Chapter 85

Chapter 85

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Outside the Scorpan King's Palace, The Canyon, The Ninth Floor

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"Thanks for the ride!" Wave called out as the vultures flew away, cawing their farewell. That'd been exhilarating! The wind running over his scales felt even better flying in the air than it ever had surfing the ocean! He turned to find that Aston seemed unsteady on his feet, and Towers had laid down on the sand as soon as they'd landed. "What's wrong with you two?"

"I... don't think flying is my thing," Aston said, taking a few steps. "If The Creator meant for the minotaur to fly, he'd have given us wings," he declared, voice wavering ever so slightly. Towers nodded, agreeing with their party member as he raised himself onto his legs again.

"I agree," the monster stated emphatically. "Scorpans were meant to wander the deserts by foot, not in a vulture's claws! I felt helpless. Like I was going to be dropped to my death." Wave frowned, not liking what that implied.

"You know the vultures wouldn't do that," he reassured Towers. "They were obviously sent by the Scorpan King, and we're fellow Children of The Creator besides." The huge scorpan shook his head at Wave's words.

"The Sunlions of the canyon are very territorial, and young males are ejected from their pride when they reach maturity," Towers explained. "There's only so much room, and they're often pushed to attack the village. Do the Fish not slaughter each other by the hundreds? Or the Ratten?" Wave could only nod at the Scorpan, and brought a claw to his chin in thought.

"Yes... But that is when there are no invaders on the floor," Wave reasoned. "When there are, the Children unite against those trespassing in our home. Yes, we'd just killed Hallmark, but they looked like they'd been sent a while before we killed him." Towers had no rebuttal and nodded, sinking into thought.

They collected themselves, cleaning blood off already-healing wounds and binding them to keep the sand out. When they felt they were presentable, they approached the palace carved into the side of the cavern. It was just as impressive as before; arching windows, well-decorated walls, and perfectly carved columns. Something Wave had only seen before in things carved by The Creator Himself.

They walked in silence, and Wave remembered the aftermath of the fight. The human had almost nothing left. No potions, wielding broken and worn equipment. The only thing of value he had on him was a pouch filled with strange items. Wave felt strange carving the human's chest open to reach his core, doing something to him the human had done to hundreds of Children. Then, when he saw it, could only feel shock.

It was.. warped. Like other human cores, it was an elongated oval, where the ends pointed into dull tips. But this one... It held a long crack running down it's length, from tip-to-tip. In the middle this crack widened to a chasm, and from that crack... wild, unchecked growth spilled. It was like the crystal had tried to grow back together, to fill the crack, but something caused it to fail catastrophically. Wave was surprised Hallmark had survived this long, if this is what is core was like.

As they passed through the palace's entrance he let his wandering attention focus on the mostly-empty room.

The King wasn't holding court this time; not that Wave expected him to be. He had no doubt the Scorpans were ensconced in the cavern hidden behind their village. The entire Scorpan Royal Guard were on duty, standing at attention before their king. As the monster party approached, the guards parted to allow them through, and they approached the king on his throne once again.

"Ah. Wave, Aston Asterionson, Towers-Over-Others. I'm glad to see you here alive. When the human entered the canyon, I asked Dreams-Of-Flight to keep an eye out for you with his bonded Stymphalian Vulture. I'm thankful now that I did, even though it seems you've dealt with the problem on your own."

"You are most kind, King Strikes-The-Air," Wave answered politely as Towers lowered both his humanoid and scorpoid halves, bowing to his king. Aston and Wave remained standing, as they had before. Strikes-The-Air wasn't their king. "Though ultimately unnecessary, we are equally thankful for your foresight. It has accelerated our progress significantly. I apologize for my abruptness, but I must move on quickly. The sooner I bring the core to The Creator, the better." The Scorpan King nodded magnanimously and waved his left hand through the air, his left pincer following the movement unconsciously.

"There is nothing to apologize for. Be on your way, Wave. Our fates rest in your claws." Wave nodded to the king and turned to Towers. The Scorpan shrugged the pack from his back without a word, and handed it over carefully. Aston helped Wave pull it on and the smaller monster sagged with a quick gasp, surprised at just how heavy it was.

Towers had acted like it weighed nothing! Then again, he was larger and stronger than Wave's comparatively smaller body.

When Aston and Wave started walking to the exit, something felt off. Wave stopped, and turned to find Towers hadn't moved. Right. Towers been ordered to come with him by the Scorpan King. Now that he was back at the palace, his duty was done. "You coming with us, or not?" Wave asked the Scorpan anyway. "The Quest isn't over yet."

"Indeed. Well, we have time, and we've done something many thought impossible. At least one night of revelry seems appropriate."

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The Ocean, The Eleventh Floor, The Dungeon

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As mid-morning sun glinted on the ocean, Wave waved to Taura, Aston, and Towers with a smile on his face as they receded into the distance. Standing steady on his board and water mana generating a wave behind him at full speed. The huge core in the pack on his back weighed heavily on his mind as his gaze locked on the pillar of light, steadily growing brighter in the distance.

He fought to keep his pulse down at the feeling of the mana content in the air growing. The last time he'd been to the Core Island, he hadn't felt this much mana until he was on the island itself. he was still at least two miles away. Wave had the feeling... he probably wouldn't be coming away from this the same as he was now.

To distract himself, he thought of the previous night. As unexpected as the impromptu party/festival had been, he had to admit... he enjoyed it. A night to relax and celebrate the fact he was still alive. Hallmark had torn a bloody path through the dungeon, slaughtered hundreds of monsters and proved himself the most powerful guilder to ever delve The Creator's dungeon.

Sometimes, he felt vaguely bad that they'd taken advantage of the human's exhaustion and injuries to beat him. Wave had no doubt that if they'd fought the guilder at the height of his power, the three of them would be nothing but bloody stains in the sand. Aaand this wasn't helping.

He took another deep breath.

Wave kinda wished he had something bigger, so he could take Aston and Towers with him. Then again, perhaps not. Wave was already familiar with his body changing. He'd changed species three times already, and he had no doubt there was another awaiting him here. If enough mana was around the island to provoke such a striking pillar of light, Wave was sure his body would be flooded with enough mana to warp him in ways he couldn't imagine.

But... he wasn't that afraid. Wave had faith that The Creator would guide his transformation as soon as He could. The only worry he had was how much he would change. But as he came closer and closer, and the mana content in the air only grew stronger... he could feel the power in his body grow.

By the time Wave reached the shore, his body was almost at it's limit. He was practically overflowing with energy. He could do little more than stumble, abandoning his surfboard on the stony beach. Each step he took up the staircase brought a new wave of pressure from within him.

He could feel the mana within him changing him. It took all his willpower to keep the changes... below the surface.

At the top of the staircase, he found Paragon. The Metal Spirit looked relieved to see him.

You brought the core? Good. There isn't much time left. Quickly, press that monster core against the Dungeon Core. The manabeing spoke to him. Wave nodded, and pulled the core from his pack, cradling the huge crystal in both arms. He twitched as he felt his legs abruptly lengthen when he lost focus.

With every step closer to the Core, it was harder to keep his shape. Crossing the open area before the core was a blur. He didn't remember much, if he was honest.

But... He made it. He reached up with his fourth arm and pressed the monster core, suddenly not as large as it'd once been in his claws, against The Core.

As it all faded to black, he felt The Creator's presence suddenly bloom in his mind.

FINALLY. GET IN THERE YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT.

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