Name: Jonathan
Specification:
- Rank: Elemental: Water 1
- Malae: N/A
- Support: N/A
- Summoner: N/A
- Total Levels: 1
- Total Used Specification: 1/1
Spells:
- Water Bolt (Lv1): Costs 5 mana per use
Stats:
- Strength: 10
- Dexterity: 9
- Hardiness: 10
- Intellect: 11
- Wisdom: 12
- Influence: 9
- Total Used Stat Points: 0/1
Resources:
- HP: 95/95
- MP: 110/100
- SP: 90/90
Resources are affected mostly by Stats.
Jonathan’s eyes scanned the screen, taking in the information about his "specification" and "spells," though none of it made much sense to him. He didn’t understand what this “Elemental: Water” rank meant, or why he had a spell like “Water Bolt” at level 1. The mana and stat points were completely new concepts to him, and the fact that his health and mana were already full added to the confusion. Was he supposed to fight something?
He let out a quiet sigh, rubbing his forehead, feeling a headache coming on from the sheer strangeness of the situation. But there was no time to dwell on it—he wasn’t alone here. As he glanced around the room, he saw two other figures. One was a man, probably in his early thirties, with the athletic build of someone in their prime. The other was a woman, around 20 years old, looking just as bewildered as he felt.
The man broke the silence first. He spoke with a commanding tone, his eyes scanning Jonathan, then the woman, sizing them up.
“Okay, how are you?” the man asked. His voice was steady, almost as if he had already adjusted to the situation. “I mean, what are your names and specifications? My name is Theo, and I’m a Malae Elemental: Fire. I have the spell ‘Engulf Hands’ at level 1.”
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Theo’s introduction sounded almost too calm for the gravity of the situation. It was as if he had been through something like this before. Jonathan, still in a state of shock, hesitated before responding. His mind raced to catch up with the reality he was now part of.
“I... I’m Jonathan,” he said, his voice shaky but determined. “I’m an Elemental: Water. Rank 1. My spell is Water Bolt.”
He shared the details as quickly as possible, still trying to absorb the sudden shift in his life. The character sheet in his view seemed to solidify his new reality, confirming that this wasn’t a dream, nor a hallucination. Whatever had happened to him, he was here now, and he had to deal with it.
Theo nodded at the information, accepting it without question. He turned his attention to the woman, who had remained silent until now. She was standing quietly, her arms crossed, her eyes fixed on the ground as if trying to make sense of it all. After a moment, she spoke up, introducing herself with a soft but confident voice.
“I am Dayana,” she said, meeting Jonathan’s eyes. “I’m a Support Negation Elemental. I also have the spell ‘Constrict’ at level 1.”
Jonathan blinked, surprised by her calm demeanor. Support Negation? It was a new term to him, and it seemed to suggest some sort of defensive or nullifying ability. Dayana seemed like someone who was still processing the information, just like Jonathan, but she spoke as though she had already accepted the reality they found themselves in.
Theo’s eyes narrowed as he processed the new information. He took a step closer to Dayana, studying her carefully. The tension in the room was palpable, as if everyone was trying to understand the significance of their abilities and how they fit into the strange, dangerous world they had just entered.
“Support Negation, huh?” Theo muttered under his breath. “That could be useful... if we’re facing something that uses buffs or healing magic. But we don’t know what we’re up against yet.”
Dayana gave him a quick nod, her expression thoughtful. “Exactly. We need to figure out our roles here. What kind of dungeon is this? Are we supposed to fight monsters, or are there other objectives?”
Jonathan, now more alert to his surroundings, glanced around the room. The walls, dimly lit by an eerie glow, were made of stone, and the air felt cool and damp, as if they were in some underground cave or ruin. The only exit was a dark hallway, stretching into uncertainty.
Theo seemed to take charge, his tone more serious now. “We have no idea what this dungeon holds, but we’ll have to stick together. It looks like each of us has some kind of elemental ability, and it might be our best chance of surviving whatever comes next.”
Dayana gave a quiet sigh, then spoke again. “Do you think we should try to leave the room and move forward?”
“There's no other choice,” Theo said, his voice firm. “We need to take action. If we wait here, we risk being trapped or ambushed. We need to move, gather information, and survive.”
Jonathan hesitated for a moment, unsure. His body still felt strange—his legs had been so weak just hours ago, and now, he was standing tall, his body completely functional. The idea of moving into unknown territory with strangers was intimidating, but it seemed like the only option. He couldn’t stay here forever.
“I’m ready,” Jonathan said, his voice steadying. “Let’s go.”