I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World…

The number of spirits had dwindled to a third. Their forms, once towering enough to counter a meteor, had shrunk to just below Logan's height. But he wasn't faring much better—his mana was drained, his body worn. Still, he refused to call for help.

This battle had to end soon.

The next part would be one of strategy—conserving mana, landing precise hits. Drawing his whip, he coated it in darkness mana. It was less taxing than casting a full spell. For now, brute force and endurance would have to do. All he could do was fight head-on and wait for the luminous beings to thin out—until one finally gave in.

The boy charged forth, a whip held on his right hand as he lashed forward, aimed straight at the spirit. It split in two, seemingly unconcerned. But just as planned.

Logan's whip split again mid-strike.

The spirits responded in kind—now there were three, as it divided itself to avoid the strik.

Logan considered his next move now that the spirit had split into equal parts. He tired recalling hundreds of kills within his repertoire and chose Darkness Pulse—not powerful enough to destroy them, but enough to keep them separated. It was Regal's strongest skill back when she reached level 40, and it was the best he had right now that he needed to keep an eye on his mana.

The real struggle was his lack of darkness-based abilities. Most of his arsenal leaned toward every other element, which didn't exactly help in a fight against light based beings. He reminded himself that once he found the Darkness Temple, things would change and be easier. There would be more skills, more creatures and hopefully an easier enemy.

But that future still felt distant. He wasn't going to die here—but he couldn't help wondering why it was always so hard to gain the favor of the great light spirit.

Snapping back to the fight, he saw the fairies stagger—Darkness Pulse had done its job. They weaken creatured hovered in place, dazed.

Perfect.

Logan unleashed a barrage of Darkness Arrows, firing volley after volley while keeping a close eye on his mana. He was down to less than a hundred. Still, he kept swinging his whip, forcing the spirits apart, buying time.

He had to at least do this much.

"Well, I'll lose at this rate..." Logan muttered with a dry smirk.

The Darkness Arrows he'd launched missed their mark, striking the trees behind the spirits instead. Still, their dark properties weren't completely wasted—each impact had weakened the entities slightly, their glowing forms shrinking once again to half their previous size.

But the fairies weren't just standing still.

One of the split forms darted toward him, unleashing piercing beams of light. Logan twisted out of the way, barely avoiding the searing strikes. Then, in a coordinated move, they summoned radiant shields—barriers of concentrated light. His next volley struck them harmlessly, the arrows embedding into the shields without breaking through.

"Tch..." Logan backed off.

His whip was no longer of any use—the spirits' ability to divide had rendered it ineffective. He dispelled it, letting the coiled weapon vanish back into its ring just in time to conserve mana.

Fifty mana left.

Just enough mana for one final, grand skill.

Holy Nova—his strongest light-based spell—was completely useless here. The radiant spirits would only absorb it. Fire spells weren't much better; the forest burned easily, but if he truly tried to harm the forest, their lord would surely appear—and kill him for desecrating its sacred land.

The thought alone made him shiver.

That left him with magic he never wanted to rely on—the cursed power of the Vampires.

He had felt the change not long ago, through the soul link he found who had gained power, it was Serana who had reached level 80.

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Name: Serana Greyston

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Race: Vampire Class: Vampiric Shadow Monarch Blessings: Darkness / Shade / Blood / Abyss

Soul-Tamed Status: Link Logan Aiden

Level: 80

Health: 1,130 / Mana: 1,480 (Monarch Blessing – Ruler of Blood)

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Minions: Iris, Umbral, Nyxar, Veldir, Rath

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Attributes:

Strength: 92 / Agility: 108 / Dexterity: 101 / Constitution: 85 / Intelligence: 122 / Charisma: 111

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Blood Shadow Siphon / Shadow Blood Blade / Hemomantic Veil / Crimson Eclipse / Bloodshadow Phantasm / Dark Blood Pact

Abyssal Blood Requiem: Serana unleashes a symphonic wave of cursed blood, each note manifesting as a blade of vibrating crimson energy. Enemies within range are simultaneously slashed, slowed, and afflicted with bleeding that saps both health and mana over time. The closer they are to death, the stronger the bleed becomes.

Moonlit Devourer: Under the effects of her summoned Crimson Eclipse, Serana can absorb the life force of all enemies within range at once, rapidly draining their HP to feed her minions or regenerate herself. If an enemy dies during this effect, Serana gains a short burst of invincibility (1.5 seconds max).

Umbra Ascension: Serana channels the full extent of her dark bloodline, temporarily growing wings made of shadow and blood. In this form, her movement becomes erratic and blurred, gaining teleport-style mobility within a radius. Basic attacks cause internal hemorrhaging and hallucinations.

Sanguine Thorn: From beneath her enemies, massive blood-forged thorns erupt, impaling and lifting targets off the ground. Deals piercing them with shade, blood and abyss elemental damage. The thorns roots enemies and inflicts hemorrhage (reducing healing and increasing bleed effects for 8 seconds).

