The party tended to Sereia after she’d finished her battle, Namir made sure to cast his healing magic on her too, albeit it didn’t seem to have any effect. Elyenora, on the other hand, took care of patching up the surrounding barrier. She made sure there were no holes or deformities present while Samuel simply looked over the unconscious Mon’Ter. Namir couldn’t find any way of waking him up quite yet, it appeared that the harpy queen had inflicted him with something bad, and his body was still fighting it back.
“I’m sorry guys,” Namir downcast his gaze as he healed Sereia. “My healing was supposed to be useful, and yet…”
Sereia looked at the child who was doing his best at getting her back to her feet. “It’s completely alright, Namir! Just let me rest up and I’ll be fine later, okay?”
“Okay…” he stood up and went to walk around in their tiny safe area.
Shadows swirled in the air, covering the party members in a vast cocoon of black. The surrounding fog submerged them like a thick blanket, they almost couldn’t tell they were falling even with all the wind pressure at their backs.It should have been… Unsettling, by all accounts.And yet...The more time that passed, as they watched the little ray of light on the top slowly close up, the more they relaxed. Felt drowsy. And even began to succumb into the notion of closing their eyelids.Sereia became the first to fall prey to this hollow nap, her ragged breathing and will to shout, instantly overpowered by a strong urge for sleep.Namir followed shortly, his frame going face first downward through the hole as his consciousness left him, undoubtedly, he must have been feeling as if floating amidst beautiful clouds of white, not this tar like fog.Lanos mustered the strength to yell into the darkness, but for naught, his voice felt
As Elyenora stared at the soulless foe, the fog began returning to surround everything yet again, blurring out her sight fully once more.‘No wonder I can’t find this thing with my soul vision…’ she clicked her tongue, even more wary than before. ‘How can there be a living creature without a soul? This makes little to no sense!’“My dear,” the soulless one spoke, “won’t you take a quick nap alongside your friends as we all fall?”“No…” Elyenora put her guard up towards where the voice still came from, it didn’t seem like the thing had moved since she last saw it, other than going downward along with her and the party, of course.“Why not?” it asked, “don’t you see how blissfully your comrades are sleeping? Wouldn’t you want to join them?”She scoffed. “I’d rather wake them up, thank you very much.”
“You’re… Humming?” the voice of the eye spoke in confusion, it couldn’t grasp what there was to hum for, she was slowly losing her life at each touch it inflicted upon her after all, and its onslaught wouldn’t stop ever, not till she passed away at least.Her melody continued as she narrowed her eyes further, the light coming from them concentrated and dazzled brilliantly in the dark space, barely allowing for her vision to return for a tad bit.It was just enough for her to start her counterstrike.Elyenora’s rapier moved in a near perfect circle around her, slashing away the tendrils and cutting deep holes within each of them. The wind made from her strikes and the one released with them, she’d used to push back the tendrils for but a single moment, and a single moment is exactly what she needed.“Huh?” the eye trembled, a soft tear began to form at its edges as a descent of fear weighed down
It didn’t take quite too long for the rest of the members to start nudging their eyes open. It was Elyenora who managed to pry Sereia’s eyes open first.“Ugh…” the swords lady mumbled under her nose, opening her eyes as she barely stood up to a sitting position. “What the hell happened…”“Rise and shine,” Elyenora stood crouching beside her, watching as the woman held her head with a hand. “Everyone kinda got forced asleep, we’re on the fifth floor now by the way.”“Huh?” Sereia tilted her head to the side, more confused now than three seconds ago.“The fifth floor?” Lanos stood up, seemingly without feeling groggy, unlike the others. “How’d we get here? And also...” Lanos turned towards Mon’Ter, who was working on getting Namir to wake up too. “Since when did the chimera grow wings? And horns… And an arm…&rdq
The party of six marched on into the not so grand hallway leading from the dining hall. It looked ancient in comparison to the well kept area from before, with moss growing on the walls and cracks at each second step. There weren’t any cobwebs to be seen, insects and the like simply don’t nor can wander down here. It’s an isolated space, after all. Sereia suddenly piped up. “How long is this hallway, anyway?” “How would we know?” Samuel turned her way. She played with her hair a bit before speaking. “I dunno, you were being all knowledgeable about the dungeon at the entrance, weren’t you?” Samuel halted his march and mumbled. “Sereia…” “Yes?” she stopped next to him as well. He gave her a concerned gaze and placed his hand on her shoulder. “Is your head okay?” “Huh?” she raised a brow at him. “The hell is that supposed to mean?” “Well, you see, we’re the first people to clear the third floor, let alone reach the fifth…
Lanos’ mouth went agape at the sight, he nearly forgot to breathe as he spoke. “That… Is Lord Spiritus Mora’s son?” “What has become of him at least,” Elyenora added, brandishing her rapier in front of her. She felt a cold sweat form at her brow, even before the enemy had stood up to stand before them the princess knew just how outmatched she was in a one versus one. Sereia, on the other hand, froze up, smiling while staring at the monster of a spirit before them. “Can I just go home?” “Shush,” Samuel put his hand on her shoulder. “It’ll be fine, we’re the ones making the attack this time and we’re also all prepared.” “Speak for yourself! I’m not prepared at all!” Sereia blurted out, pointing at the black sun. “Please do not tell me that’s a King Class corrupted spirit!” Samuel grimaced, biting his lip. “I don’t know its class… But...” “Might not be far off,” Namir finished for him, his eyes glowing brightly. “Spiritus Finis, currently
Finis gazed at his challengers, his golden light of an eye fluctuating amidst the lightless flames covering him from head to toe. He was like a torch that sucked light away rather than giving it off; he was the epitome of a corruptee. “What’s our next move now?” Sereia quizzed, her brows furrowed deeply, with her hands clenching tightly on the blade. “Would you be mad if I said I didn’t know?” Samuel grimaced, he held not an ounce of ideas for how to attack now. “The bastard might’ve actually reached King Class after absorbing that thing…” “I can confirm,” Elyenora’s voice cracked. “He did, most certainly, reach King Class after that… I’ve never seen a stronger soul in my life… Nor a darker one...” Sereia turned towards Elyenora. “So what? Are you saying we’re doomed here?” “Not necessarily,” Lanos glanced toward Namir. The kid gave him a confused look back, raising a brow at him whilst asking. “What? Why are you looking at me like tha
The five of them laid unmoving with auras surging through their every pore. Magic so powerful it caused gales of wind to implode in the surroundings solely from them standing where they were. It was an impressive sight, and an impressive feeling for them each.“Whoa…” Sereia raised her hands, looking at them. Sword in one whilst the other remained empty. “This is awesome…”“Yes…” Elyenora herself couldn’t believe the incoming surges of prowess. Stamina and energy she could only dream of at the tip of her fingers. “Namir’s spell is simply… Undeniably… Intoxicating.”“I told you,” Lanos smirked. “I hate to admit it too but, I’ve longed for this again.”“Don’t get used to it!” Namir made sure to add once more. “And do go get him as fast as magically possible!”“Right on!” Sereia clenched