[Feat Gained][Moon Altar]—

  [Feat Gained][Bearer Of Legend]—

  He was in a dream.

  Ever since he came into this world, Suna had struggled to tell a dream apart from reality. Maybe it was because the line had started to blur? But this dream was at least clear.

  He stood in a field of translucent blue grass. The wide open skies shimmered with the blue outline of a planet, so close that Suna could make out its rocky, almost oceanic surface.

  The planet--a moon--shielded him and the figure standing in front of him.

  He was him, a replica yet not quite.

  The Suna in front of him had mirrorlike, bluish skin like the grasses. His face more…how should he put it? More endowed? Handsome? His eyes were wide and fierce as they stared with dark blue retina-less eyes.

  And one of his ears was long, elf-like, but drooped down to his shoulder like a sheet of paper.

  [Spirit Rabbit Archer]

  “A class upgrade?” Suna asked no one. He stepped forward, still apprehensive about it. “Can you see me?” He waved in front of the Spirit Rabbit Archer.

  Suna reached forward, and his hand went through the Class. Letting out a disappointed sigh, Suna stepped back. There was not much here to know except that he had another class option.

  And this was just from wearing the Spirit Rabbit Cloak. This also happened with the Pyre Flame Pendant. If he were to believe what the god had said, then this must be the effect of this invisible Blessing of Resonance, an Integrator like him had.

  “I need to keep this,” Suna muttered. There was no way he was letting this power slip out of his hands. Absolutely not.

  Before leaving, he wanted to test one more thing.

  Suna summoned his Gale Bow, and wind gathered, forming into the spell bow.

  So he could summon his power here. Suna then raised his bow and was about to bring it down on the [Spirit Rabbit Archer] just to see what would happen. But then, a voice halted him.

  “Now, I would rather you not do that,” a soft, almost breathless voice said. It was feminine, and certainly not originating from his other selves.

  Suna turned, his senses prickling. Standing between two mounds of rolling hills was a figure of a woman—no, not a woman. She had the same translucent-blue skin as the grasses. A glint of confidence radiated from her wide, dark blue eyes. She stepped forward, naked, showing her hourglass figure.

  Her dark blue hair flowed down to her hips, and she was beautiful.

  But not a beauty that made Suna want to stare. It was an alien kind of beauty, full of strangeness and otherworldly grace.

  “Stop,” Suna commanded. His voice was calm, and in his right hand, he formed an Emberwind Arrow. Bright orange light flared in a circle around Suna, shielding him from the dark blue world. “Don’t make me draw this.”

  The alien halted and smiled. “That was rude, you know I could banish this image…this world. And you'll lose that version of you. You will never attain such power. The possible future of you who…” she paused, and a wide visceral grin split her face in pure hunger. “Ah, how wondrous an Integrator are. A path to change races from Human to Lunarian just because you wore my skin for a bit…”

  “Lunar Rabbit?”

  “I am.”

  The Lunar Rabbit hugged herself. as if she were shielding from a cold.

  “Please do not mind me,” She looked around, eyes taking in the world. “I can access this place within you, thanks to m—” She staggered. The god fell on one knee; she let out a wry grin, “Oh? What is th—”

  [Ejection. [Lunar Rabbit]

  “It appears I overstayed my welcome.” The Lunar Rabbit's eyes rose, meeting him.

  “Goodbye?” Suna smiled, tilting his head, annoyance still tingling under his skin from how she had forced the quest on him.

  “I've seen your face closely now, human, don’t think you can skip up on the quest. Because, yes, I want more Integrator now.” The [Lunar Rabbit] disappeared in a puff of light.

  Suna let out a small sigh, and he muttered. “I’m not that crazy.”

  --

  [Feat Gained][Eye Of God]—You have laid eyes on a god. A being that had transcended almost everything the system could provide. Locking eyes with them all was an incredible feat. All Stat + 30

  [Feat Gained][Moon Altar]—You had used the Moon Altar. Its existence alone was rare, and yet you used it. Such a feat ought to be remembered. Arcanery + 20

  [Feat Gained][Bearer Of Legend]—You have worn a Legendary item. Such honor and blessing was an incredible feat in its own right. May your item grant you plenty of blessings and stay with you. Arcanery + 30

  Name: Suna Amor

  Level: 49

  Class: [Flintwind Archer]

  Rune: 126

  Feat: 23

  Mana: 1200/27890 → 11559/28690

  Pyre Flame: 85666.

  Pact: 2

  Class Skill (13/35)

  - Archer Instinct [Uncommon]

  - Gale Backstep [Uncommon]

  - Moving Shot [Uncommon]

  - Flint Draw [Uncommon]

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  - Arcane String [Uncommon]

  - Gale Bow [Rare]

  - Spell String Mastery [Rare]

  - Hissing Volley [Rare]

  - Drill Arrow [Uncommon]

  - Still Form [Uncommon]

  - Saproot Arrow [Rare]

  - Emberwind Arrow [Rare]

  - Ashen Brand [Uncommon]

  General Skill (12/35)

  - Swift Draw [Uncommon]

  - Drowfication I [Rare]

  - Rune Seeker [Uncommon]

  - Gale Step [Uncommon]

  - Wind Veil [Uncommon]

  - Thermal instinct [Uncommon]

  - Enchanced Sense [Uncommon]

  - Enduring Body [Uncommon]

  - Battle Focus [Common]

  - Eagle Eyes [Uncommon]

  - Pyre Shield [Rare]

  - Pyre Flame Starter [Uncommon]

  Strength: 2145 → 2159 → 2189

  Dexterity: 1529 → 1535 → 1565

  Vitality: 1455 →1462 → 1492

  Arcanery: 2783 → 2789 → 2869

  Sense: 1012 → 1017 → 1047

  Did he just draw the ire of a literal god?

