The market square of Grayhaven bustled with life. Merchants hawked wares from wooden stalls, NPC blacksmiths hammered steel into shape, and the air was thick with the chatter of excited players showing off their early-game loot.
Noah moved silently through the crowd, his cloak drawn tight, his eyes sharp. He felt the weight of the Dagger of Withering Night strapped against his hip, concealed beneath his cloak. Every time he shifted, the blade seemed to hum faintly, as though eager for blood.
He didn't want eyes on him. Not yet.
In the early stages of Eternum Online, attention was dangerous. The first rare weapon in circulation could paint a target on his back. Guilds, rival players, opportunistic PKers—they'd all want it.
Noah slipped into the shadow of a smithy and brought up his interface.
[Level: 6]
[Class: Shadow Reaver]
[Weapon: Dagger of Withering Night (Rare)]
[Strength: 14 | Agility: 16 | Vitality: 9 | Intelligence: 7]
His stats looked nothing like a normal beginner's. Devour Essence had already given him a permanent edge, and with the dagger amplifying his shadow damage, his kit was deadly.
But it wasn't enough.
This world rewards hunters, not prey. If I stay still, I'll be swallowed whole.
He needed more power. And he knew where to find it.
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Noah's footsteps echoed against cobblestones as he left the marketplace and headed toward the outskirts of the city. His destination: the Adventurer's Guild.
The Guildhall loomed at the edge of the square, a sprawling stone building with banners hanging from its walls. Players clustered outside, scrolling through quest boards and forming parties.
Noah pushed through the doors. Inside, the air smelled of parchment, ale, and firewood. NPC clerks sat behind desks, distributing quests, while a massive board listed available contracts.
Most players were arguing over low-level fetch quests. "Kill 10 wolves," "Deliver herbs," "Escort a merchant."
Noah's gaze bypassed the clutter and settled on a faded notice at the bottom of the board.
[Quest: Shadows Beneath Grayhaven]
Difficulty: Hard
Reward: Unknown
Description: Strange disappearances plague the undercity. Investigate the cause.
Players avoided this one. It didn't list clear rewards, and the "Hard" tag was enough to scare beginners. But Noah knew better.
This questline was a gateway—one that could unlock hidden skills for the Shadow Reaver class.
He plucked the parchment from the board.
[Quest Accepted: Shadows Beneath Grayhaven]
A notification pulsed: Seek the Undercity.
Noah smirked. "Time to dig deeper."
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The undercity of Grayhaven wasn't a place most players visited. It wasn't even on the map. To get there, you had to slip through a forgotten well at the edge of town, down a rope into darkness.
The descent was damp, the air heavy with rot. Rats scurried along the walls. Noah's boots landed on wet stone with a splash, torchlight flickering from rusted sconces.
The undercity stretched before him—a maze of tunnels, half-flooded chambers, and collapsed ruins from an older age.
And something lived here.
He drew the Dagger of Withering Night. Its edge shimmered faintly, drinking in the dim light. Shadows coiled at his feet like mist.
Then came the first sound. A low hiss.
Noah's grip tightened.
From the darkness, eyes gleamed—pale, inhuman. Figures emerged, their bodies twisted, half-man, half-shade.
[Enemy: Umbral Thrall — Level 7]
They lunged.
Noah didn't flinch.
He vanished with Umbral Step, reappearing behind the first Thrall. His dagger carved across its throat, shadow energy sizzling as it fell.
Another swung a clawed hand, grazing his arm. Pain flared, HP dropping. Noah snarled, countering with Devour Essence. His blade pierced deep, and the Thrall's life force bled into him, his health spiking back.
[Essence Devoured. +1 Vitality permanently gained.]
The thrill never dulled. Each kill didn't just give EXP—it changed him.
He flowed between shadows, striking with precision, his dagger singing with darkness. One by one, the Thralls collapsed, dissolving into mist.
The tunnel fell silent again.
Noah exhaled, steadying himself. His arm ached, but the vitality gain was real. Stronger. Harder to kill.
And he could feel the shadows pulling at him, whispering faintly.
Hunger. Feed. Grow.
He shook his head. "Not yet. Control first. Then power."
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Hours passed as Noah carved his way deeper into the undercity. The Thralls grew stronger, some wielding rusted blades, others capable of vanishing into the darkness like him. But each one fed his growth, stats creeping higher with every devour.
Finally, he reached a chamber unlike the rest.
A vast underground hall stretched out, lined with broken statues of forgotten gods. At the center, a pit yawned, black mist seeping from its depths.
A voice echoed, chilling and heavy.
"You… bear the mark of shadows. But do you command them, or do they command you?"
From the pit, a figure rose. Cloaked in darkness, its form shifting, amorphous.
[Shadow Warden — Level 12]
[Quest Objective: Defeat the Shadow Warden]
Noah's jaw tightened. This was it—the gatekeeper of the hidden class progression. A boss fight meant for a full party of Level 8–10 players. And he was alone.
But he wouldn't back down.
The Warden raised a blade of pure shadow and slashed. Darkness erupted, a wave tearing across the hall. Noah dove aside, barely avoiding it.
He sprinted, triggering Umbral Step, appearing behind the Warden. His dagger stabbed deep, shadow damage flaring.
[-18 HP]
The Warden barely flinched. Its blade lashed out, clipping Noah across the chest. His HP bar plummeted.
"Damn." He staggered back, gulping a health potion. One mistake, and I'm dead.
But he had something the NPC didn't. Hunger. Persistence. And knowledge of its patterns.
The fight became a deadly dance. Noah darted through shadows, striking in flurries, retreating before the counterattacks. The Warden's blows cracked stone, each one lethal, but Noah refused to falter.
Then, as his HP dipped dangerously low, an opening appeared.
The Warden raised its blade high, shadows coiling. Noah lunged forward, activating Devour Essence. His dagger plunged into the Warden's chest, ripping a surge of energy from its form.
The Warden shrieked, its body unraveling, darkness consumed.
[Boss Defeated: Shadow Warden]
[EXP Gained: 800]
[Level Up! You are now Level 8.]
[Quest Complete: Shadows Beneath Grayhaven]
A final prompt appeared:
[Class Upgrade Unlocked: Shadow Reaver → Shadeborn Reaver]
New Skill Acquired: Veil of Endless Night — Wraps the battlefield in shadows, obscuring enemies and empowering shadow abilities.
Noah's chest rose and fell as he lowered his dagger. Power thrummed through him, the shadows around him thicker, more obedient.
He had done it—claimed the hidden progression before anyone else.
His smirk was cold. "The world is still crawling. I'm already running."
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By the time Noah resurfaced in Grayhaven, dawn had broken in the real world. Players swarmed the guild square, showing off gear, trading, bragging about wolf hunts.
Noah walked through them unseen, his cloak drawn tight.
They thought the game had just begun.
But for him, it was already war.
And he had no intention of losing