Devil's Advocate III [Mod]

[Vice Ysal]

Something was calling him out here. He didn't know what exactly, his mind not really as stable as it had been before, but he could feel it running in his blood. The thrum inside his body was forcing his legs to keep searching, to keep looking for it in the depths of this despair-filled cavern. Nevermind trying to map the place out, never mind trying to memorise the locations of every significant land mark. It didn't matter to him right now.

He needed to find it, whatever it was, and do something about the screams and ghastly whispers in his head. Even Arondight was not where he usually was, and the guy barely ever moved as it is. The biker shook his head again and tried to redouble his efforts into finding that.

[Erithania]

Who ya gonna call?

Phantom Pain

Skills
Death Chill
Agidyne
Rainy Death
Tetrakarn

Null: Dark, Fire
Weakness: Light, Ice

[Vice Ysal]

What was this. Some obstacle? It kept moving so it was probably one of those annoying sliding walls that would crush him if he didn't time it right. Then it also bothered throwing stuff at him. The first blast, Vice didn't even bother dodging. Wisps of darkness just disappeared against his body as he weathered the attack. In return, the young man charged his energy to the limit before converting it into a usable form. The wall decided to do something again, but whatever it was along with the subsequent blossoming pain on his right side went ignored in favour of dumping a Black Viper against the blur in front of him. No matter how fast it had been going, the biker's aim was true and he managed to blow off a chunk of that annoying obstacle.

Side stepping the next attack, Vice didn't even bother amping up his next attack and just sent out another Black Viper. Said attack was enough to obliterate the thing. Shaking his head, the young man continued to walk forward and felt liquid beneath his feet. A pool of black gunk began to coalesce around his feet but it didn't matter in the end. Shaking the dead intestines of the thing he had just killed, Vice continued his search for whatever was there.

[Erithania]

Behold.



Nothing.

[Vice Ysal]

When Vice had finally woken up from whatever trance he had been in, he found himself alone in the middle of the path towards the exit of the massive sinkhole in the ground. He cursed himself as no matter how hard he was trying to recollect what had happened to him, nothing came to him in order to answer his questions.

Racing towards the outside area, the symptoms having appeared again and things becoming more and more difficult to differentiate with reality, Vice decided that some meditation was in order. He needed to concentrate, make sure that nothing was happening for a bit again, before trying to go out once more.

And that was hoping he wasn't under the influence of whatever the hell's taken a hold of him.