The sound of metal hitting metal echoed in the narrow hallways. The Fallen Knight’s battle with the miniboss of this dungeon had been going on for nearly five minutes, and neither armoured knight seemed to be winning or losing. Kyle leaned against the wall and watched. As much as he wanted to interfere, The Fallen Knight Aoris had requested he stay out of this battle, claiming it was the proper and honourable thing to fight this one on one. While Kyle didn’t care much about what was honourable and what was not, he had accepted her request still. Her opponent, wielding a great axe, was a knight clad in armour as black as ink. His violent strikes hit the ground and walls, barely missing the Fallen Knight. Each one of his strikes shook the ground and sent tremors throughout these catacombs. Kyle let out a deep sigh. His visit to the dwarves was eventless, and he had spent even less time there than he did in the elven grove. After confirming everything was fine,

“I think health is more important!” Igna argued against Caille claim that all of his stats should be allocated to intelligence. “Look, I get what you mean, but this isn’t about how many hits the man can take!” Caille tried to explain patiently. “He can’t get hit once, that’s my whole point. The enemy needs to die before it can get in range to hit him. If it doesn’t, then he dies. It’s as simple as that.” “If he can take a hit or two more while his summons finish the enemy off, then he won’t have to die is my point. Why are you trying to make him focus on dealing damage himself? That’s what his summons are for!” Igna’s argument was a sound one as well. Kyle let out a sigh. Yes, Igna’s argument was sound, but it didn’t apply to Kyle simply because unlike a normal player like Caille and Igna, he actually bled when he was wounded. He felt the pain as if it were real – it was real to him after all! If he got hit once, the pain itself could immobilise him, or the b

“Blast.” Caille said with a calm voice as the group of seven men and women rushed towards Igna. Something purple flew from the Eldritch Witch’s hand, and hit the ground beneath the enemies’ feet, then promptly exploded, sending all seven of them flying. Igna rushed forward, at the nearest enemy, and drew the cursed blade she had bought from Kyle. She swung the blade, and then took a step back as it effortlessly cut through the scale mail armour her enemy was wearing. “Oh wow,” She smirked. “This definitely was a worthy purchase.” “Eldritch bolt.” Caille spoke again as the enemies thrown around with her previous spell started to gather around Igna. Kyle didn’t hesitate either, while her purple coloured spell hit one of the enemies, Kyle pointed at the ground beneath Igna’s feet. “Sunburst!” he exclaimed. Igna stood strong in the middle of all seven enemies. As Kyle’s spell took effect, their opponents started to fall one by one. Whenever his light spel

The sun was bright and had just now reached its peak. Yet as soon as they stepped through the treeline, the air seem to darken. The bright sunlight couldn’t pierce the veil of leaves and branches covering this vast, thick, and dense forest. The ground was covered with dead, fallen leaves. The earth was moist, almost as if it had rained not too long ago. The air was cool, almost cold under the forest roof. Birds chirped, and small critters scurried away as the three of them passed through the trees. Roots protruded from the earth, wrapping around each other, and making it difficult to walk. If they didn’t look where they stepped they could easily find themselves face first in the dirt. Kyle gulped as he led the group towards the are the vultures circled over. What could it be, he wondered. It was either a dying animal, a quest, or a recent battlefield. Only the second option seemed like a good one. “This place is nerve wrecking.” Caille whispered after

All three of them sighed a breath of relief when the unicorn requested more water by pushing the bowl with its nose. Kyle chuckled and poured some more water. The unicorn drank all of it, then placed its head on the grass and closed its eyes. Not even a minute later, it’s breathing changed. “She’s asleep.” Caille whispered with a relieved voice. “We should leave her be for now. Come on, let’s give her some space.” She stood up and dragged both Kyle and Igna away from the unicorn, towards the treeline. They sat on a fallen tree, and Kyle took this chance to describe the village and the people he had seen. They pondered a while before the neigh of the unicorn surprised them. “She’s healed!” Caille exclaimed as the animal slowly got up on all four legs and strutted around the small opening in the woods, almost as if it was checking how well the wound had healed. Caille hopped off the log they were sitting on and approached the unicorn as it tried to chew