The names of the monsters emerged above their heads with what looked like a health bars and mana points. A typical thing for a boss or minion in any Mmorpg game:
◈Revenant {Lv.1}◈
•Health: 150/150
•MP: 30/30
Morwynn's fists hammered against the indestructible and translucent barrier, her knuckles stinging with each strike that was rendered futile. The dome refused to give way, its surface humming with arcane as she struck, mocking her efforts.
Though it offered her warmth—making sure the location's absolute zero conditions did not apply to her, she still wanted to exit the dome.
Breath. Think.
She had faced time-sensitive quests before—countless waves of weaklings, fodder enemies meant to be crushed beneath her avatar's boots. But this?
Though in this case—it looked quite different, the system had given her two options.
Defeat or Survive.
Despite the familiar dome she had seen when she played engaged in this particular quest from the outside world, she never panicked—but seeing that she had been transmigrated into the body of the character and was about to witness all the incoming trauma that this new world had to offer, she was justified to panic. She turned and faced the monsters as one readied itself to lunge at the woman.
'Come on, Come on,' she said in her thoughts, entering a form of panic mode. If she had the right amount of brain capacity to remember the hand gestures made in order to activate the abilities that her character possessed it would save her from this incoming attack.
Immediately, the revenant charged—his blade raised in the air with just one metallic hand to deliver a precise and powerful slash against Morwynn's skull. Not being able to harness the abilities of her elements, she felt her confidence fleeting, just stretching both her hands forward as her fingers made the form of a triangle.
Though she lacked confidence—she still had hope. And in the last minute that one of the revenants were about to strike, Morwynn remembered one of the active skills she could conjure in her arsenal.
⧱[Active Skills Used: Shardlash. Lv 1]⧱
◈-20 Mana Pool◈
Morwynn's eyes glowed with cerulean light and in that instant—razor sharp, ice shards emerged from all round her like spears of mass precision, moving with a deadly and unseen force. The revenant stopped in its tracks as the shards collided with it, pushing it as it fell on its back.
⧱[100+ Critical Damage]⧱
A small tab appeared with the small message before dissolving in a matter of at least a second. The other monsters were left bewildered, twisting their heads as they looked down at their comrade who rose back up like a resurrected vampire, still retaining 50% of its life points as the attack made by her with the active skill only managed to do at least 100% of frost damage.
The light from Morwynn's eyes dimmed, her eyes returning back to its icy blue hue—she glanced at her palms with nails coated with light blue paint, a strange glow dying down. She finally understood what had to be done.
It took her thoughts—
Just like imaginations from a poet were put into words and the hope of a religious woman, she could conjure up attacks with the help of her mind, 'This is so fucking amazing,' she thought to herself, a confident smile on her face, stretching from ear to ear played on her lips. She faced the revenants, who she was sure was scared 'Shit-less' after witnessing the abilities she possessed. In this game, she recalled being able to use weapons but apart from those, she could fire blasts of ice.
Now using a fraction of her imagination and believing she could fight back, Morwynn Glacier stood defensively—spreading out her hands as they glowed with a mix of white and blue, she was ready to fight against them.
"Come on, you assholes, hit me with your best shot!," she screamed at them, prompting them to attack.
The first one that wielded a blade lunged at her, with the remaining four following close-by from behind as they all wanted to attack her at once. Morwynn scanned each and everyone of their movements, looking for the ones that got closer to her and the one that was far from her.
Waving her hand, balls of ice escaped from her palms, striking at them as they flinched back from the force of the attack—but that of course didn't stop them from facing their goal.
To kill Morwynn Glacier—
Gathering her resolve, she harnessed one of the two active skills she possessed. "I hope this goes well!," she said, having read through what it can do.
⧱[Active Skill Used: Frost Step]⧱
Leaving a trail of ice, Morwynn's body phased and in an instant—she found herself right in front of the revenant with lesser health. At that moment, it was as if Morwynn's body moved by itself and before she knew—she gripped her hand on the metallic face of the monster, squeezing hard as ice seeped out of her grasp, freezing the revenants face solid and smashing it against the hard ground as it shattered into many pieces.
The revenant dissolved into shadows.
What was that? Did I just do that?!
Morwynn thought to herself, overwhelmed by the physical prowess, it was though she obtained the physical traits of the character herself. During her life as Yuna Torres, though she had kept a good workout routine—it wasn't possible for her to have such strength.
+100 Exp
{Revenants Defeated: 1/5}
A wave of satisfaction washed over Morwynn's face as she had defeated the monster—though, the strength she possessed was far too overwhelming.
'I did it. I defeated it'
She muttered in her thought with joy, but then she felt something looming behind her—almost like a sixth sense. Turning her back, she was met with the four other revenants, their blades raised as they prepared to strike.
