Book 2/25 - Power V

Ring - 6th
Realm - NETHERHEIM


It was time to go. Whether it was day or night, they had learned enough. Abel looked at the two lords of the Mountain. It felt good to have put them in their place. Unfortunately, aside from arrogance, the Lords were good Shadow persons. Abel couldn't say the same about all of them, though. For one, the Screecher female and her male consort, as that was what he was, kept themselves close. It was hard to know if it was a spying attempt or just average.

Either way, it wouldn't be his problem soon enough. "Now, where was that girl?" Abel had not let Melody out of his sight due to the distrust he had. Tossing an Essence Orb in his palm, he went through everything the Lords had told him. He sighed. It was a lot of information to memorize. Grunting, he returned the orb to his inventory and looked around for his fairy.

"That damned creature." It always followed Melody around, and he wasn't sure whose fairy it was—his or the girl's. The sound of wings beating on air alerted him to her arrival. Shadows flowed in from the edges and spat out the duo he was less comfortable with yet a bit more trusting of.

Anario was loyal to his wife, and as long as Telemra made no attempts to oppress them or any attempts to torment her, Anario was docile. Melody's feet hit the ground, and her wings furled behind her. A day had not been enough to get the girl to trust him, but it had gotten her to be more reactive.

"Or it was the fight with the Wolves that did it." Above her head, holding onto her horns were her fairy and his traitor fairy.

"It's time to go. We must get to the Throne and hopefully get our domains along the way." Waiting for any reply and receiving none, he turned to the Spawns. "Thank you for the aid, but we must head off now." Telemra looked to Anario. The Spawn shrugged, and she turned back to Abel.

"I follow." She stepped closer.

"Where she goes, I go," Anario added.

"Woah. Wait. What? ... Why and... how? We couldn't even wait for you guys if we wished. We're on time here."

"Eh. They could stay in our shadows." Abel paused. Slowly, he turned to Melody. The girl looked away, refusing to meet his gaze. He wanted to ask when they'd discussed it or if it was her idea. He kept silent.

"Why?" He met the Spawns' gaze, which was hard given their eyes were hidden by black but still somehow there. Anario took a step forward, and he turned to the Spawn. The Spawn must have noted the seriousness in his eyes as he stopped but didn't move back. He looked back to Telemra.

"We. Curious." She waved at both Spawns. "Aeuses here. Bore. Tire. Excitement want. Adventure Seek."

"Their speech patterns need work, or the translation effect remains messed up." Abel wouldn't be honest if he said he hadn't been hoping or trying to gain something like this. And here it was offering itself to him. Still, he had to be cautious of motives.

"Where we are going will have danger and possibly death. Are you sure of this?"

She nodded, and Anario followed. He sighed and turned to Melody. "And you are in support?" The girl nodded, then paused, seeming to think he didn't appreciate her staying silent suddenly.

"I support." He paused, then nodded.

"Still. If you two are to come, you must surely have those who would wish to follow. Protection for yourself is advised as we may be too busy battling to notice." Abel held back the hopeful need in his voice. If he could get more to join, he might have a small unit to combat monsters. It would be a good reason to be delayed.

"Considering they could ride in my shadows, it'd be easier to deploy them."

Anario and Telemra exchanged gazes. Abel's eyes narrowed, noticing the exchange. He kept silent, though, waiting. "It would work or not. Two of them are good, too."

"You want to see this." Telemra turned into a shadow and flowed away fast. Anario stared at him for a second, then followed. Turning, he saw Melody was already copying them. "Hmmh. So I'm the only one that can travel with shadows. Sue me."

Catching and finding them was easy since they waited to lead him somewhere. "What do they wish to show me?" The tour through the city ended at the stone doors of what looked to be a cathedral.

"The Behemoth. Build Place. Like this." Telemra pointed to the door.

"We think the Venerate. Worship themselves." She continent then slipped through the door as a shadow. The stone doors were huge, tall, and too big to be moved. Anario stepped up to him and extended a hand. He blinked at it.

"Okay." He grabbed it just as Melody turned to shadows, too. "She's enjoying herself quite well. I guess that's good." Then it was dark. Then the darkness vanished, and he felt his insides try to turn. Fortunately for him and his dignity, it stayed.

