The Night Walker

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Riley didn't realise how much the grove had changed until the moment his fingers closed around the bow.

 

Up until then, everything had existed in a strange, quiet balance. The creatures spread throughout the clearing in a way that felt deliberate but not threatening- present without pressing, watching without acting. That changed instantly, not with noise or movement, but with attention, as every creature in the grove turned toward him at the exact same time, their heads lifting, their bodies aligning, their focus narrowing in a way that made the air feel tighter without anything actually touching him.

 

Then they started moving.

 

Not charging, not sprinting, but closing the distance with a steady, controlled pace that carried far more weight than speed would have. Their presence grew heavier with each step. The calm slipped into something sharper, something far less forgiving.

 

Riley adjusted his grip instinctively, his focus snapping forward as his body reacted before his thoughts fully caught up, the bow lifting slightly as he drew the string back, expecting resistance, expecting weight, expecting something familiar.

 

There was no arrow.

 

For half a second, that didn't register, and then something formed where his fingers held tension, a faint gathering of pale light that shaped itself just enough to resemble an arrow, unstable but real enough to release.

 

Riley didn't question it.

 

He fired.

 

The arrow cut cleanly through the space and struck the nearest creature directly—

 

and passed straight through it.

 

There was no resistance. No reaction from the beast at all, and worst of all no damage.

 

Riley's breath caught slightly, his focus tightening as the creature didn't slow, didn't hesitate, didn't even acknowledge what had just happened, continuing forward as though the attack had never existed.

 

"…right," he muttered under his breath, the word coming out sharper than he intended.

 

He drew again, more deliberately this time, trying to correct it, trying to force an outcome that made sense, but even as he released, he already knew it wouldn't matter.

 

The second arrow passed through just as cleanly.

 

The distance between them closed further.

 

Now they were close enough that he could see the shift in their eyes properly, that faint glow settling into something more eerie, something fixed entirely on him, not wild, not aggressive in the way he expected from enemies, but focused in a way that made it clear he had done something wrong.

 

Riley's grip tightened, tension rising properly now as his options collapsed faster than he liked, his mind moving through possibilities that didn't fit what he was seeing.

 

"…okay, that's not—"

 

Lumi moved.

 

It wasn't frantic or panicked. The small creature leapt upward with precise timing, catching the bow itself and pulling it down just enough that Riley's grip broke without resistance.

 

The weapon slipped from his hands.

 

And instantly— everything stopped.

 

The creatures froze mid-step, the pressure in the air collapsing as though it had never been there, the glow in their eyes fading back into that distant neutrality they had held before, and one by one they turned away, not retreating, not dispersing, but simply returning to where they had been, as though nothing had happened.

 

Riley didn't move.

 

He looked down at the bow.

 

Then at Lumi. "…right, ok another test."

 

The understanding didn't come all at once, but it didn't take long either, because this wasn't the first time the trial had presented something that looked obvious and punished it quietly.

 

This wasn't combat.

 

It hadn't been a fight.

 

It had been another choice.

 

Riley bent down and picked the bow up again, not out of doubt, but to confirm it.

 

The reaction was immediate—every creature stopped and turned toward him, the air tightening once more.

 

He dropped it. The grove settled.

 

The sword triggered the same response. Riley released it just as quickly, watching the tension dissolve as understanding clicked into place.

 

The table hadn't been offering him weapons.

 

It had been asking him something.

 

And now he understood the answer.

 

Riley straightened and stepped past it without taking anything, his attention moving forward instead toward the centre of the clearing, where the oak tree rose from the glowing ground like it had always been there, massive and unmoving, its presence grounded in a way nothing else in the grove was.

 

Up close, the surface of the trunk revealed four simple shapes cut into the wood with deliberate precision.

 

A flower.

 

A beast.

 

A sun.

 

And a moon.

 

Riley studied them without rushing, letting everything that had happened settle into place rather than forcing meaning onto it, because the trial hadn't rewarded speed, and it hadn't rewarded instinct.

 

It had rewarded understanding.

 

The healing.

