Sofia internally rolled her eyes at the rhetorical question. “What do you think?”
“I mean... A divine item is on the line,” Cinthia said, “And your survival, if I’m being honest, the things down there are not going to pull any punches.”
“Yeah I noticed that already, but it’s fine, I don’t feel like it has been unfairly hard so far. I’ll follow your suggestions.”
“You won’t regret this,” Cinthia affirmed, “oh, also I finally got someone to answer that question you told me to ask them.”
“Already?!”
“Yes. Long story short, Suffering contacted the Demon King for you, and he said he would send you a letter, supposedly he knows. Well, Death also knows, I think, but he still doesn’t want to type actual words so...”
“Wish Clint could have just explained what he did, that would have made everything easier. And I really should have asked Death in person...” Sofia lamented, “I was just so distracted by... Everything else.”
“Not a huge deal, you’re the only one suffering from this anyway. And I think you getting acquainted with the headless one now is a good thing. He must have been curious about you considering how much of a mess you’ve been making with the Recessed,” Cinthia explained as she distractedly kept looking in the direction of her invisible chat window even though there were no messages because of the temporary private mode, it was just that strong of a habit.
“I suppose you’re right... You’re one to talk, though.”
“Well, I’m no Apostle, so it’s different. I have been actually thinking about it, you know, but I don’t think I want to take the risk...”
“Understandable,” Sofia empathized, “I know I only did the ritual because I had no other option. I don’t regret it now, but it could have ended badly. You shouldn’t feel pressured into doing it if you don’t absolutely want to.”
“Things are fine as they are, for now. But hey, I might get a racial evolution to a higher Orc at some point if I keep going, that would be nice, and a lot safer.”
“Higher Orc?” Sofia repeated.
“Like Saint Tartaros,” Cinthia explained, “You didn’t know about that?”
“No? I just kinda assumed he was some kind of magical race and that was about it.”
“Well, now you know, he’s a higher Orc, we can evolve into that, but it’s only for the elite of the elite of the elite. I have only ever seen three of them, including that guy.”
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“That sure is one loaded skill... Honestly I’d almost be tempted to copy it with the skill capture thingy I got from Brighthall. Not sure how that would work without essence tokens or viewers, though,” Sofia commented, “But it is very reassuring that you have a resurrection skill now!”
“Right?! The viewers were excited too. Doesn’t immunize me from bad consequences in case of a failed ritual, though, if you wonder.”
“Not quite as potent as my unlife runes hmm. I would share the skill if it could be easily copied... Asty might take it with her skill capture actually, she’s undecided still.”
“It would not be a bad choice, I wonder if Zerei has used it already. Ah, the viewers seem to think that the token costs would just be converted to mana if you were to copy the skill, they say it would probably take up most of your remaining skill slots, also.”
“Not that I have many left... I don’t know what to do with the skill capture honestly. But yeah, not going to take your skill, too many redundant features with what I already have, would take slot space for nothing. Twenty percent damage reduction is twenty percent damage reduction, though, highly valuable.”
Cinthia bobbed her head while she listened to Sofia and read her chat, “Maybe just ask that crazy skeleton for a skill?” she suggested while not taking her eyes off of her invisible window.
“That‘s an idea. Maybe I’ll ask Erredis about it when we’re done here.”
“Alright, well. They’re getting impatient,” Cinthia said, pointing at the door, “let’s go!”
“Sure. I’ll be the frontline, just stay behind and do your thing!” Sofia enthusiastically ordered as she stretched in front of the door.
The two women entered the boss room.
They were faced with an alley about five meters wide, two giant library bookshelves stacked with countless books on both sides, extending up to about fifty meters away and ten meters up before it was engulfed by the palace’s magical darkness.
“A library?” Sofia said out loud, her voice echoing in the room, making it out to be much larger than what she could see.
“Not what I expected either,” Cinthia said from behind, as the door closed after her and disappeared, replaced by a seamless brick wall.
A cold wind blew over from the dark part of the room, it rattled the candles’ flames but extinguished none, and a rattling voice started speaking in pained breaths, “You who enter my abode, prove yourselves worthy of the code. Open your soul to curses dire, and the library’s rules acquire. Beyond the flames find me, and on your way you will be.”