Gregor’s Ascension
Chapter 1
Six Years Ago
“Excuse me” Kobold King dryly uttered as he killed the most important person in the world.
Well, maybe not the most important for most people, but for Kobold King this woman was everything.
This person – a Fifth Ascensioner – had singlehandedly murdered every single person on the 17th Shard. At least, everyone he knew of. He had heard rumors that Edgedancer was still alive somewhere in Elantris, but those he had passed off as idle gossip. He had had to stay focused on TwylightSanSparkles.
Yes. TwylightSanSparkles had Ascended, murdered everyone on the Reckoners Rpg, and had immediately wiped out every theorist she could find, from Quiver to Delightful. And now she was dead, knifed by the only person with more upvotes than her, her only rival in her past life.
I knew I had that weakness right, Kobold thought as he retrieved his knife. So it was pug saliva after all.
He patted the pug at his feet on the head, then took off its leash and let it flee into the understreets. He couldn’t afford its costs, and frankly it was a distraction.
Kobold was satisfied with his kill, but there was…something that he didn’t understand.
She was a Coppercloud, a Speed Ferring, an Oculator, and an Epic, with the power to suck away investiture by giving out downvotes.
The Coppercloud was an incredibly useful power to have. With it, Kobold – being of the third Ascension – couldn’t have sensed her powers even though he was an Oculator. Being a Speed Ferring made her unnaturally fast in battle, her Oculatory powers let her use her basic lenses to see sources of Investiture, and her Epic power was unnaturally deadly.
So why? Kobold thought. Why didn’t she use her last power, the Aons? Throughout the fight all she did was shoot at me and steal my Investiture.
Aons were very hard to combat. They were too versatile to fight effectively without a great amount of skill. Kobold King had prepared to fight it, and was now mystified she had not used it. It was almost if she had given him an easy fight.
But that was a mystery for another day.