Book 7: Chapter 39: Lair

Book 7: Chapter 39: Lair

The stairs worked with the same kind of magic Victor had seen in other places. Climbing a few steps seemed to activate it, and then, without any warning, he stumbled onto a landing. He lifted his axe, looking around, startled. His caution was unwarranted; he was in a small, pale marble room with a single door on the far wall, closed and barred from the inside. Other than the stairs leading down, the only other object in the room was a marble chest the size of a shoebox sitting in the center. Victor turned, wondering where his companions were, but they didnt arrive, and he guessed the dungeon had used its transportation magic to separate them. Hopefully, just so we can open our chests in peace, he muttered.

Speaking aloud reminded him that he was being observed, so he glanced up, looking for the floating stone egg recording his every move, but it wasnt there, further reinforcing the idea that the dungeon wanted them to have a private, safe moment in which to claim their rewards. Victor slung Lifedrinker into her harness and then walked over to the chest. He squatted before it and noted it was molded to the marble floorhe wouldnt be moving or taking this chest.

With a shrug, he lifted the lid. Motes of golden Energy sparkled out of the chest in a showy display, and when Victor blinked, clearing his eyes, he was left staring at two objects. One was a small, black pouch that looked to be made of silk, and the other was a heavy leather, left-handed glove with a wide wrist cuff.The source of this content no/v(el)bi((n))

The hell is this? Victor grunted, not exactly impressed. He picked up the pouch and confirmed that it felt like silk and also that it was empty. Hed been around long enough to guess there must be more to it, so he carefully trickled a tiny thread of inspiration-attuned Energy into it. Suddenly, his mind expanded with the knowledge of the pouchs contentsit was empty but contained a vast dimensional space. Victor nodded and tied the pouch to his belt. It seemed the dungeon was giving him a container since all of his were off-limits. With that mystery solved, he reached in and picked up the leather glove.

The leather was supple and fine, but the knuckles were stitched with an extra layer of much stiffer stuff. Still, it was just leather. Victor didnt even notice a particularly strong Energy aura coming off it. Frowning, he trickled some inspiration-attuned Energy into it, and a System description appeared in his vision:

***Gauntlet of Sojourn This is a set item. Collect five pieces of the set and bring them to the Sojourn City Stone to imbue them with curated set bonuses.***

Victor turned the gauntlet in his hand a few times, wondering if he was missing something, but found nothing really notable about it. It didnt seem like anything special to him, but he supposed it might change drastically after you collected a set and had the items imbued. Whatever that means. He stood up, put the glove into his new storage pouch, and walked over to the door. He paused long enough to pull Lifedrinker out of her harness, and then he unbarred the exit and walked through. His vision flickered for an instant, the only clue that hed been transported, and then he stumbled into a gray stone chamber and almost bowled Cam over.

Oof! Cam said, stumbling back. He caught himself by reaching out to rest a hand on the stone wall.

Sorry! Victor grunted. I just stepped through the door, and the dungeon dumped me on top of you.

Not a problem. I, too, just arrived. Did you get a chest?

Victor didnt see any point in lying. Yeah. You?

Oh yes! Twenty-five thousand death-attuned Energy beads.

Death? That useful to you?

Cam shrugged, pursing his pouty pink lips. Only as money. Covers half my entry fee, if nothing else.

You paid fifty thousand beads to get in here?

A hundred, my friend. A hundred, unattuned. What, you didnt?

Victor opened his mouth to reply, but then the air shimmered, and Sora appeared, stumbling toward him. Victor held out his hand, catching her. Gods! That was careless! I almost fell atop you, she said, grasping his wrist with her slender fingers. He could feel the points of her nails, and she quickly let go. I didnt scratch you, did I?

Victor turned his wrist left and right, displaying his unmarred flesh. Nah. Ive got thick skin.

Well? Cam asked, his tone almost petulant. Victor turned to him with a scowl, but the young mans eyes were trained on Sora.

Well, what? She snapped.

What did you get in your chest? I was made a touch richer.

Sora sighed and shrugged. Just a bolt of something called Evensong Silk. It seems rather fine, but Im not sure Ill find a use. Ill likely just sell it.

She looked at Victor, and so did Cam, and he knew they wanted him to say what the System had awarded him. Their hesitance to ask outright probably stemmed from the same reason he didnt really want to saythey hadnt built any trust for each other yet. So far, theyd gotten into one fight as partners, and it had been mutually beneficial to cooperate. So, Victor shrugged and said, Pretty much the samesome leather. He almost grinned at his duplicity; he wasnt technically lying.

Sora nodded and looked around the room. More like a dungeon on this level, eh?

Cam slapped the cold stone wall near the closed wooden door. Seems so, based upon these dank stone walls. He reached for the rough iron latch on the door but paused, turning to look at Victor and Sora. Since the stairs deposited us together, likely because the dungeon assumes weve teamed up, we can assume there are multiple entry points to this level. We may run into others, or we may not, but Im certain there will be dungeon denizens starting on this floor. Im not the first student Duvius Black has sponsored in this contest, and he told me as much.

Sora laughed, shaking her head. This is what happens when you spend all of your time studying and playing Vongboard. Anyone whos watched previous competitions knows as much, Cam.

