Chapter 63: Truid Dungeon Quest (4) A Good God

Tyr's pupils increased in size out of nowhere, a slightly heavy feeling growing in his heart for some odd reason.

"I feel concerned for some reason." He couldn't describe how, but it was like an uneasy feeling in his bones, "I don't think this is a coincidence that this note is telling me to make an antidote." He said, thinking about what sort of medicine he should make exactly.

"I have nothing to go off of." His pointer finger landed on his bottom lip as his eyes panned toward the ground--thinking about what he should focus on. Sёarch* The NôvelFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Even if I had an idea of the illness, how am I supposed to use this random shit to create an antidote? Is everything I need even here? What if I'm too late? How will I even get to them, there's no exit out of this place..."

Many questions began to race through Tyr's mind.

He turned to look at the crop plot. He took a few seconds to gaze at the various odd plants.

Of course, he had never seen these weird plants in his life.

Some were oddly colored flowers that looked like balls of flame or falling droplets of water.

Other plants were glowing golden rings that seemed to simply float in the air.

Other plants were weird-shaped vegetables, and others resembled cooked meat somehow.

***

"Hanzo! Get out of the way!" Jonas shouted, slamming his scythe in front of him and creating a forcefield.

*BOOM*

The claws of a giant roll rat slashed against his forcefield.

Hanzo turned, "Thanks for covering." He said, shooting several Red arrows at another roll rat in front of him.

They all periced straight through, leaving the roll rat to fall over onto the ground.

"Don't turn your back for no reason!" Jonas said, "You never know what could happen." He lunged forward, spinning his scythe in the air before slashing it at the roll rat in front of him several times and chopping it into peices.

Jonas slashed his scythe through the air one last time, cleaning it of all the blood before sheating it on his back.

"You don't gotta tell me that," Hanzo said, sheathing his bow. "Disgusting creatures." He had a sour look on his face as he stared at the roll rats.

They were large creatures the size of hippos that would dig underground to survive.

Their claws were extremely long and their snout was wet and pink.

"They aren't even native to this dungeon. Tsk." Hanzo said, brushing his coat off before walking forward.

"What a weird dungeon. I don't see any coordination whatsoever. It's like a free for all where I can just explore all the rooms and fight shit." Hanzo said, seemingly a bit annoyed.

"I mean, isn't that most dungeons?"

"No... they usually have more structure to them. There is just something off about this dungeon... about today." Hanzo squinted his eyes.

"You sure it ain't just you?" Jonas laughed, continuing with Hanzo through the dungeon.

***

Yurin carried Urvil on his back, Cyllia following close behind him.

"How is she doing? Is she still warm?" She asked, her eyes filled with genuine worry.

"She seems completely fine. Her temperature is the same. She just can't function her body well, as though she's paralyzed or something." Yurin was dead serious as he spoke. He was obviously very worried too, but knew that showing that side of him wouldn't be productive right now.

"Tsk... I can't believe this has happened on this one day when we need her the most." Yurin still complained though, "This is horrible."

Cyllia continued: "If her condition worsens, we may have to abandon our plan and get out of here so we can get her some actual help at Mycelia."

Yurin stayed silent as Cyllia continued after a short pause: "It seems that arrow had some sort of poison at first, but now I see that it was coated with an illness. How heartless..." She shook her head.

***

They all continued to make their way through the dungeons slowly but surely.

While on the other hand, Tyr had figured something out in his little chemistry chamber.

After an hour of finding absolute jack shit, walking in circles, getting ideas, and canceling them out again, Tyr saw a ray of hope that he thought he could grab onto.

"I might just be imagining it at this point since I'm so desperate, but hopefully this isn't just me being stupid and reaching too far." He said, kneeling and grabbing the flower that looked like the shape of a fire.

Its bottom was round and smooth, while its top was rougher like narrow mountain peaks going all the way up to the highest peak in the center--just like a falling fireball.

"This and..." He got the ring vegetable, "This... these two." He said, placing the flower inside of the gold-looking ring vegetable.

"This replicates that symbol that was on the map." As soon as he put the two together, he felt a click. A small burst of yellow Aura summoned from the tip of the flower, surrounding the ring and itself.

As it dispersed again, Tyr noticed that both the ring and the flower were now both fully white in color.

The yellow Aura continued to mingle in the air as Tyr placed the two objects into the mortar and grinded them up with the pestle.

As soon as he did this, the Aura from before magnetized toward the paste and combined into it again--making the entire concoction glow slightly.

A smile appeared on Tyr's face--a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead.

His eyes shone with hope, "Perfect. Im heading in the right direction. Now... what else? Are there any clues?"

He read the note over and over again, finding this part more interesting than the rest: Life and Death are in your hands... will you be a good God?

"Life and death? A good God?" He rummaged through the artifacts and found a bone.

"Out of anything, this should represent Death." He continued rummaging around, picking up a very small glass bottle of water. "And this... Life right? What else would represent life if not water?"

He added both things into the mortar and began to crush them. Alas, they both combined into the paste and caused the concoction to glow an even richer golden color this time.

"Still missing something?" He questioned. After thinking about it for several minutes, going over his steps, searching the room multiple more times, and retracing his words and thoughts, he finally found something he thought would work.

"It's the statement about God, right? Will I be a good God or not?" He had already figured this out, but now he had an idea of what ingredient would correlate to this:

"No ingredient at all. It's a question, so why not just answer it?" At this point he had gone to the very basics of what kind of ideas his mind could come up with.

He wasn't going to try and read into it, as he had already done that for hours and didn't get anything out of it. Now, he was going off of the literal meaning of the words. In the end, all it was was a question.

He leaned in close to the mixture and spoke: "A great God!" As he said this, the mixture glew some more and began to suddenly mix on its own. After he stopped speaking, however, it toned back down.

"Oh? So that's how it is? Fine then... If you want a lengthy answer I'll give you one!" Tyr exclaimed, taking in a deep breath before mouthing away:

"I'll be the greatest God you will ever meet! There will be no being that won't worship my effulgence! All creation and destruction will stem from me and me alone!"

As he continued, the mixture began to spin and morph at an ever-accelerating rate, condensing in on itself and turning into a different thing entirely.

"I will be a brave God, a strong God, a gracious God, a beloved God... I will be a good God!"

With that, the mixture finally condensed so much that it turned into a molten bead of magma before hardening back into a small pill.

"A... a pill? Don't tell me this is what Urvil was talking about when she said one of the three treasures in this dungeon was a pill."