The answer was, unfortunately, a resounding no. No, the Knight was absolutely, certainly in no way aware of the god damned lich.
Despite its cackling laughter. And ongoing monologue. And the skeletons it was summoning. And the skulls floating mid-air. The Knight was not aware. His entire focus was on Kyle, and his apparently ‘vile’ intent.
“I will kill you!” The man shouted, making Kyle lose whatever hope he had. He quickly ran behind a group of skeletons as he hoped they would target the higher level player. He was a tank, he had to have a passive skill that taunted his enemies, or increased the likelihood of being targeted, right?
“You can’t hide behind your puny summons!” He shouted at the top of his lungs.
“YOU DARE DISTURB MY RESEARCH?” The lich’s voice echoed in the circular room he slowly stood up on his throne made of bones. “I WILL RAIN MY WRATH UPON YOU, PUNY HUMAN!”
“I’m not scared of your threats!” The Knight shouted, pointing his sword at Kyle.
“I’m not threatening you!” Kyle exclaimed. “How stupid can you be?” He shouted in desperation. “There’s a lich! A LICH!” He insisted, only to be ignored.
“I WILL MAKE YOU PAY FOR YOUR TRANSGRESSIONS!” The Lich shouted and hopped off his throne. “YOU HAVE MET YOUR END, HUMAN!”
“I will kill you!” The Knight shouted again, and rushed at Kyle, brushing past the Lich on his way there.
“MORTAL SHACKLES!” The Lich exclaimed as the Knight passed by. Ethereal chains appeared around both of them. Kyle’s eyes widened, he leapt back before the chains could catch him. The Knight also noticed them, and promptly turned to face the Lich.
“Finally, see, there’s a Lich!” Kyle exclaimed with relief, only to watch in horror as the knight hit the lich with all his strength and turned his attention back at Kyle as soon as the lich was staggered.
“You’ve got to be joking.” He whispered as he retreated.
“PAY FOR YOUR TRANSGRESSIONS, HUMAN!” The Lich shouted again and summoned another host of skeletons.
“Enough!” The Knight responded and bashed the nearest skeleton’s skull in with his shield. He raised his blade and cut off another skeleton’s head. Kyle used this short moment to quickly run and hide behind the Lich’s throne.
“YOU SHALL BECOME MY SERVANT FOR ALL ETERNITY!” The Lich’s voice once again echoed as it pointed at the Knight. “DEATH BOLT!” It exclaimed, revealing what spell it was casting. Kyle flinched as a skull shaped projectile formed at the end of the Lich’s bony finger and rushed at the Knight.
“I will kill you!” The knight shouted, tanking the projectile without hesitation. His health bar appeared on top of his head and dropped to about three quarters. Kyle pressed his palm against his forehead. How tanky was that guy?
“I SHALL GRIND YOUR BONES TO DUST AND-“
“Shut up, my god you’re loud!” The Knight shouted at the top of his lungs, and smacked the Lich’s hallow skull with his shield.
Kyle bit his lips. “Yes!” He whispered quietly. “That’s the boss, not me! Kill it!” At level 17, he had no hope of killing a lich, especially not solo. But if this dumb knight was strong enough to kill it, Kyle would gladly reap the rewards. Besides, there was no way out of a boss room once the fight had been initiated. He desperately needed the knight to kill this self-righteous Lich if he wanted to get out of here without dying.
“DEATH BOLT!” The Lich repeated. It pointed at the knight again, but the guy remembered to raise his shield this time. A satisfying clank sounded as the bolt hit the metal shield and shattered. Kyle’s eyes widened. The dumb knight had a spell blocking shield!
Oh, what he wouldn’t give to get his hands on such a rare item! But that simply wasn’t possible. He shook his head. Survival was his first priority. Getting the Lich killed was the first step in his plan. Then, just maybe, he could talk some sense into this guy’s head. If he paused to listen, of course.
The knight raised his blade and hit the Lich again, then raised his shield to block his next death bolt. The battle continued for a while as both of their health dropped lower and lower. Every time the knight failed to block the Lich’s spells, Kyle died a little inside.
