: EIRIK STORMCROW]
[REALM: SNOW (RANK 4 of 5)]
[MANA FRAGMENTS: 1,000]
[STATS]
[STRENGTH: 18]
[ENDURANCE: 10]
[AGILITY: 15]
[INTELLECT: 12]
[CHARM: 6]
[MANA: 20/20]
[SKILLS]
[SWORDSMANSHIP: (C-)]
[ALCHEMY: (D)]
[CLIMBING: (D)]
[RIDING: (D)]
[ARMOR PROFICIENCY: ALL TYPES (F)]
[OTHERS (F)]
[ABILITIES]
[SLOT ONE: IDENTIFY (EQUIPPED)]
[SLOT TWO: EMPTY]
[SLOT THREE: LOCKED]
Now, he also had a upgrade to use to raise one of his D-tier skills to C-minus.
Climbing it is.
He visualized the Silver Crystal activating, targeting the D-rank Climbing skill. The crystal vanished in a brief, silver shimmer.
[SKILL UPGRADE CRYSTAL (SILVER) USED!]
[CLIMBING EXPERIENCE + 2000]
[MANA FRAGMENT + 2000]
[PROGRESS TOWARDS NEXT CLIMBING LEVEL: 2,000/2,000 (D â C-)]
[CLIMBING LEVEL UP: D â C-]
[C-MINUS RANK CLIMBING UNLOCKED]
[You gain significantly enhanced grip strength and friction control, allowing ascents/descents on near-vertical or icy surfaces with minimal handholds. Increased speed and drastically reduced stamina drain. Enhanced spatial awareness for route planning.]
He chose it because climbing could be a game-changer for him to take full advantage of the terrain. He could get some ropes stored in his ring, and be the first person to climb up any cliff, then drop the rope and pull. His upgraded strength and endurance would come in handy when he haul others up.
The sleigh ride back towards the Talons' camp was silent. He tested the Storage Ring constantly, storing his cloak, then his gloves, then a rock on his pocket. The bombs⦠Iâll need to distribute some, but I can carry the majority unseen. His gaze scanned the darkening woods.
This had to work.
âââ
He found Isolde Fenrir among the campâs nervous bustle near the sleighs.
"Lady Isolde. A word." He led her aside. "You know the city's shadow markets. The betting pits."
Isolde paled. Betting? Now? "Eirik, this is madness! If Cedric finds outâ"
"He won't." Eirikâs stare was ice. "Take every spare Fenrir coin. Every jewel you can safely sell. Bet it all. On me. To win outright."
Isolde clutched her shawl, mind racing. Bet everything? On this ragged band? Yet... the cold certainty in his eyes. She swallowed hard. "The odds... they'll be monstrous. If you lose..."
"I won't lose." He cut her off.