Chapter 1272: Wrapping Up the Expedition

Chapter 1272: Wrapping Up the Expedition

Fighting for several days down in the fifth is a truly unpleasant experience. The only thing that makes it bearable is seeing the gradual transformation taking place within the purified area.

Unable to survive without native, fifth stratum mana, the poisonous moulds, toxic flowers, slime and mucous strands that cover almost every surface here have died off. Even the mucus river, thick and disgusting as it is, can't help but be somewhat purified by the time it's made its way through the safe-zone.

If we were to remain here long enough, I wonder if we might see the original, natural environment of the fifth begin to return and flourish, but goodness knows how long that would take. In fact, I doubt it ever could, considering we would need to restore the mana that had persisted here before it had become corrupted. I doubt anyone on Pangera can remember what that was, except perhaps for the Ancients.

However, eventually we reach the end of the experiment, and it's time to pack up and go home to the fourth.

"The more time we spend in the fifth, the more I want to conquer it," I confess to Brendant.

The dutiful soldier has been in stellar form as the leader of our expedition. Her cool and collected leadership from the front has been the anchor holding this entire operation in place. Honestly, I've been impressed.

"I think I know what you mean, Eldest," she confesses. "This place rejects any attempt to even live here with such ferocity, I can't help but want to rise to the challenge."

The Colony is in the process of removing all our temporary defences and earthworks. Naturally, we terraformed the safe-zone to be as convenient as possible, but since we're leaving, there's no reason to leave it behind and let the Krath go over everything.

I have no doubt that they're watching us, but the damn slugs are so sneaky I can barely catch a whiff of them with any of my senses. Their mana, their appearance, their scent, everything about them blends into the fifth so perfectly they're practically indistinguishable from a wall. Every time I think I've caught a glimpse of one, it vanishes just as quickly.

Though their malevolent interference didn't stop at just watching.

It's impossible that the monsters we fought were only those naturally spawning in the area. We battled against way, way more than that.

Tiny, Crinis, Invidia and I are the last remaining members, and I send the three of them up first before I retreat myself.

As I climb up the wall and make my way across the roof, I spy a pair of eyes peeking out from behind a mucus strand, watching me with a burning hatred.

Oho... Mr Krath. Let your guard down now that you saw us leaving, did you? How delicious.

Masking all sign of my efforts, I continue to climb toward the entrance to the shaft, and the moment I set my claws upon it, I let the spell rip.

Gravity Bomb!

HOOOOOOOOWLLLL!

It's not a super strong one, nor is it empowered, but it's sure to cause a heck of a mess. I don't remain to see what happens, but begin my climb back to the fourth stratum, chuckling to myself.

By the time I reach the top, I haven't received a notification from Gandalf regarding any dead Krath, so I assume it managed to squirm away somehow.

Gweheheheh.

Hope you liked my farewell gift, slug. Don't worry, you'll be seeing me again before too long.