For the past three days, locals of the nearby towns had spread a rumor to stay away from the mountains as a monster was lurking, a dangerous monster. The local rumors were that there was a demon in the land, or that there was a rift in space due to the residual magic in the land from all the wizards and other magic beings that traveled and fought in the Phoenix mountains creating a destructive force, however nobody had any answers they could prove. All that they could prove was that it seemed as though during the day the shadows of the mountains were being swallowed up as well the night sky, before flashes of some dark grey color could be seen shortly after.
It had been going on for the past three days, no townsmen brave enough to find the cause, and tourism for the mountains a near all time low, however the townsfolk believed the dark oddity had nothing to do with the latter after a recent incident involving a tourist belittling a journalist.
However if one were to actually approach the source, it was neither a demon nor a rift in space, but one woman, an alien woman to be precise. Kloria had set up a camp between two mountains facing east to west, and set up a small camp along one side. She had parked her shuttle along side the the make shift tent. Along the way here she stopped in a town to buy some expendable gear for a makeshift campsite.
She imbedded two poles into a flat side of a mountain roughly eight feet into the air about twenty-five feet apar intersecting with poles stuck into the ground, and two large poles while a fifth larger pole between the two above. There were two tarps strapped to the poles above, while four tarps were strapped to the poles, one large one forming side walls and a roof, two sides of the three smaller ones were used as parts of the front wall while the third was a door that unless she was sleeping, was usually kept open. Inside there was a fifth tarp used as a floor, and a seven foot long futon as well as one table by the side.
Just outside the tent was a Small outdoor kitchenette, and a few meters away was the only piece of Exdraxian origin was what appeared to be a black pump stuck into the ground with a glowing green trim was a special well pump that reaches low into the ground to extract water, while a basin and small bucket was at the base. There was an additional table outside with two stools, with five books scattered about, "Slayer magic for dummies.", "So, you're a slayer now.", "How to put up with being single", "Shadow arts: Ninth edition", and "Swords and Peace", all of which were self help books.
Kloria had moved boulders to block off the camp site from harm, as she expected this to take days, until she could master the dark art she was partially taught by the Exazian Isca. When sought out guidance of the guardian deities of her kin. The Rune Knights were wary of Kloria using her native skill set, so the Exazians found a solution by taking advantage that they are akin to gods and demons, by making Kloria a demon slayer. However they could only teach the fundamentals of the magic, unable to teach her how to fight with it as since evolving beyond flesh, no Exazian had to fight for over a millennium.
So after returning to her physical body, she felt the manifestation, and since she did not want to hurt her kin she arranged to spend as much time as she needed to master her abilities, she had food delivered at specific times when she would not be training.
At the moment, Kloria was staring at a rock in the middle of the area as she took a deep breath, practicing the most basic of attacks. She took a deep breath as she swallowed the shadows around her, the darkness seemingly disappearing creating a dull illumination before the shadows retook over, before she took aim using her hands to create a tunnel for focusing as she breathed out a blast of grey dark energy. "Shadow Demon Wrath!"
However the blast seemed to diverge and split off into hundreds of threads that died out, leaving only a small bit that took off the tip of the triangular rock. "Damn, what's wrong with me..."
The parked ship's green window lit up as the computer responded "Aside from lack of applicable knowledge, your skil lset with the Exo-Armos required you to focus on your physical abilities a lot more, while the Exo-Armos supplements all ranged and magical factors. Summary, you have no experience in this field." Kloria sighed, the computer was right and no use arguing against it.
"On the plus side, at least darkness tastes great."
It had been going on for the past three days, no townsmen brave enough to find the cause, and tourism for the mountains a near all time low, however the townsfolk believed the dark oddity had nothing to do with the latter after a recent incident involving a tourist belittling a journalist.
However if one were to actually approach the source, it was neither a demon nor a rift in space, but one woman, an alien woman to be precise. Kloria had set up a camp between two mountains facing east to west, and set up a small camp along one side. She had parked her shuttle along side the the make shift tent. Along the way here she stopped in a town to buy some expendable gear for a makeshift campsite.
She imbedded two poles into a flat side of a mountain roughly eight feet into the air about twenty-five feet apar intersecting with poles stuck into the ground, and two large poles while a fifth larger pole between the two above. There were two tarps strapped to the poles above, while four tarps were strapped to the poles, one large one forming side walls and a roof, two sides of the three smaller ones were used as parts of the front wall while the third was a door that unless she was sleeping, was usually kept open. Inside there was a fifth tarp used as a floor, and a seven foot long futon as well as one table by the side.
Just outside the tent was a Small outdoor kitchenette, and a few meters away was the only piece of Exdraxian origin was what appeared to be a black pump stuck into the ground with a glowing green trim was a special well pump that reaches low into the ground to extract water, while a basin and small bucket was at the base. There was an additional table outside with two stools, with five books scattered about, "Slayer magic for dummies.", "So, you're a slayer now.", "How to put up with being single", "Shadow arts: Ninth edition", and "Swords and Peace", all of which were self help books.
Kloria had moved boulders to block off the camp site from harm, as she expected this to take days, until she could master the dark art she was partially taught by the Exazian Isca. When sought out guidance of the guardian deities of her kin. The Rune Knights were wary of Kloria using her native skill set, so the Exazians found a solution by taking advantage that they are akin to gods and demons, by making Kloria a demon slayer. However they could only teach the fundamentals of the magic, unable to teach her how to fight with it as since evolving beyond flesh, no Exazian had to fight for over a millennium.
So after returning to her physical body, she felt the manifestation, and since she did not want to hurt her kin she arranged to spend as much time as she needed to master her abilities, she had food delivered at specific times when she would not be training.
At the moment, Kloria was staring at a rock in the middle of the area as she took a deep breath, practicing the most basic of attacks. She took a deep breath as she swallowed the shadows around her, the darkness seemingly disappearing creating a dull illumination before the shadows retook over, before she took aim using her hands to create a tunnel for focusing as she breathed out a blast of grey dark energy. "Shadow Demon Wrath!"
However the blast seemed to diverge and split off into hundreds of threads that died out, leaving only a small bit that took off the tip of the triangular rock. "Damn, what's wrong with me..."
The parked ship's green window lit up as the computer responded "Aside from lack of applicable knowledge, your skil lset with the Exo-Armos required you to focus on your physical abilities a lot more, while the Exo-Armos supplements all ranged and magical factors. Summary, you have no experience in this field." Kloria sighed, the computer was right and no use arguing against it.
"On the plus side, at least darkness tastes great."