Amun
Amun is the 24th hero that you will unlock at stage 3900.
Abilities
| Normal punch | |
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Punch your target for 110% of your damage. Cost: 29 Energy. |
| Hide in the shadows | |
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Increase your damage by 30% and your dodge by 15% for 2 seconds per combo point consumed. Consumes all your combo points. 11 seconds cooldown. Cost: 44 Energy. |
| Serious punch | |
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Channel your energy to a single devastating punch, dealing 60% of your damage per combo point. Target hit by serious punch will be stunned for 1.2 seconds per combo point consumed. Consumes all your combo points. 7 seconds cooldown. Cost: 70 Energy. |
Gear
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Story
Amun's childhood in Goldfell was marked by the ever-present whispers of the desert winds and the enduring legacy of his mixed heritage. Born to a human mother and an elven father, he found himself threading a fine line. As a half-elf, he was subjected to whispers and sidelong glances, a constant reminder of the societal boundaries that sought to confine him within the rigid confines of racial purity and social convention. From an early age, he was surrounded with the echoes of prejudicial words, bouncing from the sandrock walls of the old town.
Amun's struggles were even more compounded by the absence of his father, an elf who had departed from his human mother after a fleeting encounter that left behind no other legacy but the birth of Amun. Raised solely by his hard-working mother, Amun grappled with the absence of paternal guidance and the enduring sense of abandonment that cast a shadow over his childhood and youth. As he navigated the intricate complexities of his mixed heritage, he found himself confronting the echoes of loneliness and the enduring legacy of ancestral discord, his every step a testament to the unwavering spirit that burned within him despite the trials that sought to define his existence.
Still, facing the challenges of straddling two worlds alone, he found solace in the rich tapestry of stories woven by his mother, tales that spoke of heroism and valor, and ignited the flames of curiosity and adventure within his young heart.
Among the tales that captivated his imagination was the legend of the great Kongshan Temple, a stronghold of the warrior monks nestled in the hollow caves of a lonely mountain, which stood tall amidst the shifting sands of the Cauldron. Some said that the monks were completely cut off from the external world. Some hinted in between whispers that they actually were masters of cloak and dagger, providing espionage services and performing covert operations to those with enough coin. But all agreed on the martial prowess of these spiritual warriors.
No wonder then that adventurous young mind one day called Amun away, and so he departed willing to find Kongshan, leaving his mother no note, no notice, and no hope of return - as once his own father did.
Amun's pilgrimage to the secretive Kongshan Temple was a perilous journey that tested both his physical endurance and the depths of his resolve. Guided only by the hushed whispers of his mother's tales, he navigated the treacherous terrain of the Cauldron, the sun-scorched sands and rugged rock formations serving as a relentless backdrop to his quest. Each step forward the hollow mountain that housed the temple was fraught with uncertainty, yet Amun pressed on, driven by an unyielding determination to prove himself worthy of the temple's elusive teachings.
Upon arriving at the towering gates nestled within the heart of the hollow mountain, Amun was met with just silent stares from the shadowy figures that guarded the temple's entrace. For hours he begged them to let him in. Hours turned into days, his cries became hoarse whispers. Then he sat silent, falling into some kind of a meditative trance with his head lowered. He did not know how much time passed before he felt a slight touch on the shoulder. Afraid to move or turn, he waited. The invisible hand pushed him towards the gates, and the guards this time let him in.
The cavernous corridors that wound deep into the earth echoed with the mystic chants, the whispers of unseen monks and the rhythmic echoes of martial training, a testament to the secretive nature of the Kongshan order. As he was initiated into the clandestine rituals and esoteric techniques that defined the temple's teachings, Amun found himself enveloped in an aura of intrigue and mystery, the shadows of the hollow mountain concealing himself.
Under the watchful eyes of the temple's masters, Amun underwent a series of trials that pushed the limit of his physical and mental capabilities. The trials ranged from enduring grueling physical conditioning in the dimly lit chambers to engaging in deadly duels with fellow disciples, each confrontation serving as a testament to the lethal artistry that defined the essence of the Kongshan order. As the hidden chambers of the mountain echoed with the clash of weapons and the soft footfalls of stealthy movements, Amun honed his reflexes and cultivated a deep understanding of the interconnected nature of combat and assassination.
The teachings of the Kongshan order were veiled in the mystique of ancient tradition and the profound wisdom of the shadowed arts. Amun learned to move with silent precision, his every step a dance of deadly grace and calculated intent. Through the darkened corridors of the hollow mountain, he delved into the intricacies of subterfuge and deception, mastering the arts of disguise and infiltration that were synonymous with the shadowy legacy of the temple. His training sessions were marked by the faint whispers of assassination techniques and the subtle manipulation of unseen forces, each lesson revealing a new layer of spiritual mastery and a deeper connection to the enigmatic teaching that had come to define the essence of the Kongshan order.
As many moons passed casting their dim light upon the hollow mountain, Amun's skills sharpened, his movement becoming a seamless integration of deadly precision and unyielding discipline. The trials that once seemed insurmountable now served as a testament to his unwavering commitment and the relentless determination that burned within him. Amidst the shadowed corridors of the hollow mountain, he found himself on the path to becoming a true master of the lethal arts, his every action a reflection of the deadly prowess and unyielding devotion that defined the eseence of the Kongshan assassins.
For now, though, as part of his novitiate he is sent to the outside world to collect alms, as many bead-wearing Kongshan novices would do. A poor monk, wandering the roads, always is the best cover for his other motives. Information and news of the Undead advance - that what interests his elders, who tasked him to travel north and become their watchful eyes.
And so he does, joining the forces with the heroes fighting Undead - this quiet wanderer, a barehanded killing machine, and a silent observer for the master of the Kongshan Temple. Dedicated to see the roots of evil, to report it and thus complete his task and achieve the full status among the order his mother told him about, it seems, a full lifetime ago.