"We're wrong. Behemoth not Venerate themselves." Anario stood next to the speaking Telemra. The loyalty was interesting, but Abel and Melody were more interested in what lay behind them. A vast room with a few gigantic chairs spread all over. He unfurled his wings and took off, flying high and in between the chairs.

"It's a church," Melody said as she hovered beside him. He appreciated her clarification but he was too dumbfounded to reply. The chairs were gigantic.He still had the presence of mind to query though.

"A church for what? Giants?"

"Behemoths." They turned to see Anario and Telemra now standing on a chair. How they got there was quite evident. "There is only one Giant." She spoke with conviction and looked across the room. Abel's gaze followed.

A massive statue stood there. It was carved of black stone—a man with long hair head up on his head and a circlet around his forehead. The body looked normal, and it was hard to tell anything of a statue. There were no horns and no wing designs.

Something else caught his eye: smaller statues, four of them. Then, there were carvings on the wall. The sight of them gave him the thought of hieroglyphics or runes. The mental image he'd created since hearing the term Behemoth vanished. The lumbering pile of stone, foolish, crumbled. In its place, he imagined a large and tall wizened sage.

He flew closer to the platform, yes, the platform where the statues stood. The larger one stood on its own; its platform was of the same height, and yet it didn't matter. The other statues were beautiful, though of less beauty than the first.

"It feels like the sculptor lost his joy in these," he said. The first from his left was the statue of a winged being. Due to poor craft and lack of passion, it was hard to be sure, but the general style of the wings gave him certainty that this was an angel. It had long hair that flowed down both sides of its face, unlike the giant's more regal self. There was no circlet. "A choice addition or just the truth."

Melody stood beneath the second statue—one of a female. The hair was carved to look tied and yet flowing. The Behemoth had found some green gems to illustrate green eyes. "Again. Truth or just choice." It wore an oversized gown and lacked wings. The third was of another female. This one was shorter than the rest. There were no gems in its eyes, and it had wings. Wings that looked close to his. The next Statue was the one that made him feel chills. It had wings just like the previous one and horns like the last, too. But it was taller and looked like the opposite of the first statue. The Behemoth had granted this one a gem.

"I feel like this one was out of respect." The gems were not black but purple crystals that gleamed when he got closer. He raised a hand and moved to rap the gem. "I'm sure I saw something." The statue moved its head, letting his hand fly past. He froze.

He blinked. The statue turned to him, stone grating on it. Then it moved. Black mist rippled down its body, and its legs tore free from the standings. Abel didn't even realize he held the Grimcrusher in hand as the statue got free.

"Hah. Good thing this very abandoned church exists." The statue turned and regarded the platform. "You'll want to add a larger Statue of me. Bro's is okay, but you need one of your other fathers. You wouldn't want to find utilizing your domain hard when you don't even respect him."

The statue sat on the large stairs while we stood shocked. "Other father? We have two fathers?"

"And a mother." The statue smiled. A stiff smile. "Now, didn't you learn not to poke people in the eyes. Hurtful".

"Ah, sorry." He noticed their shudder. "Not a fan of this, but it felt cool to be in this. Plus, I get to do this." He stood and walked past Abel, sending chills through the Devil's spine. The statue stood before the other statue of the angel with a cracked grim, and then he smacked it. "Ah. That was refreshing."

"Who are you?" The Statue looked at him, its jewel eyes glinting with amusement and then moving down to ogle his Mace.

"Unrefined manipulation. Understandable. But not something I'd like if you are to become what I want." It rubbed his jaw, walking closer and sniffing him. "I'd prefer if you were a pure-blood, but you'd have to do. The one pure blood I have is chaotic." The purple gems gained a crack as power burned in them.

"Ah, my bad." It frowned. The stony visage contorted into a flesh-like expression. Abel grimaced at the sight. The statue stood too close. So close. If he had been a teenage boy, he'd either be deep in excitement or filled with fear. Luckily, two tours past the Union territory and four decades in law enforcement have given me the nerves needed.

"I asked. Who are you?" Abel saw the amusement in the purple gems, but there was no power pulse now. 'It must be holding back'.

