Chapter 104: The Imprisoned Species

Chapter 104: The Imprisoned Species

The news that they were facing a copyette had its impact on the group. Dallion wasnt that alarmed, but the others definitely were. It could be seen in their actions and behavior, resulting in a significant drop in combat efficiency. There had been several more ambushes as the group made their way towards the guardian chamber. At this point, no one bothered to count. Not that it matteredthe creatures were intelligent enough to merge into several groups before attacking.

Copyettes Dallion had only the most basic knowledge about them. Up till now, all he knew was that they were one of the seven species of the world. The part about them being imprisoned, or even the fact that an entire species could be imprisoned, was absolutely new to him. It was also terrifying. So far, almost everything Dallion had seen of the world was much better than Earthlife appeared much simpler in a good way, as if he were living in a fairytale. However, now and then Dallion could see things that hinted of a much darker picture beneath the surface.

Because they had tried to take over the world, the copyettes had been cursed to be scattered and exist only in thousands of awakened realms as guardians. Dallion had no idea what it took to achieve this, but it sounded as outright terrifying.

Normally, a person would never come across a copyette. To face them, one had to enter the awakened realm of an area the size of a county. However, every so often one would appear in an ancient artifact. And now they had.

There it is, Arthurows broke the silence. Whats the plan?

Dallion didnt reply at once. If the copyette was capable of magic, as the rest claimed, entering a as group would be a terrible idea. One even moderately powerful area of effect spell and the trial would be over.

How many people have tried to complete this dagger? Dallion turned to Vend.

No idea. It was at level two, when the guild bought it. Id say six-seven groups have tried after that.

Six or seven groups, Dallion thought. Not much at all.

We do it like last time, Dallion said. I go there alone, then the rest of you attack it from behind. Since its intelligent, it will be expecting a trap, so thats what well give it. When you charge in, itll probably do something to face you. Then Ill attack. Thatll catch it off guard for a moment. Then you have to finish it.

Thats risky, Cellano said. What if it changes into you? How can we tell you apart?

Ill target its head. We can see each others markers, so youll know which is the real me. Just be sure to target it as you charge in. I dont want to wonder whether youre you.

Are you sure itll talk to you? Falkner asked.

It will. Dallion took the harpsisword off his back. Theres always something to say.

Dallion gave Vend a quick glance. There was no indication whether the echo was approving or not of his action. The only thing it did was to nod, expecting him to proceed.

Okay, here goes, Dallion thought. This was the moment of truth. Dallions immediate destiny depended on the outcome of this battle. Interestingly enough, he seemed rather calm about it. Rather, it was the oppositehe was looking forward. Unlike the rest, hearing about copyettes so much made Dallion curious to the extreme. What sort of creature would it be? Could a creature that took any form have one of its own? One way or another, in a few moments he was going to find out.

Halfway to the chambers entrance, Dallion looked over his shoulder. Everyone was there, in the distance, ready to charge. Falkner was standing a few steps in front of everyone else, looking intensely in Dallions direction. He was the eyes of the outfit. While Dallion was extremely impressed by the partys growth, he whispered a quick prayer for them not to mess up. From experience, hed seen that they tended not to do too well when facing something new, especially if it was something they feared.

The guardian chamber was quite different from what Dallion expected. The dome was smooth and perfectly shaped, like the inside of an eggshell. This was no mere coincidencesomeone had gone through great pains to sculpt it in such a fashion. Large life-size statues of quartz stood motionless near the walls, arranged like chess pieces on a board. Any of them could be the copyette. A few seconds later, Dallion saw they werentthere was a large throne of white quartz in the middle of the chamber, a throne on which another Dallion was sitting.

Hey, the copy Dallion said.

Hey, Dallion responded. Not the best first greeting, come to think of it. Interestingly, the creature's clothes were the opposite color of Dallions, as if he was looking at a negative of himself to an extent.

LEVEL 3 GUARDIAN

I know, and Im telling you the ability isnt that good. You have a harpsisword. What do you need a stupid dagger for? Not to mention you can never improve it further.

I have something in mind. Now it was Dallions turn to smile. So, what happens to you when I clear the dagger? Do you die?

Arent you used to killing? Youll have a very short career as an awakened if you aren't. Theres every chance that youll be drafted the moment war breaks out. I was. There was a sudden chill in the air. And to answer your question, I dont know. Maybe Ill wake up in another item, maybe I wont. I didnt have the skill to know any of the important answers. Suddenly, the copyette turned to the side. Your friends have started their charge. They should be here in a bit. A pity since I wanted to have a longer chat.

We can have a longer chat if you surrender, Dallion offered.

No. The copyette stood up from the throne. We cant.

COMBAT INITIATED

Falkner and Cellano came charging in, followed shortly by Bel. Dallion expected the copyette to turn around to face them. Instead, the copy of Dallion remained as it was, not even turning around to face them. With the massive throne protecting his back, there was some reasoning, though Dallion didnt expect such a course of action.

The attackers split into two groups, charging along either side of the hall. No sooner had they done so than the quartz statues came to life.

Then again, a few more words would hardly hurt, the copyette smiled.

Crap! This wasnt something that Dallion had foreseen.

There were no rectangles visible above the statues, but even so their fighting style was much more sophisticated than anything so far. It was as if two sets of awakened were fighting one another, each using similar tactics and approaches.

Copies of the previous group that reached this far, the fake Dallion explained. They dont have the health of your current group, but make up for it in numbers. Also, their technique is a bit better.

I take it, you dont want to talk to them.

Dallion gripped his harpsisword. Blue hues appeared all over the copyettes body; not only the humanoid copy that Dallion expected the guardian to be, the statues and even the throne had blue spots all over them as wellexcitement, joy, and sadness all mixed in one. The creature was looking forward to the battle.

We fought you in the tunnels up to here, Dallion said.

Indeed, you did. As I said, I could have pretended to be some ordinary guardian. The copyette waved a hand. A colossus or something. But then I saw you and I changed my mind. I wanted to get a chance to have a chat. Thank you for which. I know you must have considered just charging in.

No worries, I was curious as well. Dallion glanced at the strings. Three tones, three strings. The last time that he had played for an extended period of time, there had been painful repercussions. As things stood, he didnt have much of a choice. Even with Falkner defeating one statue, two more had gone his way. Cellano was having serious problems with his, as was Bel. As for Arthurows, he still hadnt entered the chamber.

I have to admit, the last member of your group is quite clever. He knows that hell be at a disadvantage here, so hes chosen to stay behind and kill whatever emerges from the chamber. Friend or foe.

Dallion didnt agree with the statement. He knew Arthurows was more likely staying behind to avoid any actual fighting. Thankfully, that had turned out to be a good idea for once.

Wont you send the throne at me? Dallion asked.

I could, but it would be such a waste. You allowed me to chat a bit, although you didnt have to. In thanks Ill face you in your own fashion. The guardian reached for the throne. His hand sunk in the solid quartz surface, then emerged again, this time holding a harpsisword.

Harp versus harp, the copyette said. You have the first move.