Cacophus’ report was surprising extensive. He had an answer to each of Kyle’s questions, and by the time he finished speaking, Kyle felt he already knew everything he needed to know. He almost didn’t feel the need to visit the two groups. But what if there was a quest?
That possibility alone prompted him to hop off the bone throne, and head out. “I’ll be back… probably some time tomorrow.” He let the Lich know before he left. Once he was outside, he summoned the Raven first.
“Go,” he said with a smile on his lips. “Towards the elves, scout for me.” The large raven cawed, it stretched its wings wide before taking off. Kyle hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “Come forth,” He said softly. “Fallen Knight Aoris.”
From the magical mist, the armoured knight appeared.
“I see no enemies,” She stated coldly. “And I sense the raven is scouting already. Why have you called for me, Summoner?”
Kyle started walking, gesturing her to follow him. “K
The sound of metal hitting metal echoed in the narrow hallways. The Fallen Knight’s battle with the miniboss of this dungeon had been going on for nearly five minutes, and neither armoured knight seemed to be winning or losing. Kyle leaned against the wall and watched. As much as he wanted to interfere, The Fallen Knight Aoris had requested he stay out of this battle, claiming it was the proper and honourable thing to fight this one on one. While Kyle didn’t care much about what was honourable and what was not, he had accepted her request still. Her opponent, wielding a great axe, was a knight clad in armour as black as ink. His violent strikes hit the ground and walls, barely missing the Fallen Knight. Each one of his strikes shook the ground and sent tremors throughout these catacombs. Kyle let out a deep sigh. His visit to the dwarves was eventless, and he had spent even less time there than he did in the elven grove. After confirming everything was fine,
There were plenty of small, insignificant dungeons to clear around the large field of grass neighbouring the Cloudrest Mountains region, even without crossing the chasm, or approaching the village. And Kyle was at the final room of one of those dungeons again, facing off against a large minotaur wearing nothing but some rags, and wielding a brass battle axe. The creature was on the other end of the long, yet somewhat narrow room when Kyle stepped in. The young man had taken this chance to pelt the monster with bolt after bolt of light magic. By the time the creature had come into melee range, all Kyle had to do was poke it once with his ordinary sword. The minotaur fell with ease, and Kyle wiped the sweat off of his forehead. ‘Level up!’ He ignored the notification and checked the loot he had gathered in this dungeon. Soon, a smile appeared on his lips. While nothing he had found was of particular value, he could sell all this for a n
“I think health is more important!” Igna argued against Caille claim that all of his stats should be allocated to intelligence. “Look, I get what you mean, but this isn’t about how many hits the man can take!” Caille tried to explain patiently. “He can’t get hit once, that’s my whole point. The enemy needs to die before it can get in range to hit him. If it doesn’t, then he dies. It’s as simple as that.” “If he can take a hit or two more while his summons finish the enemy off, then he won’t have to die is my point. Why are you trying to make him focus on dealing damage himself? That’s what his summons are for!” Igna’s argument was a sound one as well. Kyle let out a sigh. Yes, Igna’s argument was sound, but it didn’t apply to Kyle simply because unlike a normal player like Caille and Igna, he actually bled when he was wounded. He felt the pain as if it were real – it was real to him after all! If he got hit once, the pain itself could immobilise him, or the b
The path to the new lands led through the village. Knowing they would not be welcomed, Kyle urged the two women to hurry, and they passed the stone bridge in a hurry, before any of the villagers recognised Kyle. As soon as they reached the other side of the chasm, Kyle sent his raven to scout ahead, knowing they would enter new, unfamiliar territory soon. “Well, this place is awfully silent.” Caille mumbled as they walked through the near waist high tallgrass. Igna nodded, her hand rested on the hilt of her blade. “Too silent.” She mumbled. “The villagers believe an ancient vampire lives in the palace ruins up ahead.” Kyle explained. The soft breeze tugged at his clothes. The fields of tallgrass swayed with the wind. The motion reminded him of waves on the sea. It was pretty, but the unnatural silence also made it very, very eerie. “What?” Igna exclaimed as Caille’s eyes widened. She clenched her fists around her green braid until her knuckles turned white. “
“Blast.” Caille said with a calm voice as the group of seven men and women rushed towards Igna. Something purple flew from the Eldritch Witch’s hand, and hit the ground beneath the enemies’ feet, then promptly exploded, sending all seven of them flying. Igna rushed forward, at the nearest enemy, and drew the cursed blade she had bought from Kyle. She swung the blade, and then took a step back as it effortlessly cut through the scale mail armour her enemy was wearing. “Oh wow,” She smirked. “This definitely was a worthy purchase.” “Eldritch bolt.” Caille spoke again as the enemies thrown around with her previous spell started to gather around Igna. Kyle didn’t hesitate either, while her purple coloured spell hit one of the enemies, Kyle pointed at the ground beneath Igna’s feet. “Sunburst!” he exclaimed. Igna stood strong in the middle of all seven enemies. As Kyle’s spell took effect, their opponents started to fall one by one. Whenever his light spel
The wind tugged at their clothes and blew their hair back as they looked down, to the forested area below. A few moments passed in silence as Kyle’s gaze leapt between the land below and Igna, who seemed to be lost in thought. He could almost hear the gears turning in her head. She licked her lips, then a faint smile appeared. “Yeah.” She finally spoke. “Yeah, why not?” She asked as she stepped closer to the edge of the rock. “Why shouldn’t I claim these lands as my own?” She looked at Kyle. “Right?” She asked, her eyes glimmering with excitement. “I am the strongest after all. If they want it, they can try to pry it away from me.” She muttered. “And thus, Igna’s villain arc begins!” Caille giggled. “What?” Igna snapped out of her daze and scowled. “No!” She exclaimed as blood rushed to her face. “Oh, come on, this was your idea first! You can’t mock me for it!” “After all, why should I?” Caille mimicked Igna’s voice as she giggled. “O
The sun was bright and had just now reached its peak. Yet as soon as they stepped through the treeline, the air seem to darken. The bright sunlight couldn’t pierce the veil of leaves and branches covering this vast, thick, and dense forest. The ground was covered with dead, fallen leaves. The earth was moist, almost as if it had rained not too long ago. The air was cool, almost cold under the forest roof. Birds chirped, and small critters scurried away as the three of them passed through the trees. Roots protruded from the earth, wrapping around each other, and making it difficult to walk. If they didn’t look where they stepped they could easily find themselves face first in the dirt. Kyle gulped as he led the group towards the are the vultures circled over. What could it be, he wondered. It was either a dying animal, a quest, or a recent battlefield. Only the second option seemed like a good one. “This place is nerve wrecking.” Caille whispered after
“Alright, you understand what I said, right?” Kyle looked into the eye of the raven, only to see his own reflection in there. “God I hope you do.” He muttered as he raised his arm, and the bird flew off with a powerful beat of its wings. In its talons was a small glass vial filled with a red liquid. Kyle looked at the other vial in his hands. Igna’s ridiculous item hoard had finally paid off. She was able to give him both the vial the raven was carrying, and this vial of very powerful and very dangerous acidic substance. With this, he could easily get rid of the wooden planks sealing the well and take a bottle or two of its waters. That is, if the raven understood his words. He waited patiently, his gaze following the black bird in the air. It circled the village once, then flew over the large temple, to the barn slightly farther away from the other structures. The bird disappeared from his sight as it flew lower to the ground. The temple was blocking his vie