Chapter 352: Hidden Skill Gems

Chapter 352: Hidden Skill Gems

The lower the dryads health got, the more destrusctive the fight became. Shelves were turned to splinters, walls had changed into a source through which to launch vine and root attacks. Dallion had to summon his starting buckler to ensure a degree of protection, but even then, it always wasnt enough.

Duck! Vihrogon shouted, his words coming instants after hed caught a root fragment that had flown off towards Dallions head.

The rescue was followed by a fierce attack from the birch dryad, who was clinging to existence at two percent of her health. Vihrogon had been at eleven, though that quickly fell to five.

Shes cheating! Dallion said, rolling out of harms way.

Yeah, I used to cheat a lot during the war, the armadil shield replied, before launching dozens of vines at his opponent from all remaining walls in the room. Solid wooden shields emerged, surrounding the white dryad on all sides, though even this effort was only partially successful. A fragment had managed to sneak through, reducing her life to a final percent. At this stage, she was no different from an echo.

Ask her to surrender, Dallion shouted. He could tell that at this point any attack would finish the white dryad off. That was a foregone conclusion. However, the path of the Green Moon urged him to ask for a bloodless resolution to the conflict.

He cant, the musical sounds of the harpsisword composed words within Dallions realm. He knows what his past nature was, and he knows that any such offer would be useless.

The slacker of a companion shield had once been a merciless combat veteran? Weirder things were possible, but Dallion still couldnt imagine it. Rather, he couldnt have five minutes ago. The scene before his eyes had made him seriously reevaluate his understanding of the world and everyone in it. This was a place in which the strong appeared weak and the weak did everything possible to appear strong. It was a familiar principle, one that Nil and so many others had kept on repeatinghide your strengths and abilities. Vihrogon had done all that for thousands of years and more, he had completely changed his personality to the point that even those who knew he was a threat didnt feel particularly threatened. The countess was the samesmiling and acting like a brainless snob, even if she could potentially crush anyone within her domain like a bug.

Roots shot up from the ground like spears. Instinctively, Dallion did an acrobatic twist, directing his kick towards the ground while going into an arm stand. Everyone else in the room was impaled and thrust up to the ceiling.

A series of red rectangles appeared. The white dryads health was completely depleted; Vihrogons remained at two percent.

Well played, the birch dryad said, smiling for the first time since the battle.

I knew youd go for it, the armadil shield remained. Now return to me.

The entire body of the birch dryad transformed into light, which then broke up into thousands of luminescent grains, all flowing towards the victor of the battle.

Carefully, Dallion twisted back to his feet, careful not to get any more wounds. At this stage, Luxs regeneration abilities were limited, to say the least. Somehow Dallion was going to have to find out how to level up his familiar if he were to make use of him in combat.

While waiting, Dallion noticed something odd about the rootsthey werent one entity, but rather two twirled one around the other. One set of roots had traces of fury still present within them, while the other only had sadness.

I knew youd notice, Vihrogon said. Moments later, all roots and vines sunk back into the walls and floor. The damage that seemed devastating seconds ago was slowly morphed out of existence, as the room regained its previous state. Next time youd have to be faster.

You copied her attack, Dallion said.

I copied my attack, the dryad said. I knew that she would use this as a last resort. A fight that ends in a draw is a battle that ends in a loss.

That doesnt sound very empathic

Thats because it isnt. I followed the path of the Warriors. Why do you think I was locked up in a metal realm? I still cant decide whether it was Centors blessing or his humor that I ended up in such an item. In the end it worked out quite well.

What do you mean?

The gems were made by dryad royalty. Back when the plan was put in motion there was no way of knowing how many dryads in the swords would have the empathy attribute, if any. The means of escape had to be made in such a way so that anyone could use them.

I thought the Vermillions were the keys.

They were the keys to the cage, but the key to escape were skills that could be used against any enemy or even the Star itself.

Fighting against the Star wasnt a phrase that could be said lightly. Given the amount of power the entity had at its disposal, it would take more than armies to even stand a chance. However, now that the dryad had explained the final details, the plan was more or less clear. While the dryad race had complied by banishing their most troublesome individualsfrom the Stars point of viewthey had also created a reserve army which was supposed to appear at the nick of time with the tools to fight any enemy, even the Star. Maybe it was no coincidence that there was a Moon Cleric among its guardians.

And thats where lies the danger, Vihrogon continued. The gems allow anyone to obtain the power, even the Star.

I thought the Star already knew all skills.

The only skills the Star knows are its own. It can tempt, convince, corrupt, change, but thats it. If he obtains this pair of skills, hell be able to unleash a plague throughout the world and his own army of monsters to come with it. Itll make the wilderness look like a flower orchard.

In that case I need to get them first, Dallion said, firmly. Wheres the crown?

Where youd expectin the royal library at the hilt. You were going there anyway. The only difference is that now I know how to reach the vault chamber that contains the crown.

That sounds easier than its supposed to be. Whats the catch?

The catch is that the royal library is housed in the final temple of the realm. In order to get there, youll need the guardians permission, or the means to defeat him.

That didnt sound encouraging in the least. Given the strength of the guardians so far, it was unthinkable that Dallion would be able to defeat the final one. And that was providing that he even was allowed to reach it. Helping out the guardian of the fourth temple, had pretty much granted Dallion a free ride to the fifth temple, but beyond that nothing was known.

Sensing Dallion's hesitation, Vihrogon reverted to his shield form.

Thats why I told you that you arent ready, he said. Youll need to up both your skills and your gear, if youre to stand a chance. And not to alarm you, but there isnt too much time left. With the festival going on, the sword is unguarded. If you can get here, so can the Star.

Are you saying that I need to quit?

For the time being, yes. Theres no point going further. Instead, you should focus on training and preparation. Ideally, it would have been better if you had passed the next gate, but theres no time for that. You must do what you can in the time that you have.

After everything Dallion had learned in the last few days, returning to the festival sounded mundane. He felt that he had to focus on claiming the two skills and stopping whatever the Star had planned for the countess. The only thing winning at the arena would achieve was earning him the whip blade, which was looking less and less a proper reward now that he had learned the ability to see marker layers. With that and his whip blade blueprint, he could pretty much make his own weapon at any time.

So, its back to the tournament

Think of it this wayif you cant reach the top eight at such a tournament, you definitely wont make it here.