“Please…” He whispered. He even considered stepping out of his little hiding place to help the Knight, but he was more than a little sure that the guy would just come after him instead of killing the Lich first. He couldn’t risk that.
The knight broke off the Lich’s right arm as it tried to cast a spell again. Kyle clenched his fists. The boss’ health was so low that it was just barely visible, but the Knight also had very little health left.
“I CURSE YOU, PUNY HUMAN!” The Lich shouted. Kyle’s eyes widened as it flew up into the air and pointed down upon the Knight. “MAY YOUR SOUL NEVER FIND REST!” Form it’s hand, a dozen skulls rained down. The Death Bolt’s hit the ground, only to explode. The Knight hid behind his metal shield, but it couldn’t protect him from the explosions happening all around him.
“How about you try running?!” Kyle shouted. He couldn’t help himself, the projectiles were so slow that even someone in heavy armour and slowed movement could easily evade them! The Knight’s eyes widened, his head jerked as his gaze snapped at Kyle.
“There you are!” He shouted, and took a step towards Kyle, only to get in the way of one of the Death Bolts.
“My god…” Kyle muttered as a text appeared before him.
‘Player Killed’
‘Gained 100 EXP, 5 Glory’
“Unbelievable.” Kyle muttered as he swiped at the panel to dismiss it. The Lich continued to pommel the ground with death bolts before floating back down.
Kyle braced himself, he was next. But it had nearly no health left. He could win this, a single hit was all he needed after all. He tightened his grasp on the hilt of his sword, then dashed out from behind the bone throne.
His steps carried him to the unsuspecting Lich, and he hit it’s already cracked skull with all his might.
The sound of bones shattering echoed in the circular boss room as the skull exploded into a cloud of dust.
Kyle stumbled backwards, and breathed a sigh of relief, waiting for the notification to pop up. A second passed, then another, then a third. The bone dust on the ground moved, almost as if a wind was pushing it.
“Oh, no.” Kyle muttered as he noticed the health bar slowly flashing red. The Lich wasn’t dead yet!
Kyle glanced around in a panic as it struck him. “It’s a Lich, you dumbass!” He scolded himself. “It’s dead already!” He looked away from the bone dust slowly swirling on the ground, and scoured the room with his gaze. A phylactery! That was what he really needed to find! That was what Liches used to store their souls in… Or something like that. He couldn’t quite remember all fantasy lore in a stressful situation like this. A phylactery… What would it look like? A bottle? A box? He’d never seen one before! He felt like he was looking for needle in a haystack, except the needle wasn’t a needle – it could be anything! Because why not!? Annoyed at the early demise of the Knight, the very much unnecessary resurrection of the lich, and his lack of knowledge on what a phylactery was supposed to look like, he turned his gaze towards the dust again, hoping to see some form of clue. Maybe a line pointing towards where the phylac
Kyle fiddled with the phylactery as the Lich floated around its boss room. He seemed to be in some distress, and the more he looked around, the more he seemed to suffer. Kyle turned his attention back at the Phylactery. It was a fist sized crystal bottle that would probably not break if he tried to smash it into the ground. Crystals were sturdier than glass according to in game lore, and the bottle was quite thick as well. The green liquid swirled and churned inside constantly, its colour seemed to reflect the Lich’s mood as it was getting darker and darker as it flew around. “MY BOOKS! MY CENTURIES OF RESEARCH! MY LIFE’S AND DEATH’S WORK!” He let out a cry of despair, sending chills down Kyle’s spine. “YOU DESTROYED THEM!” He continued to cry. “Sorry about that.” Kyle averted his gaze. As… terrifying this Lich was, he seemed more and more desperate as time passed. Sure, it was a very powerful being that lived for several centuries, but at the
“Hi…” Kyle mumbled as he stepped inside. The dust, the burn marks and any battle mark on the ground and walls had vanished. The marble floor was pristine, as if it was laid down just a few hours ago.“MOST OF MY POWER IS RESTORED NOW.” The Lich kindly informed him, by nearly blowing his ears off.“Please keep your voice down. I know you like shouting, but it genuinely hurts me.” Kyle reminded him as he let go of the hilt of his sword.“SORRY…” Cacophus replied with a surprisingly little voice. His green eyes’ glow dimmed as he covered his mouth with his skeletal hands. Kyle couldn’t help but chuckle upon seeing him like that.“It’s fine. As long as you’re careful, it’s fine.” He said, almost feeling bad for the Lich. “So… what now?”“MY RESEARCH IS MOSTLY DESTROYED.” The lich shot him a hurt look. Green mist escaped
