It wasn't the type of cold you experience from the ac bring in your car or your room, it was a cold that seeped into your skin, it eve like it was digging into his soul.
His eyes opehe darkhat ed him gone. Snow? How was it snowing in his room?
Oh, that's right I Died
This didn't look like hell, a musty cave and a bring blizzard outside the entra sure as heck didn't feel like Heaven.
Where the hell was he? Better yet, when will he stop freezing. Could he start a fire here? He couldn't tell what type of material the cave was made of, starting a fire would be more dangerous than not.
Regardless Aegeon didn't want to freeze to death, he started to think.
Could I be in Deminos? God, he hoped not. that was the on trope, sucked into a game. Hinal he mented. He checked his own body; he wasn't wearing shirt, He had fur pants. His arms were marked with blue lines, formed like lightning.
Clearly the lightning had something to do with his transmigration, he remembered the puters words.
Did I sell my soul? He hit yes, twice. That damive puter didn't mention he was really going to be in the game. No, he prayed he wasn't in Deminos. Just because he was in a different world, didn't mean it had to be Deminos, he denied his reality fervently.
< Stat Divinity unlocked, Pray to Replenish your Divinity>
A s appeared before his very eyes, white words and a blue background. It looks like Demino's system, but that doesn't mean it is. Prayer? My god?
"Status" He spoke aloud, his cheeks flushed. He felt like a weirdo saying it out loud.
The status seemed the same as Deminos, but it could just be a ce. Yup just a ce, his css had question marks in it. He swore he choose Padin; the fact he could pray was already telling his css was something simir.
He got on his knees and closed his eyes, the cold bsting against his skin. "Oh, merciful light grant me your warmth, for thy sword to sy his enemies" He reverently prayed.
Nothing. He clicked his tongue, his casual prayer granted him divinity, so it wasn't an issue with him. Wrong god? That roblem, as many demons as there were, there were gods.
Think. He looked at his arms, an idea sprang in his head. A slight problem, he had only ever been a padin of the light god, he only kheir epithet. Would his god be merciful enough to accept the prayers of someo even knowing their divine name?
His knees seemed frozen on the ground he closed his eyes again " You who punish the wicked, you who save the oppressed you who punish evil, grant me warmth for I am your sword for I am your shield for I am your Knight"
Lvl.2>
The cold disappeared as if it was here, his body heated up evaporating any of the snow around him. Great, Aegeon thought, he adin to a god he didn't even know, ohat spoke as if it knew him.
A new css? One he had never heard of before, was this the way to plete the game? Not that it mattered, this wasn't Deminos.
He prayed again, giving thanks to his god. When in Rome do what the Romans do. If this was the way to grow his power, he didn't mind pledging allegiao his god for the remainder of his stay.
Oops
He thought of his skills and a description showed up.
He got up from his knees, he stretched out his hand thinking about a spear. Lighting formed around his hand the st of ozone filled the cave, Lightning cackled as it turned into a spear. He moved it around. It felt weird like holding something that was solid that wasn't. Aegean also felt a weird kinship with his spear.
Lightning blood was obviously a passive, and even if it wasn't he had no clue how to use it. Well, it seemed cool enough as it was. He could feel his divinity draining slowly, as he held his spear. He dissipated it with a thought and prayed reverently until his divinity was replenished.
Now that the gring cold wasn't a problem anymore, he could now think clearly. Winter was rare in Deminos, a smile unsciously formed on his face. A deal was struck between the Sun god, and the winter god, to keep wiernally in the very north, and only occasionally in the south. Could this mean he was in the north? Maybe, but he doubted it, all of the games took p the tral region where winter was strictly banned by the Light god.
He delusionally chuckled.
An awkward look appeared on his face; he looked outside. The question was, should he leave now, or practice his skills to max? His stomach rumbled; Aegean's question was answered, but a new one arose. How could lightning be hungry?
He shook his head and stepped out, the snow around him evaporating, the ground he walked on clearing. It was strahat the grass didn't char but he wasn't oo question a god-given skill. The lightning coated his bare feet like an invisible Sandal. He looked up into the twin suns, the goofy grin on his smile froze.
A ce, a lot of pces have two suns. He smiled again trying to vince himself, he looked further and saw the gold ar the distant skies, the smile was wiped from his face.
Fuck it is Deminos.