While William traversed the forest in another world, inside the central hospital of Astoria, Donald lay on the sickbed, lost in his thoughts. The sterile smell of the hospital filled the air, mingling with the beeping of medical machines that monitored his condition.There were a lot of drips fixed to his body, and he seemed to be in a very bad state. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling as he recalled the day he lost to William over and over again. The memory haunted him, playing like a never-ending movie in his mind.That day he was on the verge of getting the revenge he had prayed for after a very long time. He was ready to lift his status once again, but everything ended when William tossed him out of the arena. Not only did William win, but he also ensured Donald went through the most humiliating beating. The crowd's cheers for William and their jeers for him echoed in his ears.The more Donald recalled that day, the angrier he became. Yet, another set of thoughts occupied his mind
After two hours of wandering through the dense forest, William finally found another snake similar to the one he was controlling, but this one was much bigger. Its scales glistened under the dappled sunlight, reflecting shades of deep green and black. The sight of it filled him with a mix of excitement and determination. “Kill it,” William commanded his snake, pointing toward the larger serpent.The undead snake obeyed instantly, launching itself at the bigger snake with incredible speed. The larger snake hissed and reared back, ready to defend itself, but it was no match for William’s controlled creature. The two snakes clashed, their bodies coiling and twisting around each other in a deadly embrace.William's snake moved with precision, its black scales contrasting starkly against the vibrant green of its opponent. It struck with calculated force, its fangs sinking deep into the larger snake’s flesh. The larger snake writhed in pain, its movements becoming more frantic and desperat
It is now two hours after the last battle with the seven snakes. Fortunately, thanks to that battle, William now has seven extra undead warriors in his army of undead, totaling nine in number. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he looked over his new army, each warrior standing ready for his commands. The snakes were fierce opponents, but their strength now bolstered his forces. Every time he saw them, he was reminded of the hard-won victory and the power he had gained.With this number, as long as he doesn't face an extraordinary opponent, he would be able to survive this dungeon. The dungeon was a dark, winding labyrinth filled with dangers at every turn. William had learned to navigate its treacherous paths, always on the lookout for traps and hidden enemies. His undead warriors followed him closely, their presence a constant reassurance in the dim, oppressive environment. He knew that they would be his shield and sword, protecting him from the perils that lay ahead.But
After relaxing for about an hour, William decided to proceed with his adventure. His muscles felt rejuvenated, and his mind was clear and focused. He knew that every moment counted, and he couldn't afford to waste any more time resting. The dungeon was a living entity, constantly changing and presenting new challenges. William had to stay one step ahead, always ready for the unexpected.He waved his hand and signaled the undead snakes to do his bidding. The biggest among them crawled towards William and bent its head for him to climb on, and William didn’t hesitate before climbing on it. The snake's scales were cool and smooth under his hands, a stark contrast to the rough terrain of the dungeon. As he settled onto the serpent's head, he felt a surge of determination. His army was ready, and so was he.After William climbed, the snake began moving in the direction they hadn’t ventured into yet. The path ahead was unknown, filled with potential dangers and hidden treasures. The snake m
William rode on the back of the enormous undead serpent, its smooth scales reflecting the dim light filtering through the canopy of leaves. His mind was alert, eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. The patterns on the trees were intriguing, but he couldn’t let his curiosity distract him from the ever-present threats of the dungeon.As they moved deeper into the forest, the ambient sounds grew quieter. The usual cacophony of dungeon creatures seemed to fade away, replaced by an eerie silence that put William on edge. He tightened his grip on the serpent, feeling the tension in its muscles beneath him. The entire forest seemed to be holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.Suddenly, the ground beneath them trembled slightly, and William’s instincts kicked in. “Prepare for battle!” he shouted to his undead army. The serpents immediately shifted into a defensive formation, their bodies coiling protectively around William. He leapt off the leading serpent, lan
William scanned the elemental, searching for any sign of weakness. The core was the key, he reminded himself, the central point of its power. His eyes finally settled on a pulsating spot near the center of the elemental’s chest. It glowed brighter than the rest, a rhythmic pulse that seemed to dictate the flow of the elemental’s energy.“Focus your attacks on the core!” William shouted to his serpents. They immediately adjusted their strategy, striking with renewed purpose. The elemental roared in response, sensing the threat to its core. It lashed out with waves of fire, each blast more intense than the last. William could feel the heat searing his skin, but he pushed through the pain, determined to see this through.Drawing upon the power of the crystal he had obtained, William channeled its energy into his sword. The blade glowed with a brilliant light, cutting through the fiery air with ease. He advanced on the elemental, dodging its attacks with agility born of desperation. Each
William and his undead serpents moved cautiously through the dense forest, the sunlight filtering through the thick canopy above. The tranquility of the forest was deceptive, hiding the dangers that lay in wait. He could sense the dungeon’s magic everywhere, warping the natural environment into something more sinister.The path they followed was narrow and winding, barely discernible through the underbrush. William’s senses were on high alert, every rustle of leaves and snap of a twig putting him on edge. The forest felt alive, watching their every move with unseen eyes.As they walked, William noticed strange symbols carved into the trees. They were similar to the ones he had seen in the earlier parts of the dungeon, ancient runes that pulsed with a faint, magical glow. He studied them closely, trying to decipher their meaning. They seemed to form a pattern, a trail leading deeper into the forest.“We must be on the right track,” he murmured to himself. “These runes are guiding us.”
**Chapter Two: Into the Heart of the Dungeon**The vast plain stretched out before William and his undead serpents, a seemingly endless expanse of green grass and wildflowers. The serenity of the landscape was at odds with the sense of foreboding that hung in the air. William knew that the dungeon’s trials would not be so easily discerned; the calm was only a prelude to the coming storm.As they moved across the plain, William noticed strange formations in the distance—mounds of earth that seemed unnaturally placed. He approached one cautiously, his serpents coiled and ready. The mound was covered in thick, tangled vines that pulsed with a faint, green light. William reached out, brushing the vines aside to reveal an entrance leading underground.“This must be another part of the dungeon,” William said, peering into the dark tunnel. “We need to be prepared for anything.”With his sword drawn, he led his serpents into the tunnel. The air inside was cool and damp, the walls lined with g