Kaz stayed calm. He really did, to some extent. That was, until Kiri pulled him away from her NPC because apparently Erzsebet was some insane bloodthirsty vampire monster. He knew, of course; it was just that he never paid much attention to that fact before. They were NPCs. He knew they wouldn’t do anything without being specifically ordered to. But that was in the past. The old world of YGGDRASIL, post shut down. In this new one, there was no telling what would happen. So when Kiri’s grip on him loosened, he might have panicked. Just a little bit. His hand shot for the long sword, only to find it lying on the ground a few feet away from him, where he had dropped it in his surprise. That couldn’t be good. Still keeping his eyes on the vampire NPC, he slowly backed away. 

 Only to watch her squirming like a crazed fangirl at his touch. His jaw dropped as he watched, glancing between Kiri and her creation in search for an answer. She seemed surprisingly calm, all thing considered. Far calmer than him. Did it have something to do with her race? Lore-wise, androids were supposed to be emotionless and methodical killing machines, or so he thought. But did that he also become a real revenant? That couldn’t be good. He wasn’t very interested in the game’s lore and such, but he knew enough about his own race. Revenants were bodies possessed by vengeful spirits plucked from their home in the fiery Underworld, driven by rage and an insatiable taste for violence. That couldn’t be good. Not to mention his job classes, which included Reaper and Berserker. 

 He swallowed dryly, slinking away from Kiri and her NPCs, leaving the guild founder to her own device. His sword was still where he dropped it earlier, on the ground near his marble chair. He sat down, then picked it up, feeling the worn leather handle in his ungauntleted hand. The feeling was strangely familiar, and he could lift the sword so easily, despite the fact that it was described to weigh almost haft his weight in real life. To say that he was freaking out would be an understatement. It seemed the famed revenant strength had become real as well. He stood up, placing one hand on the marble seat. It was cool under his touch. With a brisk snap of his fingers, marble came apart like crackers. He looked at the marble dust in stunned silence, until Kiri’s words reached him. She took control of the situation, faster than he ever could. With less destruction of guild’s property, too. He turned to her slowly, contented to just watch for now. He was no leader. To be honest, this exceeded even his wildest dreams. He had no idea what to do. 

 Then Kiri proceeded to order her NPC to create an illusionary army for them to test their power. Despite the obviously proof earlier that he still retained his inhuman strength, the thought of testing his powers further hadn’t occurred to him. 

 “[color=royalblue]H-hang on Kiri. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea…[/color]”-He barely finished when the world around them wrapped and distorted into an open field. An army approached, out for their blood. Beside him, Kiri attacked first, pulling out her big gun and blasting away. 

 He was going to ask her to stop. He needed time, to calm down, to rearrange his thoughts, to come in terms with reality, to do whatever. There were a thousand of excuse on the front of his mind. But when the first wave of enemies perished, their life force bled from their scorched bodies, he forgot all about excuses. Reapers were at home where the fighting was the thickest, where the cries of the dead and the dying alike roared. He remembered the race’s description, but never really thought much about it. 

 In that single moment, though, he understood. 

 Somewhere to his right, the scabbard fell softly on the grass. He barely remembered lifting his sword, let alone charging head-first into the enemy’s formation. Even summons and illusions had some measure of life force in their bodies. Nothing comparable to those of living beings, but it was there, nonetheless. Usually, he could tell by looking at the life force gauge on the left corner of his screen, watching it slowly filled up as mobs died. That gauge was missing now, but he still knew. He could feel the life force ebbed and flowed in the air, thick and almost tangible like a miasma. 

 The rush was exhilarating. At least, that was what he thought, until his first swing found an opponent. It was a simple strike; a horizontal slash propelled by raw strength alone. He braced himself for the inevitable shock of metal striking metal. However, it never came. Armor felt like tin foil beneath the black blade, and flesh was rotten tomato. As his opponent crumbled, he stood, absorbing the life force. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. The closest thing came to mind was that first breath you took after a deep dive in the pool. It was what being alive felt like. But this. This was simply… divine. Words wouldn’t do it justice, so he didn’t bother. He simply carried on. A step here, a swing there, followed by a quick thrust. He had never touched a sword in his life, and yet, here, he knew exactly what he was doing. The armored knights before him were sluggish brutes; this one footwork was bad, the other one put too much strength into his swings, while his archer friend at the back didn’t even make an effort to keep distance. One by one, he took them down, the high of combat roaring in his veins like liquid fire. Adrenaline? Was that a thing in this world? 

 However, he felt that it could be so much more. It was like biting into chocolate chip cookies, only to find raisin instead. Edible, but could be so much better. 

 “[color=royalblue]Oblivion awaits!![/color]”- A voice roared, distorted and amplified by magic. His. 

 The effect was instantaneous. His vision blurred, then sharpened, highlighting a number of figures around him. He then used Grasping Shadow to pull them in, then Dancing Darkness to finish them off with a twirl of his blade. It was far too easy. He felt the life force building, and he wanted more.