"I'm your other father. Good to meet you, son." His head turned slightly and locked on Melody. Abel held himself back from moving to block off the statue's view. "And daughter."

"You're a Primordial." Melody got closer. Abel warred with his real-life instincts, telling him that being before home was dangerous. The statue crouched to be at the girl's level, and its lips cracked into a smile.

"One of." He tilted his head. Melody raised a hand slowly. Touching the stone features, she gasped.

"Amazing." The statue's eyes moved to Abel, then back to the girl.

"I'd promise you unimaginable power, but I think your big brother there wouldn't let me off kindly," Melody chuckled.

"Yeah, he's overprotective." Both chuckled. Melody's was nice to hear for one, but for the Primordial, it grated like stones grinding against the other. The figure stood up and turned to Abel. "Essence is power. It's the very way of life. It is us. What you wield comes from the land you work and the parents you come from," it said, then turned to the girl and smiled. "Earn the power of those above you in ranks or tiers and use it to rise." It then turned to walk off.

"Why?" Abel asked.

It stopped, turned its head, and observed him with a side eye. "You all are my children. Half-blooded or Pure Blooded. Now, it matters not. The thing that sits in the 8th realm as its Ruler offends me," it said as it turned to face them fully. "I wish to see my other children grow to take down my errant Pureblood."

Abel looked confused. The way the statue, the Primordial, spoke made it clear that Purebloods were better than Half-Bloods, which they seemed to be. Why, then, did it want a Pure Blood dead?

"The answers to your questions won't be given now—tread cautiously. Even the rains do not fall too long, and the birds know when they are filled," the statue lumbered to its resting spot.

It stepped in its exact position and then stopped. Its head turned to Melody, and a crack appeared on its face. "Remember, little one, your shadow can be whatever you deem it to be." Purple gems are fixed on Abel. "You can be the storm or the light showers of the rain. A coin always has two faces." Its smile drained. "...always had two faces." Its head turned forward and then froze. The ripple of black on its body reappeared and then vanished.

"That was cool," Melody raised both hands into the air. Abel restrained his tirade about safety. "It's just a game," he reminded himself.

A hushed murmur rose from behind. He spun with Grimcrusher raised and paused. Beneath the enormous chairs were crowds of Shadow spawns. Black skins and forms were standing or sitting, all watching the platform, all watching them.

The whispering grew, and Abel picked up words like "Blood," "Child," and "Primordial" and their names. His hand dropped slowly, his mind thinking of how to use this to their benefit. Melody tapped him, and he turned to see Telemra and Anario standing beside her.

Telemra looked pointedly from him to Melody and then to Anario. She dropped to one knee. Anario made a sound Abel suspected was a snort or curse before kneeling beside her. "Blood. Of Blood. Speakers of the One," an outcry rose from the congregation as Telemra spoke. Her voice had conviction, and indeed, that was thick.

It made Abel smile. "Maybe I don't have to do anything."

Telemra formed a sword of shadows, holding it up to him. "Sword. Yours. Order I Kill."

A ripple spread as Spawns took to one knee, shadow blades forming and pointed to the sky for the Devils to see.


**You have established your faith**
**A new faction has been formed under you**



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Ring - 9th
Realm - MURHIL

ATHENA'S POV


Hot, uncomfortable. Stuff. The cry of eagles rang in my ears, and the rushed, whispered voices of people echoed. A Sykerian (female) stood watch nearby when I opened my eyes. The stiffness and tingles in my body faded to pressure. Pushing myself to my feet, I looked around while wondering what happened.

"My Lady. You wake." The Sykeri smiled at me and bowed her head a bit. It was honestly weird to see.

"Yes." I looked around again. "Where is Ernwes and the rest?" She pointed to my right.

"The captain and some of the Sykeri are that way." My eyes followed her arm where a gash had been tipped through her forearm. It was bandaged up with a piece of cloth.

"Let me see that."

"Oh, this. Is nothing but a flesh wound." She made to hide her arm, but I grabbed it and held it. She is in place. It was surprisingly easy.

"A flesh wound." I repeated once the bandages were off. She said nothing, eyes looking down. "Are any other men even helped up." She shook her head, looking up at me.