Nocturne Sovereign's Call: Ultimate ability. Serana fully embraces her role as ruler of blood and shadow, summoning a massive blood moon over the battlefield. While active all enemies are afflicted with fear status, and all of Serana's skills deal piercing damage.

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[Abilities:]

Minion Creation: Able to create minions from shadows and blood, these minions follow her commands and assist in battle. (5/5)

Garmr Form (Enhanced): Able to transform into a garmr, a four-legged shadow beast, enhancing physical strength and agility, gains a passive bleed aura making enemies who are bleeding fear this state.

Feral Mode (Enhanced): Can now be entered at will with enough mana. Berserk state now includes regeneration and ignores armor for basic attacks.

Bat Form (Enhanced): Able to transform into a shadow bat-like form that allows her to split into various small bat bodies, providing versatile movement and attack strategies. Serana can switch between each body at will. Clone capacity increased. She can now trap enemies inside a bat swarm, preventing teleportation or manipulation of mana.

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Logan felt both pride and unease at Serana's evolution. Gaining new skills was already rare, but awakening a new element—Abyss—was something far beyond ordinary. Paired with Blood and Shade, it formed a triad of pure devastation.

And with that power came a steep cost.

Those elements did not belong to him. His strength was gifted by the spirits, and stepping outside their domain came with consequences. The further he strayed from their nature, the more his body suffered in response.

But at that moment, he had no other choice.

He whispered the name of Serana's most powerful spell.

"Sanguine Thorn."

Pain struck him instantly, a blinding surge that split his mind open. His mana twisted violently, tainted as Shade and Abyss elements clashed with the force of Blood magic.

He gasped as blood began to pour from his skin, seeping through his pores like blades tearing outward from within.

Thin, jagged blades formed beneath him, forged from the unstable fusion of all three elements. They burrowed deep into the earth as the mana boiled, the chaotic mixture threatening even himself—until Darkness surged forward and seized control, binding the the other elements to create the phenomena that Logan intent.

Then red and black thorns erupted from the ground, sharp and pulsing with corrupt energy aiming directly for the light spirits. Each one eating light and life while warping shadows and emotions alike. The air grew heavy and cold. Even the forest itself seemed to recoil.

Abyss was not a normal element. It ate away at feeling and intentions—emptied the soul of warmth.

The dominant element surged, creating jagged spikes of red and black that tore through the ground. Shadows deepened, and a heavy sense of dread spread outward like a slow, suffocating wave. Those caught near the spell's center grew tense and silent, consumed by unease.

Logan meanwhile fell to his knees, the pain overwhelming.

Silvia rushed forward, but a small light spirit blocked her path, floating between them. The tiny fairy raised a hand and shook its head gently, as if to say, not yet.

The spirit Logan had attacked attempted to evade. It split into several forms, scattering like panicked birds—but one remained behind. It took the full force of the spell. The fairy's glow flickered once… then vanished, dispersed completely.

Logan reached forward instinctively. He hadn't meant to kill it. But before he could do anything else, a presence appeared beside him.

"We surrender. Stop the spell... and wait for the outcome," a calm voice spoke from nearby.

Logan let the spell fade, cutting off the last of his mana. He exhaled slowly, the aftershock of the spell still wracking his body.

Then another voice echoed softly beside him—high-pitched and ethereal.

"Do not worry. That was only a newborn spirit," the small fairy explained. "It did not feel pain or emotion. It had only just been summoned from the spirit realm."

"You defeated us alone... and passed."

Logan blinked, still catching his breath.

The fairy hovered close, voice light as a small child.

"We understand your purpose here. But you are not ready. If you attempt to tame a spirit now, you will die. Your body simply cannot endure it yet."

"Fine... but you know why else I came here, right?" Logan muttered, still reeling from the toll Serana's magic had taken on his body. Every breath felt heavy, his limbs trembling from the mana drain.

"The creature, yes," the spirit replied. "What you saw was merely an illusion. But we know where the real one is. You'll have to face it eventually. We'll help you keep it calm... but taming it won't come without a fight. You should rest and return stronger."

Logan took a moment to process the words, then spoke again, quieter this time.

"And Lisa... is she alright?" he asked, hoping for reassurance.

"She passed the first trial. She still has to complete the second and last trial. You'll have to wait longer... to meet her" the spirit said.

Just then, Silvia rushed over and helped him to his feet.

[Looks like we're heading back to Rosethorn. As for Kryst... you might need to lend her a hand.]

Logan stood shakily, leaning on Silvia for support, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"I will. But first, we need to get you healed," Silvia snapped, her tone filled with urgency. "Look at your arms, Logan!"

He glanced down. His skin had darkened—his hands were streaked with veins of black, the lingering mark of corrupted mana.

"It'll fade eventually," he said, his voice faint. "But I do need rest. Please... take me back. And you—" he turned toward the small fairy, "we'll return tomorrow."

Logan quickly left with Silvia to Rosethorn, as for Silvia she returned back to the temple of light to fetch Kryst, Logan would need her to heal him.