As soon as he stepped between the trees, he found himself staring at the pointy end of a spear. The sun’s light reflected off of the shining metal, nearly blinding him as he tried to look at the weapon. “Give us one reason to let you live!” “Uh… I come in peace?” He suggested, raising his hands in an attempt to show he wasn’t reaching his weapon. “Don’t dare cast spells!” Another voice shouted as more elves appeared all around. “I’m not a mage!” Kyle quickly tried to clarify. “I have no magic whatsoever!” “Then what are you doing here?” Another one of the elves asked. His deep voice startled Kyle as he stepped out of the woods. He was taller than the others, and his long, white hair swept the floor behind him as he approached Kyle. “This orchard is only of use to mages. Are you with that other human then?” Kyle gulped. This elf’s voice carried power. Angering him seemed like a horrible idea. “What other human?” Kyle asked. “I d
He stroked the neck of the brown horse as he waited. He wasn’t dumb enough to go searching for a knight in the middle of a forest. As the dumb one had already demonstrated that class was quite powerful and required minimal intelligence. A minute passed, then a second, then a third. Kyle waited patiently, an unlit torch in hand. Not long after, a rustle sounded from the dense forest on the other side of the bridge. As the sound of snapping branches and crushed dry leaves reached his ears, Kyle stood up and lit his torch from the small campfire he made a while ago. He walked forward and stood at the edge of the cliff. The front of his boots touched the wooden planks of the bridge as someone burst through the woods on the other side. Kyle’s faint smile vaporised as soon as he saw the other person. “Not you again!” He cried out as the knight of his demise also froze mid step. “You!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, prompting Kyle into action. T
“I hope the bridge wasn’t too important.” Kyle added apologetically. “I didn’t really have any other choice.” The elven leader shook his head. “It was of no consequence.” He said with a sigh. “Despite being human, you have proven your…” he hesitated, as if he were searching for a proper word. “My use?” Kyle suggested with a grin and was rewarded with a surprised expression. “Look, that same knight had been harassing me for a while too, so it was actually fun to have a little bit of revenge, you know?” he shrugged. “And I got to help you guys too.” He gestured towards the sickly tree. “I would love to help out with that too, but I’m no mage, nor do I know anyone who could be of help.” The elf’s lips curled up with a smile. “It’s quite alright. You have delivered on your promise, and we will not do any less than that. You may have as many fruits as you wish, but do not attempt to take any from this tree. They will only bring harm, as they have been corrupted by
The sound of metal hitting the rock walls of the caves echoed. The rhythmic sound was quite annoying, and clearly audible even after closing the door leading outside Cacophus’ room. Kyle’s gaze followed the Lich, who seemed to be disinterested in the noise. How he was not bothered was beyond Kyle, but then again, the man was dead. He had been dead for who knows how long, and he was a Lich. If anything, he must have developed quite the patience during the centuries he spent being dead. Kyle sighed. As much as Cacophus was dead, he was not. And this noise was seriously getting on his nerves. He wanted to ask what the hell the Lich was making his skeletal workforce do, other than meaninglessly expanding the caverns, but Cacophus had (very loudly) asked not to be disturbed as he inspected the crystal fruits. Kyle already regretted his choice to wait until he was done. He was seriously going through every single fruit, checking them one by one. Every time his bone fingers
The camp wasn’t too large, but it was crowded enough to make Kyle somewhat nervous. There were three goblins sitting around a campfire. All three of them had makeshift spears near them, and one of them had a shiny, possibly human made sword on its back. There were two tents, one of them was a bit torn, and Kyle could see through the tears that another goblin slept inside. He couldn’t spy any weapons though, so it would probably be fairly easy to kill. Atop a large rock on the other side of the campfire, an archer sat. The goblin was probably supposed to be a lookout but looking out was not what it was doing. It was cleaning its brown, dirty fingernails. “Right,” He repeated to try and calm his racing heart. This was going to be the first camp he ever cleared, and he wanted to do it properly. The levels of the creatures were all 19, with only the archer and the sleeping gobbling being 17. They were within the proper experience gain range. The only thin
