Awakening Chronicles

Chapter 5

"Why? What's wrong with this class?" I asked him as I suddenly started to feel insecure about my choice. I only received a titter in response. As he gestured me to follow him.

"That is a pretty tough class to use. Pretty much killed the last Admin who had had it." I stopped in my tracks and glared at him.

"I would like answers now, please."

He stopped to turn and smile at me teasingly. "Well, it's your class now why don't you open up the class menu and find out?" He gave me a wink and started walking again. I rolled my eyes at him and quickly brought the class up.

Class: Dancer of The Echoing Mirror

Level: 1 (0.0 % to the next level)

Known Skills: Sequence One- Dance Macabre

Half sequence- Dance of the undying

Lunge

Passive Skills: Echoing Strike- Any swing of the weapons will leave behind a rift that, upon activation, will magnify damage dealt by 5 percent. Damage is increased by class level.

Mirror- Creates ethereal copies of your equipped weapons that deal 25 percent of damage dealt. Mirror clones are hard to control unless used in sequence. Control needed is affected by the Control, and Will. (Current reduction: 10%)

Haunting Echo- Creates a ghostly image of the user that mimics any attack or launches an attack. Chance to appear is based on Will and Control. ( Current chance: 8%)

I raised my eyebrows as I read the class and quickly caught up with Athurias. "What even is this class? I thought this would be something different."

He chuckled as he approached a wall of flat facing concrete and placed his hand in the center. " Dancers are a unique class. Hard to pull off but once mastered stand amongst one of the finest." I grumbled as I stared at the menu.

"Why couldn't Alpha put up the skill descriptions again?" Althurias closed his eyes, and the ground started to shake and rumbled as a doorway appeared in the flat concrete wall.

"He is trying to limit the edge that Administrators have over the other. In the end, it sets everyone behind, which he prefers. He much rather have it be like this, then let one of your more unruly brethren get ahead." We both stepped into the pitch-black tunnel. "Now enough with the questions, let's get you to the forge area so Amarina can get your gear, and you can start setting the leftover stats from your distribution so you can wake up and start." He snapped his finger, and torches lit up one by one, revealing a barren grey tunnel descending lower. I let out a sigh of annoyance as I realized that I wasn't going to get more out of him. I quickly walked behind him and saw sweat starting to glisten on his face.

"Hey, is it really starting to get hot down here? I'm not feeling much of anything at the moment." I asked him because, to me, the air still felt rather cold. He turned his head back and gave me a scowl.

"Yes, some of us don't have an innate resistance to heat." He quickly turned his head and sped up his pace till we eventually came into a large open room with a woman sitting in the middle of it, hammering away on her forge. As we got closer, I could see dirty blonde hair tied up in a bun, and sweat glistened on her ashen cheeks as she drove the hammer over and over into the anvil. The sounds of a hammer crashing into metal resonated with every step we took until we were just a few feet from the seated women.

She turned her head up and looked me over, giving me a cold glare with her icy blue eyes. "Whose the welp?" She asked as she spat out a wad of black goo. She dropped the hammer, causing a loud crash to sound as she stood up. She towered a solid head and a half over me. She curled her upper lip in disdain, revealing slightly yellowed teeth.