The creeping breeze that flown through Saint’s street beckons for the civilians of Willumberg to stay inside of their homes but just like many of the previous nights there is a lone hooded figure that wanders the empty streets looking for a treat. Liz was ohhh so hungry for some fresh MEAT that she didn't even sharpen her cleaver before going out tonight, but it didn't matter she actually likes it when they bleed, scream, and cry for mercy before she starts to dig in and enjoy the sweet juice MEAT. She still does not know why no one else tried it when she had given some to her family but that doesn't matter any more since they are all one with her in her belly.

  While she was reminiscing about her family she had accidentally forced her way into a small commoners home and when a small little girl walked out sleepily into the room she was in Liz activated her favorite skill [Cleave] which split the four or five year old girl in two. The sweet delicious smell of blood stained the air in the room as blood covered most of the surfaces in the small living room as the two halves of the body slowly slid apart and then fell to the floor with a wet thud. Sadly Liz had to leave with only this one, the town’s guards are actually ramping up security with the more than a dozen deaths in the past 2 months.

  Walking back into the slums with the large sack full of fresh MEAT without a worry in the world, the sickly scum that live around here already know who she is and the gangs don’t mess with her since she pays the fees and even if she didn’t they would just be sending their grunts to be slaughtered. Tonight was also a very special night as Liz had gotten her [Cleave] skill to level 10 earlier this week and was just waiting for this day so she can have a full body of MEAT to feast on after she chooses the skill’s stat specialization.

  [Status]

  [Stats & Class]

  Name: Lizabeth

  Race: Human

  Race Level: 8

  Class: Warrior

  Class Level: 7

  Secondary Class: Locked

  Class Level: 0

  Hp: /170

  Sp: /85

  Mp: /28

  Strength: 29

  Dexterity: 22

  Vitality: 22

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  Fortitude: 22

  Will: 15

  Intelligence: 18

  Wisdom: 19

  Perception: 15

  Unassigned Stats: 0

  [Skills & Titles]

  [Heavy Strike Lv 4]

  [Dash Lv 5]

  [Detective Senses Lv 6]

  [Short Blades Understanding Lv 7]

  [Light Armor Understanding Lv 4]

  [Cleave Lv 10]

  [Butchery Lv 5]

  [Silent Step Lv 3]

  [Town Protector]

  [People’s Savior]

  [True Monster]

  [Murderer]

  [People Eater]

  She felt so much pride in the fact she was able to get a skill to reach level 10 before she reached her 40s which is the norm for most people. Humming a happy tone her mother used to sing to her while the fireplace started to heat up, she lifted up an arm that had its hand removed because her father used to say “the hands of a stranger are the hands of the devil.” She doesn’t like wasting MEAT but she has to listen to everything that her father says. Well as she was beginning to eat she looked to status to begin the skill stat specialization and even opening it up she saw some very fun changes she could choose for the skill.

  [Cleave (Strength)]

  You can invest sp into a cleave to cause the skill continue a extra foot per 10 sp

  [Cleave (Dexterity)]

  If you cast the skill between 1 and 2 seconds after the first it will half the cost and can only be canceled if you fail the timing or if it is blocked

  [Cleave (Vitality)]

  When a cleave hits it gives a stack of bleeding

  [Cleave (Fortitude)]

  Not only will it cleave through flesh and bones it can now cleave through both light and medium armor

  [Cleave (Will)]

  After a successful cleave hit you gain a frightening aura

  [Cleave (Intelligence)]

  When you cast a cleave and it hits an echo at half the strength will land a couple seconds later

  [Cleave (Wisdom)]

  With a bit of disrupting mana added to the cleave you can block weak healing skills for a minute or so

  [Cleave (Perception)]

  After casting cleave the weapon it was cast on becomes hard to track with a blurry cloud of misty mana

  A wickedly sickening grin spread across Liz’s face as cruel thoughts blossomed through her shattered mind “this is going to be so much fun!” eyes that show oblivion blare wide out into the empty night while a manic laugh wailed out onto the withering town. They say that even monsters can feel fear in the face of true madness, but in reality it is madness that makes monsters so how can something fear its own creation?