The serene white light changed as soon as they stepped into the garden. It grew brighter, lighting up even the darkest corners of the garden. “Finally.” Azazel whispered. He calmly stepped towards the bright white light. “It’s been so long.” He and the rest of the group arrived before the tree. The Fallen Angel reached for the tree, only for his fingers to touch a barrier surrounding it. The yellow-brown barrier rippled as soon as the Fallen Angel’s fingertips touched it. Azazel flinched, and pulled his hand back as a look of disgust appeared on his face. With furrowed brows and blazing eyes, he turned around, and shouted at the top of his lungs. “Show yourself, Demon!” Droigheann flinched. “He’s here?!” The Demon of the Nightbloom asked wide eyed as he unsheathed his blade, and put his helmet on without hesitation. Luke stepped forward, making sure to stand in front of Caille and Kyle. Igna tightened her grip on the hilt of her blade, while Cacophus’s bony fingers rummaged through
The fully armoured knight dropped his sword and tried to grab the slimy goo with both of his hands. The goo only latched onto his helmet further as he struggled. The man started to stumble a few moments later.Kyle couldn’t help but laugh a little, though his near brush against death kept him from enjoying Jeffrey’s suffering. The knight soon managed to grab onto the goo properly, and threw it away, only to be met with Kyle’s light magic.“Bolt of Light!” The young man shouted, then as the Knight raised his hand to cover his eyes from the bright golden light, he dashed towards him, blade in hand. He hadn’t used a sword properly in ages, not since he’d gotten his Summoner class, and started summoning powerful people such as Aoris, or Irena. But Aoris and Irena were busy protecting the cathedral, and Droigheann had his hands full with the remaining group of enemies.And he had a particular hatred against Jeffrey and his constant stupidity. He grabbed the hilt of his blade with both his
“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Kyle rolled his eyes as the enemy charged at him and his allies. Jeffrey’s ridiculous accusations and ignorant behaviour was the last thing he needed at the moment.Droigheann unsheathed his blade and struck the ground with it. Black veins spread across the grey marble plaza, originating from his blade. They leapt off the ground, reaching for Jeffrey and his allies.“Fire storm!” A voice boomed. Kyle flinched as a whirling storm of flames burnt away the roots and veins. Droigheann gritted his teeth and removed his swords from the ground. “Damn mages,” The Demon grunted as he stepped forward. His helmet materialised in his hand, and he promptly put it on.“SHALL I DISPATCH OF THEM, KYLE?” Cacophus’ sudden question surprised him. “Yeah, please help Droigheann.” Kyle hissed as he pointed at the group. “We shouldn’t waste much time on them.”As he spoke, several shards of crystallised light formed at his fingertips. He fired them at the man leading the charge.“AS YO
Kyle took the first step down the grey marble staircase. As his feet touched the ancient slabs, he involuntarily flinched.Azazel and Droigheann followed just a step behind, along with Cacophus, who chose to float next to them.“AMAZING, IT HAS BEEN PRESERVED PERFECTLY!” The Lich exclaimed, pausing just a few steps in, and carefully inspecting the waist high walls preventing them from falling off the side. “LOOK AT THIS CRAFTMANSHIP!”Kyle shot a glance at the waist hight wall. It was covered in intricate carvings from top to bottom. Just a few meters of this wall must have taken weeks to create, if not more. “Yeah, it’s amazing.”“Just like the legends.” Droigheann carefully ran his finger along the carvings. “A city of ancient wonders, housing powers beyond imagination, made from the most beautiful materials by the best craftsmen ever to grace the face of this world.”“Seems about right.” Azazel pointed at the buildings. “Any one of these would have taken months to perfect, if not y