 

The restraint.

 

The refusal to take control when it wasn't needed.

 

"Which one do I choose," Riley thought to himself and then asked the same question to Lumi, hoping to get some sort of answer.

 

His gaze settled on the moon, once again something was pulling him towards it.

 

"…yeah," he said quietly, more certain now.

 

He reached out and pressed his hand against the carving.

 

The grove vanished.

 

Darkness replaced it instantly, complete and absolute, and for a moment there was nothing, no sense of space, no sound, no movement— and then something settled into him.

 

**Class Assigned: Luna Druid**

 

**Passive Effects:**

+100% Stats at Night

-50% Stats During Day

 

Riley stood still, reading it once, then again, not rushing past it, because this wasn't just information, and it wasn't something he could afford to misinterpret.

 

"…okay."

 

His brow pulled slightly as he actually thought about it, not just reading the words but breaking them down, because this wasn't a small modifier or a passive bonus you ignored until later.

 

This changed everything.

 

"So if I've got ten strength normally, during the day…"

 

He paused, the numbers lining up naturally.

 

"…that drops to five."

 

Then—

 

"…but at night that jumps to twenty."

 

Riley went quiet for a second, the implication settling properly.

 

"That's not normal."

 

It wasn't balanced in the way most things were.

 

It was a trade.

 

A real one.

 

He would be weaker than most people during the day—

 

but at night?

 

Riley let out a slow breath, something sharper settling behind his focus now as the reality of it locked into place.

 

"At night… I'm going to be stupidly strong."

 

His pulse quickened —not from fear, but from possibility. This was more than a class. This was a complete shift in how the game would work for him. Every decision, every quest, every fight would need to be timed around the sun.

 

And suddenly everything made sense.

 

The grove.

 

The restraint.

 

The way the trial had pushed him away from control instead of toward it.

 

This wasn't a class built around constant strength.

 

It was built around timing.

 

Around choosing when to act.

 

Riley's mouth curved slightly, not into a grin, not into anything exaggerated, but into something real.

 

"Yeah," he said quietly.

 

"I can work with that."

 

The darkness shifted.

 

The giant returned.

 

It stood before him once more, vast beyond scale, its presence filling the space completely, and when it spoke, Riley felt it as much as he heard it, the sound carrying weight that pressed through the air and into his chest.

 

"Congratulations, human."

 

The words landed with force.

 

"You have found a path that was not given."

 

Riley didn't interrupt.

 

"I expect great things from you."

 

The giant's gaze fixed on him.

 

"What should I call you?"

 

Riley hesitated for the first time, not because he didn't understand the question, but because it mattered.

 

Then— after thinking about it for a while.

 

"Night Walker."

 

The giant inclined its head slightly.

 

"Very well… Night Walker."

 

A shift moved through the space, and weapons appeared between them.

 

A bow.

 

A sword.

 

A staff.

 

An axe.

 

"Choose."

 

Riley stepped forward without hesitation and reached for the bow.

 

The moment his hand closed around it, it changed, subtly but unmistakably, the material darkening slightly, faint lines of pale light threading along its curve like something beneath the surface had woken.

 

"This weapon is bound to your path," the giant said. "You require no arrows. Draw the string, and the night will answer."

 

Riley tightened his grip slightly, feeling the difference now.

 

"And remember this."

 

The air grew heavier.

 

"The power you wield will rise and fall as you do."

 

There was no explanation.

 

No need for one.

 

Then everything went black.

 

When the darkness lifted, Riley found himself back in the starting zone, the bow still gripped in his hand. Around him, other players were celebrating their class assignments, comparing stats, testing abilities.

 

None of them seemed to notice that the sun was already sinking toward the horizon.

 

Riley checked his status screen.

 

**Current Time Modifier: -50% All Stats**

**Time Until Nightfall: 2 hours, 14 minutes**

 

He looked down at the bow in his hands, then up at the darkening sky, watching the light bleed slowly from the world.

 

Two hours until he became something else entirely.

 

Two hours until he found out what kind of player he'd really chosen to be.