  Suna had never picked a fight before, well, before being transported here, at least. He was a certified kind person, by anyone's standards. But now, he had to take a double-take. Suna massaged his forehead, looking like he needed to start taking this rabbit quest seriously.

  Not that he had the option to refuse in the first place. There was no way he would leave without choosing an item.

  “You’re awake?” Jack asked. The Tiefling was breathing heavily. Sweat drenched his red skin, and Suna felt bad for sleeping—but he had needed it badly.

  “Yeah, I should be good now,” Suna said. He stood and rolled his shoulders. The damp air of the cave greeted him by reminding him how hard it was to breathe in a space like this. He was almost impressed by his own ability to sleep here.

  Suna wove an Emberwind, and comfortable light settled in, banishing the darkness away.

  “Let's go, we will find them, Jack.”

  Jack gave him a wide grin as he slung his shadowy Legendary spear across his shoulder. “Of course we will, I doubt anyone can beat us now, Suna.”

  They pressed their hand to the gate, creaking the door open. As the first stream of light rushed in, cruel cold followed.

  Suna pushed, and a small army of snow invaded the cave. He immediately shivered with chill creeping into his body like a sting. The world opened into a dim blue light that shone in an endless snow blanketing the ground.

  They stood on a hill overlooking a city of ice. A crystalline wall was erected between the hills, forming a gargantuan square formation that nestled the city inside. Buildings, small as a hut and large as a skyscraper, sprawled around the castle in the middle, which was made to look like a cold, blocky prison. The castle wall was far taller than any building, easily towering over them, but it was nothing compared to the great walls

  “The second depth,” Jack said, a mix of awe and fear tinged his voice.

  Suna knelt at the edge of a deadly ridge. A small blizzard rushed down the slope ahead, and he doubted it would stay small for long.

  To their right lay the only path downward, buried beneath heavy snow.

  “We need to move,” Suna said. He summoned his Gale Bow. It coalesced and cut apart the snow into bits as it formed.

  “I will take the lead, Suna!” Jack said he ran forward and began trekking across.

  Suna did not mind that; if anything, it made sense with no baggage to carry.

  “This Truth Maiden the [Necromancer] spoke about. Are we going to try and find it too?” Jack asked, shouting his question as the blizzard unfortunately grew even harsher.

  “That depends on Floundea and James.”

  “Oh?” Jack said, head turning back at him. “And if we decided to fight still?”

  “Then I’m joining you.”

  “You’re not going to just go through the gate?” Jack asked, his voice muffled by the blizzard that got heavier as time passed by. “Like it offered?”

  Suna opened his mouth. After a brief second, he said, “No,”

  What was that?

  Did he hesitate?

  “If, let's say. Slea and the others want to go. What would you do?”

  “That..” Suna paused, but he kept moving still. Following the track Jack had created.

  “It's okay, my friend,” The [Spearbearer] laughed. “You've done a lot for us already, I won’t blame any decision you decide on.”

  Jack’s tone carried no heaviness—unlike when he’d urged them to go after Dua. He really wouldn’t blame him. Not that Suna thought it would be wrong to leave; that way, he could keep these Blessings and wouldn’t have to risk his life fighting against the [Necromancer].

  But in a way, by accepting this cloak that glimmered blue beneath the crystalline ceiling high above, he had sealed his fate. To what, who knew? But one thing he did know was that he needed to gain more levels, more skills, more feats, not just for the Rabbit quest, but also for his Pact with Delia.

  The Tutorial had already offered him many rewards, and Suna suspected it was designed that way. Leaving it so soon made him hesitate, especially knowing that rune usage was normally limited to the same number as his level. That was a big deal.

  One option he could have taken was to abandon the underworld and start hunting low-level drow for their runes, cracking as many as possible before being sent to the second stage and losing his Blessing.

  But he hated that option.

  He wanted to keep it. Those who sought more power would certainly gain a much greater advantage, especially if Suna ever decided to return to his planet. And he still had to search for his brothers and family once he crossed into the second stage.

  Wait, hold on…

  The Rabbit had said she would lose interest in him if he lost his Blessings. But wouldn’t that be a good thing? He could always offer this cloak back, maybe. It was an option. But Suna’s entire being recoiled from such an idea.

  Nope, not happening.

  He almost chuckled at his stubbornness.

  Forward it is then.

  For now, he wouldn’t think about his brother. He would focus on finding Slea and the others, and then discuss their next objective with the Thiefmasters.

  If they choose to fight. Then…

  Suna ran forward. His Spirit Rabbit Cloak healed the sting caused by the cold. This place—this whole second depth—was an exact mix of darkness and light. Even so, his cloak continued to heal him, doubling his newfound resolve. He soon caught up to Jack, who had been hiding how cold he really was.

  He smiled at him as the Tiefling discreetly tried to warm himself with his spear.

  His cheek tinted with brighter red.

  “Come on now, Jack.” Suna brought his Emberwind Arrow up, giving Jack the heat he would need to continue. “We’re close enough by now that you don’t need to hesitate to ask for help.”

  “You've done too much already, Suna. We Tieflings need to be strong by ourselves,” Jack said, his eyes resolute, mirroring his shadowy spear.

  Suna agreed with him. When he—and the other humans—left, the Tieflings would be alone, still fighting the Undead and the Drow… unless he could do something about it

  “I’m not going to lie, I hope James and Floudea take the deal.”

  Jack eyed him, waiting for him to continue.

  “But if not, then I will fight, Jack—even against the [Necromancer]—even if the humans decide not to.”

  Jack gave him a blank look before breaking into a grin. “I knew you would say that. Are you sure you don’t want to be Floundea’s consort?”

  “It's strange how you consider that a reward.”

  “Careful, my friend, I find that offensive.”