The Necronomicon’s pages turned on their own. Kyle waited patiently for the book to settle on a page. Once it did, he read through the spell. It was a modified dispel spell.“Stand back, just in case.” He said to the others. Everyone took a few steps back, even Cacophus who had just arrived. The Lich didn’t speak, but the green glows in his eye sockets glimmered and lit up brightly with excitement.Kyle’s lips curled up with a faint smile for a moment before he turned his gaze back to the Necronomicon. “Open thine gates, lift thine veil.” He recited the spell’s words clearly. “Allow me passage to what is rightfully mine, as I hold the Book of Ancient Secrets!”A moment passed before the spell fully took effect. The barrier around the Ancient City of Necron began to lower as Kyle felt his vitality drain with alarming speed. He looked down at the back of his hand with a panic as the few locks of dark hair dangling before his eyes slowly began to turn white.The mark of the Evertree glow
The elderly woman took the two pieces of the hourglass in her hand. A faint, almost mellow smile appeared on her lips as she closed her fingers around the pieces of the hourglass. “I am in your debt, Azazel, young man.” She whispered as she clenched her fingers further. The muffled sound of something cracking sounded. Then, a fine dust flowed from between her fingers. The cool breeze caught the dust, carrying it away from the patio. The elderly woman smiled. “No, come back.” Her voice was calm, almost as if she was speaking to an old friend. “I’m right here.” The wind whirled, suddenly changed its direction, and blew the dust right back at her. She closed her eyes and smiled. Kyle braced himself for… something. “It’s alright now.” Her motherly voice reached his ears. “It feels good to be whole again.” She turned her gaze towards the sky. “It is a beautiful day, isn’t it?” Kyle disagreed. Dark clouds covered the sky. “It is good to have you back, Record Keeper.” Azazel bowed his
It was a misty morning and getting out of bed felt like a huge chore. He still dragged himself out of bed, albeit slowly, and staggered towards the hot spring. He paused in front of the mirror for a second. The bite marks on his neck were awfully visible. Vis had definitely taken some of her frustrations out of him last night.He let out a sigh and went to take a bath. She was rightfully upset, and he didn’t care about how he looked too much. He bathed, then got dressed and opened the door of his room, only to see Droigheann standing there, leaning against the wall.“I didn’t realise you’d come out.” Kyle said as he fixed his cloak and hair before the mirror.“You were asleep.” Droigheann explained with a faint smile. “You found the second half of the hourglass.” He stated with a hint of curiosity in his voice. Kyle nodded. “We did. We almost died for it too.” He shuddered. “I’m never going back to the Celestial Plane.”Droigheann laughed out loud. “That is indeed a good idea.” The De
His eyes shot wide open, and he stared at the grey ceiling above him. A couple of moths were walking in rough circles. One of them tried to fly, only to continuously hit the ceiling afterwards.He blinked a few times as he tried to figure out where he was.“You’re awake!” A panicked voice reached his ears. “Rhealis, they’re back!” It took him a moment to recognise Vis’ voice. A cold hand pressed against his forehead as he slowly began to notice the numbness around his right arm. There was a mild pain too.Footsteps approached as Kyle tilted his head to look at Vis. “Did something happen while we were gone?” He asked with a crusty voice. He licked his dry lips. He could use some water right now.“Your arm got charred!” Vis hissed wide eyed. Was she angry? “And the Fallen Angel’s wings started bleeding!”“Indeed,” Rhealis approached them with a glass of water in her hand. She helped Kyle sit upright, then gave him the glass. He drank it without hesitation. The water passing through his
Azazel led him through the distorted landscape in a hurry. “They can’t see as well here.” The Fallen Angel explained as soon as they walked through a cathedral door and fell upwards. Kyle hit the ceiling with a muffled thud. A thick, soft carpet had broken his fall.He moaned with pain still. Constantly falling somewhere was slowly taking its toll on him. His back couldn’t take many more falls. “Why?” He asked as he sat upright and rubbed his sides.Azazel flew up and closed the cathedral’s door. “Because of the distortions. They don’t see things as you do. They see what something is, can be, and was.” The Fallen Angel hesitated upon seeing Kyle’s confused expression. “You don’t understand, do you?”Kyle shook his head. “Nope.”Azazel’s shoulders dropped with disappointment. “When you see something,” The Angel said, speaking slower th