* splash" woahhh, I can't get enough of this taste, so few souls yet glad it helps with hunger," mused Siphex as he ate a small fox-like animal body while crouching next to a fallen tree trunk in the midst of the woods; after a while, he rose up and looked about.It was a quiet day, as the sun slipped through the many trees that covered the forest floor, and all Siphex could see in his surroundings were trees, trees, trees." I guess it should be that way, hope I'm on the right track," Siphex said as he shook and wiped his bloodied hands on a nearby tree trunk before pulling out the map the alchemist had given him and opening it."Let's see, it's just next to the river north of the mountain," sphiex grumbled as he studied the map, then he looked to his right and saw a mountain, "that's the mountain, so it should be that way," he determined as he stared in a certain direction, then he put the map aside and continued walking.It had been few days since he had left town, and he was read
in front of his eyes, a big boulder covered in plants and cracks in the distance that looked like the letter L loomed tall between the dense woods up ahead.As he closed the map and jumped down from the tree, Siphex thought, "Now it makes sense."Walking toward the unusual enormous rock, Siphex had to pass through tall shrubs and plants till he reached it; the strange stone was resting on the mountain, and next to it was a trace of faded stone floor with broken stairs leading toward the mountain. A large square stone wall with a massive locked rusted gate that was covered in mud and foliage awaited him at the end.Walking up the stairwell and approaching the rusted gate, Siphex noticed that, despite its rusted and worn appearance, the gate had been opened numerous times recently. as He could see a variety of footsteps dispersed across the stony, fractured ground." This must be the maze's entrance, but strangely, it appears that people arrive here as well; were they sent by the alchem
"I'm tired of going through all of these gates and corridors, as well as all of these markings and dents; there has to be something behind this gate; it won't hurt to try," Siphex reasoned as he dug deeper into the wall. Siphex considered using the pickaxe at first, but it snapped in half after a few strokes due to its rustiness. Using his claws and fists to continue digging through the wall, he eventually managed to build a hole the size of a little ball, which could only fit his arm. "These Walls appear to be harder than they appear; what are they built of?" "This isn't an ordinary stone," Siphex grumbled as he peered through the hole to peer behind the wall. "Woahh, there are so many various items strewn about? Who closed the gate in the first place? Isn't there supposed to be a lever or something nearby?" Siphex could see several gold nuggets and mana stones, as well as other things, scattered on the ground, but he could also see that the chamber on the other side was much larg
In a place where a vast, turquoise ocean meets a luscious green land, a group of five adventurers consisting of a dwarf, two humans, and two eleves, were travelling on their way home after several months of exhausting dungeon exploration and adventurous expeditions. One of them is a 22 yr old mage and an average adventurer human named Philip. He came from a small but a well known family of mages that lives on the edge of the far East of Tamorian Empire. They have created a huge protective formation magic circle that could easily detect nearby beasts which was the main reason why their family was quite well known among mages. People thought that the magic circle keeps the beast away, doing its job in protecting them. But unbeknownst to them, it was actually Philip's family that hunts and slaughter the beasts down for the trade routes' and citizen's safety. It was a job assigned to their family by the emperor for generations.&n
As they entered the dark empty dungeon, nothing but the sound of their footsteps and a soft howling wind could be heard. It was quiet. The place looked and felt weird due to the clean and smooth floor and perfectly shaped tunnels engraved with mysterious runes and unknown characters. This place belonged to an intelligent being. They kept tabs on each other, walking closely to one another in an organized formation so no one would get lost or be harmed if something unexpected was to happen. Philip and his father were using their magic to detect if there are any danger present but could sense nothing. As they walked deeper into the tunnel, they started sensing a presence of strong magic. The group decided to follow it and would encounter a lot of different tunnels. But due to the strange magic being too strong, they were easily able to pinpoint the right direction. They finally arrived at what seemed like the end of the smooth floor a
in the far east of the Tomorian Empire, were mountains projects into the ocean, there was a town that was prosperous and famous for being one of the main destinations for trade, training, and hunting, and all because of a special mine that produced high-grade mana stones for the last 40 years without stop. many mage guilds also built their headquarters around that mine, the power that radiates from the mine alone is enough to improve their mana concentration and cultivation. several nobles took advantage of that, the long vast forest, the beach, and everywhere around the mine now is full of all types of shops, stalls, inns, markets buildings, squares, and roads, except for one location, no one have dared to approach the watchtower on the mountain. they say the old man who lived there was crazy, he didn't interact with anyone, and whoever tried to overstep the boundaries of the tower he didn't hesitate to hurt them, yet ther
They've been out of the orphanage for several minutes. They had finally arrived at the mine entrance. Philip was relieved that they had gotten out of town without fighting, since it was much peaceful here. That, however, did not endure long. Many dwarf dead were scattered around the shore and the mine entrance as they came closer. The children were exhausted and had difficulty breathing. Philip turned to face them and stated quietly, "As there appears to be no one else in the area, we should proceed south along the beach untill we reach the grey mountains, It'll be a lot safer if we ".. Philip came to a halt in his speech as he sensed a projectile approaching at an incredible speed. Philip rapidly erected numerous arcane shields to protect the party, The projectile, however, shattered them all and lost its magnitude at the final layer. The weapon was a Spear. Philip had no idea how strong whoever threw it was.
Philip awoke in a large dark throne room, where moonlight pierced through its large windows, thinking he was unconscious. He checked his surroundings but couldn't see anything. It was late at night and very quiet. "But HOW," Philip cried out in shock and confusion as he checked his body, pinching himself, he was perfectly fine with no injuries. "That doesn't make any sense," Philip muttered in confusion, "that's impossible." He was abruptly interrupted by a soft voice. "Is that it?" Philip turned in the direction of the voice, but he can't make any sense of it; all he sees is a figure sitting on the once-empty throne, but no matter how hard he tried, his eyes wouldn't make any sense of it. " w...Who are You?" Philip inquired, concerned. "I'm the one you helped set free," the voice giggled, adding, "well, not entirely free,