He saw the egg-shaped spying stone dart back, having moved close to him as he was running. He scowled at it, something deep in his blood annoyed at being spied on. Further back, he saw Cam and Sora. Cam gave him a thumbs-up when he saw him looking, and Sora nodded. Victor turned, stalked to the corner, and leaning forward like a tiger ready to pounce, he peered around it.

A short hallway opened into an immense cavern, and near its center was an enormous, pink-skinned creature that looked like part elephant, part eel, and part octopus. It was shifting through piles of sludge-like refuse, and Victor could smell the rot and decay from where he stood despite a faint current of air tickling his ears as it wafted into the larger room. At that thought, Victors eyes widened; could the thing smell him?

It didnt seem to. He watched its enormous body on its trunk-like legs shifting left and right while its great, circular maw munched the piled sludge. The tentacle-like appendages surrounding its head reached out, pulling things into its mouth, where it squeezed shut, grinding the stuff into a paste that it could swallow. Victor felt bile roiling in his gut, threatening to rise up as he watched the process. He ducked back, looked over his shoulder, and waved the others forward. When they came to the corner, he held a finger to his lips and motioned for them to peek around the corner.

Sludge Gargantuopod, Cam hissed.

Shit! Sora softly cursed, earning a smile and a respectful nod from Victor.

Do we kill it? he whispered hoarsely.

Can we? Cam shook his head. They regenerate very rapidly, and, no offense, big man, but theyre strong and huge and . . .

Let me rephrase, Victor interrupted. Is it worth killing?

Oh, Gods, yes, Cam nodded. If we can, theres sure to be great loot . . .

So, it regenerates. Anything to combat that?

Sora nodded, Ill use fire arrows. Thatll help.

I can try to confuse it. If I can trick its mind into thinking its uninjured . . . Cam trailed off, shaking his head. My mind affinity is my weakest. No promises.

Do your best. I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Victor cut the Energy feeding his coyotes as he spoke, sending them back to the Spirit Plane. He had another companion he meant to call up for this battle.

Its going to spew toxic gases, Cam said, snapping his fingers as though hed just remembered the fact.

Im pretty sturdy. Ill summon a banner that should help you two; hopefully, itll push the gasses away.

Sora nodded. I have some air affinity.

Victor couldnt help the grin stretching his face, and he knew he was baring his teeth at his two companions while they huddled there. He probably looked insane, but he couldnt help ithe loved fighting, and that thing in the next room looked like it would put up a good brawl. More than that, he was eager to see what kind of treasure would prompt Cam to label it great loot. He nodded, twisting his white-knuckled grip on Lifedrinkers haft. So? Ready?

Cam slapped his thick red glass wand against his palm. Not in the least, but Ill do my best.

Im ready, Sora said, her brow narrowed fiercely.

All right. Victor looked at Lifedrinkers shiny axe head. The rivulets of rage Energy shed siphoned away from Drobna Wyrm-shell were all but gone, absorbed into her metal. What about you, beautiful? Ready for another drink? In response, her metal brightened and then burst into molten fire, black smoke billowing up to coalesce along the dungeon ceiling.

Cam recoiled; hed been just inches from the axe while they hunkered together. Victor laughed, lifted her, and began stalking toward the giant monster, opening his Core to flood his pathways with hot, rage-attuned Energy. Lets kill this big hijo de puta!

He broke into a jog, and as he ran, he cast Iron Berserk, then Banner of the Champion. He exploded with mass, taking advantage of the larger space. His banner blazed, pushing the gross, hazy, stagnant air away from him. Victor paused halfway between the tunnel opening and the giant monster grazing amid the piles of refuse and began to build his pattern for Wild Totem again. As he did so, the elephant-sized Sludge Gargantuopod whirled on him, taking note of his presence. Victor couldnt see any eyes on the things head, just a sphincter-like maw that twisted open and closed on rows and rows of stubby, razor-sharp teeth, many of which were adorned with bits of rotting flesh and refuse.

As Victor completed his spell, the creature inhaled a massive torrent of air and exhaled it in a monstrous roar that rode the wind of an acrid, green gas. The wave of caustic air billowed toward him, but Victor didnt flinch away. In fact, he stepped toward it, unable to resist roaring his own answer to the challenge.

His voice echoed off the chamber's stone walls, and his banners light pushed back the bulk of the gas, but some of it touched him. It was acidic and smelled like chlorine, but Victor refused to shrink away. He was Quinametzin. He was the Herald of the Mountains Wrath. Gasses couldnt bother him. Poison couldnt take root in his lungs or blood.

Come on, pendejo! He roared, Ill burn your pinch gas up in my lungs! To illustrate his lack of hyperbole, Victor opened his breath Core, allowing some hot magma-attuned Energy to fill his lungs. As he laughed, black smoke and flames licked his lips. He lifted Lifedrinker high as a third roar rocked the chamber, and Victors nightmare bear, nearly as large as the monster before him, exploded out of a pool of shadows on the far side of the chamber and leaped on the Sludge Gargantuopods back.

Lets go, hermano! Victor cried, charging for the monster as it whirled to face the new threat posed by Victors massive bear. As he closed the distance, a hail of fiery arrows streaked past him, punching into the things thick pink hide, and then the fight was on.