"I am gonna be honest girls, it’s now or never at this point, the death hunters have pulled out and cleared off everything, the adventurers and explorers, as idiotic as they may be, are starting to get cold feets which all of the disappearances recently, soon, only the insane and foolest of fools will be daring to go beyond the secret passage" Pierre-Ornée spoke his mind, Bough chuckling creepily in the background, absolutely folded with hilarity for some unknown reason.
The halbardier glanced at his fellow royal guard, doing nothing to silence the tall freak.
"Under normal circumstances, I would have recommended for you to follow the lead and get the hell out of here, but these are special circumstances, it is a call of destiny, or fate, in any case, I still recommend for you to take the hint, worst thing that could happen is Audit bursting out of a random corner and dragging you five back to this dungeon" he looked around at each of their faces.
’Why are those little girls looking at me like that? Am I not speaking reason?’ he repressed the will to hit them over the head with his fist capable of breaking walls and sighed through his helm instead.
"But do what you want, I personally wouldn’t willingly throw myself into actual decay and blood so vile it turned darker than the night" he didn’t know why he was bothering trying to help them, they weren’t even remotely kids, had his age begun to make him see youngsters as children?
Now that was something to truly be wary of, and with that thought, he understood why Bough was chuckling like a schoolgirl, the big man had already noticed this.
"Oh, Pierre-Ornée, the deadliest warrior working under his majesty is getting softer"
"I despise you"
The two of them went back and forth after the five adventurers had already left, it appeared like they had suddenly begun to fancy their chances were many more, trained professionals with years of experience working together had failed entirely.
That was thanks to a little implement that had under their sleeves, Marlene had spent multiple years in this world by now, she wasn’t taking this dungeon lightly, but it was clear that all of those that had perished had lacked something.
But only the five of them were equipped with a special item, a necklace that had much the same effect as the death hunter’s art, ’Life, defend from corruption’, only that the object furnished life force from itself rather than utilising the wearer’s own.
The other’s would have to make do with whatever they had.
There it was, the unexplored staircase, in this dungeon of metal, it was nearly impossible to force your way through with explosives and the like, much too tough and rapidly self-repairing.
They all stepped down, each and everyone’s figure covered by a faint sheen, traces of Iritim’s blessing casted upon them, a blessing casted by a priestess of the goddess of victory naturally made it more likely for triumph to be the outcome for each and every person affected.
The instant they made it down the stairs, carefully making their way further in so as to avoid getting into contact with the rot, with the life-imbued item, the rot moved away on its own, all sounds stopped.
The usual cacophony brutally ceased, it was like all eyes in the dungeon had turned on them. Read exclusive adventures at novelhall.Côm
Someone turned around to look up the flight of stairs, only greeted by a closing wall of durable metal.
The few able to do so had already brought out their lights, be it mundane lantern or via spells of some sort, whilst light wasn’t missing, visibility was still terrible, rot grew like invasive moss everywhere, imitating vines and tall grasses in a most horrible way, everything filled to the brim with toxic blood, the slightest of grazes was certain to get one covered in it.
Everyone here either had durable bodies or ways to shield themselves from the corrosion, but many clothes were ruined, and some of the more unlucky ones sported what looked like chemical burns, others looked as if a cheese grater had been brushed over their skin amongst others.
The diversity in injuries from a single source was strange, armour and clothes also suffered from different sorts of damage, some even rusted from the contact.
They kept on carving their way through the jungle of putrefaction.