7.19 – Wraith

7.19 – Wraith

Since the dungeon provided no obvious path to them, they made the intuitive decision to head for the tallest of the nearby crumbling architecture. They needed a vantage point to take in their surroundings to make an informed decision on which direction to head. Climbing forty feet in the air and peering out at the sprawling ruins might provide an obvious landmark to work toward.

And Natalie did assume there would be some such landmark. It was already uncharacteristic for the dungeon to drop them into such an open space, but there was always some goal. How else would they find a boss or escape? Or find their teammates? As strange as the dungeon could be at times, it was usually fair and straightforward.

Except when they stole one of its prized monsters, Natalie mentally corrected with amusement. But even then they hadn't been truly overwhelmed. The dungeon hadn't thrown level twenties at them, it had just moved the difficulty from 'normal' to 'hellish' in retaliation.

Gripping [Valentine], Natalie forged forward. She was tense with anticipation as she made slow progress, Vanetta trailing behind with daggers drawn. This was the third floor, so the challenges would be the hardest yet. Maybe comparable to the goblin fights. Plus they were missing their mage and support, so their versatility was significantly limited.

There was also the nature of the environment that put her on edge. At least in the typical dungeon cave tunnel, there were limited places a monster could pop out from. Not only were these decaying ruins open in all directions, there was also endless cover to take; danger could surge out from anywhere. Her eyes lingered on the most obvious hiding places, but there were simply too many to keep track of.

As fitting of any other floor, said danger found them without delay. Less than a quarter of the way to the nearby crumbling tower, ghostly wisps of white-blue light seeped from the ground. In a matter of seconds, an armored humanoid assembled itself. It wielded a two-handed sword, face covered by a helm.

[Fallen Wraith - Lv. 3]

A level three, though unlike the goblins of a similar level she'd fought, a full-fledged solo encounter, which meant it wouldn't be nearly as easy to dispatch as any single goblin. Especially with only Vanetta as backup rather than a full team. The dungeon may or may not have made the creature weaker in compensation for their enforced disadvantage, but Natalie wouldn't assume so outright; that would be foolish. For all she knew, the dungeon was still mad about Malice.

She was never one to waste time gawking at an appeared monster, so she was charging before it finished manifesting. With concern, she noted more wisps of blue light floating up onto a crumbling wall where a second humanoid appeared wielding a short-bow. A glance revealed it was seemingly human: male, with blunt features, though its ghostly appearance prevented her from thinking of it as a real human.

Likely, these creatures were the remnants of whoever lived in this civilization before cataclysm had struck. Not that this city was real, nor the disaster that had brought it to ruin. All of it was fabricated by the dungeon. Though was it, really? Some scholars thought the dungeon pulled echoes of other existences.

Either way, it wasn't truly real, though theoretically speaking, it might be a reflection of a place that once was.

Vanetta quirked an eyebrow, looked around, and lowered her daggers, seeing no more enemies.

"No illusions?"

"Saving mana," Natalie replied.

Vanetta nodded approvingly. "Good. Don't waste it on trash."

Natalie wasn't sure she'd have called it trash, though the Wraith certainly hadn't been a life-threatening engagement. She gestured at the wall. "You're quite the little acrobat," she said. It had been impressive how easily she'd scaled the wall to deliver a crippling blow onto the bowman Wraith. All one fluid motion.

Vanetta narrowed her eyes. "Little?" she repeated, with an edge to her voice.

Apparently she didn't like being called that.

Natalie coughed. "Just saying well done," she said.

Thankfully, they had a distraction to move past the misstep: the Wraith had finished disintegrating in classic dungeon style, and something happened that made the two girls blink. It didn't drop a monster core, as would be expected, but something else entirely.

Resting on the floor was a coin made of dark, faded pink metal.

[Token of Eros]