'Shit. Shit. Shit, I totally forgot about the others!!'
Morwynn whirled. The remaining four revenants loomed over her, their weapons raised for a destructive blow. Time seemed to slow down as they brought down their weapons down, creating a deafening explosive
❖Active Skill Used: Frost Step❖
The ten seconds countdown had finally elapsed as Morwynn was saved by it.
Morwynn blinked across the battlefield, the revenants' strike obliterating the space where she'd stood. Snow and earth erupted in a geyser of force.
Heart pounding, she skidded to a sudden halt meters away, her hands checking for wounds. Nothing. Not a scratch.
'Phew—
She exclaimed.
That was close—That was too close.
But the fight wasn't over.
Three revenants remained.
And as for Morwynn? She was just getting started.
Morwynn's gaze flickered toward the dwindling health bars of her enemies—and in that moment, an uncanny smile graced across her lips. With hands outstretched, as if beckoning the very essence of winter itself, delicate flakes of frost gathered upon her palms.
❖Active Skill Used: Shardlash❖
The air around her shuddered
Shards of ice emerged from thin air around her, just as it did when she attacked one of them. It struck the revenants, piercing through their metal body—their life force reducing as the flurry of attacks reduced them to nothing but shadows and experience points that would aid Morwynn on getting to the next level.
◈Mission Completed◈
•x100 coins
•Rewards•
•Corrupted Metal Fragment x5
•Skill Scroll (Lv. 1) x1
⬖Level Up⬖
⬖Level Up⬖
⧱Congratulations, you have advanced to level 3⧱
Level three. Only level three? A flicker of disappointment darkened Morwynn's pale features, though she quickly chastised herself for it. Atleast survival was a reward on its own and she had emerged from the battle without so much as a scratch.
As if in response to her victory, The dome finally dissolved and in that instant—the snow storm to cleared up, the heavy winds settling in the horizon. Morwynn exhaled sharply, the realization dawning upon her: the revenants had been the source of this unnatural blizzard.
But it no longer mattered. The storm was gone, and with it, the obscuring veil that had clouded her vision.
She turned her gaze forward, and as the last of the winds died, her breath caught in her throat.
"Woah."
The word escaped her lips unbidden, drawn forth by the sight before her. Stretching across the horizon, nestled between rolling hills and the remnants of the storm's retreat, was a village—vast in its sprawl, yet curiously confined, as though the land itself had conspired to keep it small. From her vantage, two miles distant, the settlement seemed eerily still. No smoke curled from chimneys, no voices carried on the wind. Only silence.
But the silence was not what troubled her.
How in the name of the frozen gods was she supposed to reach it on foot? Her mind raced, grasping at fragments of knowledge. This was a world forged for fantasy, was it not? There had to be horses—steeds bred for speed and endurance, creatures that could carry her across these lands with ease.
"Now, where can I get one?" she murmured, her voice barely louder than the rustling grass beneath her boots. Her icy blue eyes scanned the terrain, sharp and calculating. The landscape had shifted abruptly from snow-laden wastes to verdant fields, as though some unseen boundary separated the two realms.
Yet even as she searched, a prickling sensation crawled up her spine. As her level has increased, her stats had also doubled tenfold, which meant her perception had increased.
'Strange, why do I feel like something's—'
Her body moved before her mind could finish the thought. In one fluid motion, she whirled around, her hand snapping out—and her fingers closed around cold, unyielding steel.
A sword.
'Right behind me—'
"You better tell me who on earth you are or—" The threat died on her lips as her eyes confirmed what her instincts had already whispered: there was no one there. Only the blade, now encased in a shell of her ice, gripped tightly in her hand.
'Huh? Where did they go?'
Then, from the emptiness behind her, came the sound—the unmistakable clang of metal against earth, like footsteps in hurried retreat. The noise grew fainter, as though whatever had struck at her was now fleeing with all the speed it could muster.
Morwynn spun again, confusion twisting her features—but what she saw next left her more baffled than before.
Sprinting as fast as they could from her was what looked like a revenant, but there was a problem. Unlike the other revenants who loomed like towering brutes of chaos—this one barely stood at a height of five feet and an inch, its diminutive frame more comical than fearsome.
Had it been any other circumstance, she might have laughed her ass of.
But revenants were not meant to be small. They were the risen dead, warriors dragged back from the grave to serve again—so what foul magic or species had birthed this pitiful thing?
If one assumed properly, this could be the height of a seven-year-old or a dwarfed individual, seeing that revenants—as the name implied, could be dead soldiers or commoners brought back to life to fight another time.
This new world couldn't get any weird.