Chapter 341: The Dryad Scrolls

Chapter 341: The Dryad Scrolls

The best way to describe crackling infested lands, Dallion felt, was as if a volcano had erupted, covering everything with ash. Unlike the coast, there were no cities, or green patches, nothing but wilderness and dust, andon occasionthickets of rust trees. As surprising as it was, insects and animals still managed to exist adapting to the harsh environment. However, even they were easy to fall prey to the swarms of cracklings and rustlings. On several occasions Dallion watched how a bird would fly by only to suddenly get devoured by a swarm of insectoid cracklings that emerged from the ground only to disappear soon after. Interestingly enough, this suggested that the situation wasnt that bad. As Nil had said, all the damages were on the surfacethe cracklings were still very much bestial and didnt have the strength to form cities or even villages. With a little effort, a sanitation crew could clean the entire area in a matter of days, the same as Dallion had witnessed during the mansion job. However, that wasnt what concerned him.

Theres another forest up ahead. A crackling sparrow flew up to Dallion from the distance. Well have to go around it.

Thanks, Gleam. Dallion nodded. The shardfly had done a good job of masking him and herself so as not to be detected. Anything else?

Yeah. The city is just beyond that.

A city next to a rust patch. Not the best location, but the fourth guardian had warned Dallion about that. When the realm was at its height, the city of Ashthorn had been one of the jewels of the world, rivaling the hilt capital itself. After the ruin of the realm, it had turned into a shell of its former self, though instead of being destroyed by cracklings it was infested by rust plants.

You need to eat now and again, Nil reminded.

Later, Dallion replied. Theres no telling how long itll be before I get a chance to hunt anything.Gét latest novel chapters on nov(e)lbj/n(.)c/om

I see. So better starve now than starve later?

Dallion grumbled. Food was one of those things he tended to ignore in the awakened realms. It was purely due to the guardians insistence that he had taken anyin this case, a bag of berries. Now that he had it, he planned to make them last for as long as possible, which went against Nils advice. For some reason, the echo kept insisting that Dallion eat as much as soon as possible.

The branches of the rust trees trembled as Dallion walked past. While Gleam had used her illusion powder to make him appear as a crackling, the plants still didnt appreciate him being close. In this realm, both rust and cracks fought for resources, making them at best reluctant allies.

Was there lots of rust during your time? Dallion asked, his shardfly familiar.

Theres always been rust, Gleam replied. And there always will be. Most of the time its harmless. Except at mountain cliffs.

Doesnt look harmless to me.

Trust me, its harmless. Even when its territorial, it doesnt attack unless provoked. Just be careful when youre near water.

It took half a day to get round the forest of rust. On several occasions Dallion was tempted to just go right through. However, each time he took even a step in that direction, the branches of the trees transformed into rustpines. They didnt attackas Gleam had said, they were creatures that only reacted when provokedbut they made it clear that moving any closer was a bad idea.

At sunset, the city walls came into sight. They were very different from any Dallion had seen so far. For one thing, they were made completely of wood; not logs, not blocks, not even planks, but the entire wall was one monolithic structure made of wood. No known form of construction here or back on Earth was capable of achieving this. Either it was magic or the method had been lost to the ages. Considering this was a city of dryads, probably both held true.

Anything you can share, shield? Dallion asked.

Im a companion shield, not an architect, the dryad replied. He seemed unusually amused for some reason. I could make any variety of swords, shields, possibly a bench if I put in a lot of effort into it. It would take someone with skill to make anything bigger.

Youre talking about a Moon cleric?

Clerics could, but also the naturally gifted. Still, couldnt have been a lot of people in this place. As Duzhd said, other than the guardians, there werent a lot of awakened in this place. Whoever it was must have been important.

The question was whether the architect had erected the walls before the inhabitants of the world had been banished, or after.

Judging by its size, the city of Ashthorn had a population of millions. At present, it held less than a hundred. Thanks to Dallions music skill, he was able to see several clusters of fear grow within the city. Each time he tried to get close, however, the beings would quickly run off, disappearing within buildings or in the sewers beneath the city. It was like trying to catch a newspaper taken by the wind.

Not your thing? The armadil shield asked.

No, but theres one place Id like to go.

Oh?

Does this place have a library?

There should be a building or two, but not sure youd be able to call it a library. I dont think any books would have survived this long.

As it turned out, the shield was half right. The building was the size of a small palace, as he had suggested. Spanning over an entire block, it had three major entrances, and more rooms than days in the year. There were no books or scrolls, of course, even the shelves that had been stored on were missing. However, there was one thing the looters of centuries past couldnt take: the entrance to a hidden realm. Finding it wasnt easy. Dallion himself had only noticed by accident while going from room to room.

The entrance itself was little more than a crack hidden among the patterns of the wooden texture. It didnt take much for Nox to claw the entrance open, revealing a whole new section of the library. The major difference was that this one was filled with rows of shelves, each of which contained dozens of wooden cylinders.

Slightly overcautious, Dallion spent a good while walking through the new area, expecting to trigger the appearance of a protector. There didnt seem to be any. Likewise, there didnt seem to be any obvious treasure either, or anything made of matter for that matter.

Any idea what this is? Dallion took a wooden cylinder from the shelves.

I havent seen one of those since I was a child, the armadil said. Theyre dryad scrolls. The one youre holding is a historical record of this place.

Thats a bit convenient, Dallion said, examining the piece of wood from all sides.

Hardly. Its volume eight-hundred and two.

Oh Dallion looked at the shelf. Quite possibly, the entire room was filled with historical records pertinent to this realm. How do you read it?

You dont. Its a dryad scroll. You need to be a dryad to get it to morph to its legible form. As it is now, I can only read the title.

So, youre saying you need to be here in order to read it?

Pretty much, yes. Unless you have hidden skills Im not aware of.

What if I send the scroll to you?

It doesnt work that way. I need the physical scroll, not a metal copy.

I wasnt talking about a copy. What if I send you all the scrolls here?

In theory, thats a great idea. Itll give me something to do, not to mention Gen will be pleased youve come up with a use for another room in your realm. Now sure how youll pull it off, though.

I dont need to pull it off. Vermillion does.

The moment he said that, the wooden cylinder vanished from Dallions hand, appearing within his realm. Up to now he had only suspected that the ring could have such powers, but now he knew for sure; moving small items between realms was not only possible, but easy. And if Dallion could acquire one dryad scroll, there was nothing preventing him from acquiring them all.