As the light covered the members of the party, their line of sight shifted and changed. Eventually, the source of illumination faded only to reveal a new scenery far away from the Elven forest of colorations. It was one of simple greenery, yet even that held its own right to beauty.
A large plain expanded to one directions, circular one at that, with numerous trees acting as the horizon border. These trees were lush, they held few leaves but thick vines ran around their trunk and branches, giving them a sense of serious protection. Between each of the trees laid a path, and to be more precise, it held part of a road leading towards the center of the plain, where in the distance one could see a basic village and its farmers living amongst it.
"Woah!" Namir panned his head around in amazement. "It's all green!"
"What else would it be? This isn't your forest, its Benulis," Sereia chuckled.
"I've never seen it like that, though!" Namir hopped around, zooming
No one knew what to say to the lad's question. No one who understood magic, at least."Whoa! Your magic thingo sure looks powerful! It was quite fast too, I'm definitely impressed with it," Mon'Ter grinned ear to ear as his gaze moved along the stone pillars that spiked through the golems. Their tips still burned with bright flames from the loud explosions they’d caused."Ha! Ha! Ha! Thank you for the applause! Even though you can't really applaud!" Namir puffed his chest out and raised his nose high, quite proud of his accomplishment."What is applause?" Mon'Ter asked, still not knowing why the others were acting so silent and surprised.He didn't understand.He didn't understand how weird the thing Namir did was."Without writing runes..." Elyenora mumbled. "But how...?""Did he really!?" Sereia shouted. "Oh, man! How?! I'm so jealous of that!""Weep all you want, I'll just bask in my amazing glory over here," the kid's
"Good work, everyone!" Elyenora said with a smile as they stopped for a short moment out of fatigue. "We've practically cleared the first floor, this place has been a real trip, so let's just be happy we all made it unscathed.""That was a lot of fun!" Namir said cheerfully. "Especially the part where you fought off all those spiders, Mon'Ter! That was fun to see!""I'd say your little stunt at the entrance was most impressive!" Sereia grinned at the kid."What was most impressive was you hiding behind the princess from the spiders!" he laughed at her.She turned red for a moment, then yelled. "Hey! Shush!"The group got a chuckle out of the situation, and then Mon'Ter spoke up. "Now we just have to take out the guardian person, right?""Yeah, and we can move onto the second floor hence after," Samuel affirmed. "Mind you, it should get a lot tougher after that. To my knowledge that's where rogue spirits begin to appear.""So, I think
Lanos placed his hand on the altar and a mechanism stabbed it with a stone spike, he winced as the drop of blood left his palm and the magic activated."What's going to happen now?" Namir called out from behind him in the distance.Lanos could still hear them, but he wasn't sure how much longer that would last. As soon as he had put his hand on the pedestal, magical energy of bygone ages shot up all around him, absorbing him in a sea of light before darkness swallowed him whole. The star filled wall began turning dark as if it was being polluted or corrupted from the inside. The party could not see what was happening through the wall anymore, and their worry grew by the second."I guess that will happen," Sereia smiled wryly as she knocked a few times on the dark wall of magic, it caused a few ripples to move across it and didn't seem to allow others to enter."I hope he's okay," Elyenora said, half to herself and half to everyone listening."He'll
As the party waited patiently, they saw the black wall slowly crumble and dissipate into nothing. Meaning that their friend had successfully rid the gate guardian of its life. Slowly, he came into view, donned in his knightly armor and sheathing his blade. Bixby stood on his shoulder with a satisfied look, hooting peacefully while his master looked less amused than a three year old at a dining hall. "You did it, mister Lanos! Great job!" Namir exclaimed as he ran up to Lanos. "Good job, you actually came out unscathed, huh? How was the slime? Or well, was it a slime?" Sereia quizzed. "It was, how did you know?" Lanos raised a brow while Namir started playing with Bixby the owl spirit. "We figured from the available information we had upon entering this room. Seems like we probably could have attacked it way before the trail even started? A bit late to come to that realization though," Elyenora chuckled at the idea. She scratched her cheek whilst wishi
The next day, of course there would be. More caves. More coldness. More monsters. More wonders to see. More of everything there would be. First, however, they had to start the day's trek. Samuel was the first one up in the morning. He'd been the last one on watch duty, and he watched as Elyenora sauntered out of her tent. She yawned. "Good morning Sam." "Good morning," he replied as he stoked the fire he'd started. It burned in the shade of the nearby tent. "Yo, Samuel!" Namir greeted the night guard whilst coming out of his tent. "Good morning," "Don't suppose you brewed some coffee for us this morning?" Sereia asked, a grin on her face as she left the tent and assumed a stance near the fire, overlooking it and its surrounding area. "I'm entirely capable of making coffee," Samuel retorted, feeling offended at the implication. "I know, Sam, but..." Sereia looked at him wry
The ground remained layered with snow everywhere they went to, with thin ice acting as a gentle sheet, and trees here and there covered in snowy bundles. The fact there was any vegetation at all this far underground was already a miracle, although when you consider this whole sight that seemed like a winter fairyland, miracle was probably an understatement.The party had been walking for about two hours now, with many more left to go. The snow had gotten deeper as they'd traveled forward, leaving behind a good amount of space between them and the plants from before. As they walked, the serene environment which looked like a wonderland receded and instead turned into a wasteland of white, like a desert of snow. Eventually, their path narrowed down more. A cliff or wall of sorts blocked their further inquiry, and it took quite a while before they found a small enough route to continue their frigid march.It was a wide, narrow path, much like if someone had carved it or c
The gang stood silently watching the creature stand there, watching them without movement. It was menacing, frightening, chilling.Her skin was rigid, covered in crystals that reflected the light of their torches; reminding one of her cold nature. Upon closer look, her white hair was in fact made up of thorny, sharp reeds atop her head that just acted the part. She was thin and short, but twisted with a hunched posture as she stood on two jagged limbs that were almost like a spider's legs, only larger and more translucent. Her small tanned belly was slightly exposed from her loose-fitting garment, which looked like it had been birthed by nature rather than the work of a seamstress, as if made from shards of the many ice crystals stuck to her skin. Her blank eyes stared at them with solemn curiosity, the pupils a murky blue."A corrupted spirit?" Elyenora turned to Lanos."Yes, this is seriously bad news," Lanos grimaced, defending Elyenora with his hand as he pu
The pleading eyes grew higher and wider - a cornucopia of tears."Stay back," he warned her."Mon'Ter," Elyenora spoke, her voice deceptively scratchy. "Is everything... Okay?" she could see the corrupted spirit girl in front of her. Eyes burning away. Tearing at the soul trapped within her tiny frame as she struggled in between the spikes. Crying out."Anna," Mon'Ter said, his body shook, but he maintained his posture. "Child of snow, daughter of Livia, treasure of Orph."“What the...” Sereia mumbled at the chimera’s words.“What is he saying...?” Samuel looked on in astonishment.The light in Mon’Ter’s magenta eye grew in luminosity, as did the volume of the voice in his head, one of which he repeated word for word."Through the Guide of Spirits’ authority, I invoke thy purity," Mon'Ter's voice sounded monotone, his eyes softly closing as the murky tears of the spirit girl cleared to c