[F27-PP] <<The Mysterious Divide>>

[Etherial 0]

[Floor 27 | The Divide’s Edge]
Entry #42 – Etherial’s Journal

The air on this floor feels thinner like it’s been pulled taut between two halves of the same breath. Every step echoes longer than it should, fading into a silence that doesn’t want to end. The locals call this area The Divide, and I think I understand why. It’s not just a name it’s a feeling. Like the world itself was split open, and no one bothered to stitch it shut again.

Crystals line the cliffs here, glowing faintly in the dim light. Blue on one side, green on the other, the colors meet somewhere in the middle and fade into grey. It’s beautiful in a strange way haunting, but alive. The kind of place that makes you wonder if Aincrad is trying to say something.

I’ve been traveling for a few days now, following rumors of a forgotten passage between the two crystal valleys. Some adventurers claimed they saw figures wandering near the faultline flickers of movement that vanished when approached. Maybe it’s just the light playing tricks again. Or maybe this floor hides something deeper than anyone’s found yet.

Either way, I’m not leaving until I find out.

— Etherial

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The crystal cliffs stretch endlessly ahead, their glow washing the path in soft hues of blue and green. I close my journal, tucking it beneath the strap of my pack before stepping forward. The air hums faintly, a vibration that feels alive like the entire floor is breathing beneath the surface.

Wind stirs the mist at my feet, carrying with it a low, hollow note that could almost pass for a voice. I pause, waiting, listening but it fades just as quickly as it came. The silence that follows is heavier, almost expectant.

Every few meters, the ground shifts. The crystalline surface cracks and reforms, glowing brighter for a heartbeat before dimming again. Aincrad’s code always had a strange beauty to it, but here it feels… different. Organic. Wild.

I reach the edge of the ridge, looking down into the Divide. It’s deeper than I imagined a wound carved straight through the land, filled with fog that swirls like smoke. For a moment, I could swear something moves within it, a faint shimmer of light, almost human in shape.

I tighten my grip on my weapon. “Guess it’s just you and me,” I murmur to the fog.

A shadow stirs in the mist below followed by the unmistakable crunch of footsteps. Not mine.

Looks like I won’t be exploring alone after all.

 

Etherial | HP: 200/200 | EN: 38/38 | DMG: 5 | MIT: 6 | EVA: 3 | ACC: 1 | PARA

 

@Winnie

Spoiler

General

Level: 10

HP: 200

Energy: 38

DMG: 5

ACC: 1

MIT: 6

EVA: 3

Para: 1

 

Equipped Items

Silberklinge (+1 ACC +2 Para)

Snow Loyal (+3 EVA)

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Snow Loyal (+3 EVA)

Silberklinge (+1 ACC +2 Para)

 

Skills: 

» Rapier (Rank 1)

» Light Armor (Rank 1)

Mods:

 

 

 

Extra/locked Skills: 

 

 

 

Mithril:   T1 = 16 <> T2  = 0 <> T3 = 0

 

Profession:  

 

Edited 19 hours ago by Etherial