"Geez, I'm all."

"We don't have a healer here."

"No one can heal?"

"Just the High Arcaenots. But they're expensive to hire." I frowned.

"And can't this High Arcaenots teach you how to use this healing power or knowledge?" Her head shook sadly.

"They're just too powerful, so it's only right. Their will does things we just can't."

"Will?"

"Yeas. I heard the once taught our Lord Gordorik, but our Will seems just too weak."

"Will, huh." I looked at the wound. 'How would they use Will to heal this?'. I stared at the wound. A sharp slice of either talons or beak. It is too deep and straight to be the beak. 'How would the High Arcaenots use will to ...' One of the racial abilities of Forces, an exciting and most important if I asked, was Manifestation Mastery.

'It is what lets me create weapons, but it's the second line of the description that feels more important. I can bend reality to my will. That was the gist of the description. I eyed the wound.

Raising my right palm over it, I wondered. The third racial ability gave us immense imaginative capabilities. Not just to create but to generate ideas. 'What if ...'.




**Epiphany**:see innovative and practical ideas tailored to a problem.



There was no light show or grand scene. I willed the wound to heal faster, and it did. The Sykerin staggered, and her eyes drooped. The wound had been healed, but it took her body energy to force a healing.

I blinked.

The hand turned fuzzy, the skin connected, and it looked like the cut was reversing on itself. The soldier held her arm and hissed. Each time, the pain returned a sharp spike but with no wound.

I blinked again.

I slit my palm with a Will blade and dripped the golden ichor onto the cut. The blood rolled into the wound and the bloodstream. The body drew from the foreign energy to heal her wounds. She was burning up the invasion and using its power for her injuries.
The image of the female changed. Gone was the shorter Sykeri, and in its place was a taller one. Not as tall as me but with a sparkle in her eyes.

I staggered back as the Epiphany ended. 'What was that?". I looked at the Sykeri, who looked worried as she watched me, her face pale and flushed with pain. My grip on her arm was tighter than usual.

"Ah. I'm sorry". Releasing, she winced in relief. "I'm sorry. I think I can heal your arm". She looked at me with dubious eyes. The glance from her arm to me told me she believed I could break her arm more than heal.

"Loo,k, there are three options. Either I give your body to heal, and you'll get drained. Like very drained. I don't know how long you'll feel weak, but you won't be able to follow me in.". She looked confused, no, having noticed my seriousness. "Or I could simply fix the hand. It won't heal literally, just become...good. It'll affect you. You'll feel phantom pain from it".

"What's phantom pain?".

"Reality would keep reminding you that you had a wound.". She frowned.

"You said there's three. What's the third?". She stopped rubbing her hand. I could see her considering just bearing the wound and letting it heal usually.

"The last is kinda worse. It heals you but also changes you". That was all I would say. The last thing you wanted to tell people was your blood improving them.

"Change me how?". Was that curiosity and interest I saw there?

"It'd make you more. In what way, I can't say".

She bit her lip, the one eye blinking at me before she sighed. "I think we can manage the injuries for now. Mine isn't that serious". She looked to my left.

"The others are serious?". She nodded. I couldn't just give them the offer when the offer was getting too weak to fight, feeling permanent pain, or something unknown.

'Why xmt? I just measured the amount of blood, so it'll take only the necessary amount to heal and none left to risk a change.


**Epiphany**


I was on my knees—a small pestle and a bowl in my—hand and between my thighs. I ground a bunch of leaves, then dripped in some drops of my blood. I added some more things but had no idea what.

I stumbled. Luckily, I wasn't holding on to anyone this time. I blinked down at the Sykeri, who stared at me.

"You did that thing again. Your eyes were very bright". She looked worried and yet curious.

" Yeah. Sorry. I'm trying to find a way to use my abilities to heal your team. I know I can; I just haven't seen how". Putting a finger to my chin, I pondered. " Maybe I should get the High Arcaenots to show me. But we need it now. It shouldn't be so hard". I turned to the Sykeri again, more particularly to her arm.

She flinched. "Oh. I won't do anything until I can heal you without any adverse effects".

We kept moving to the position where Ernwes was. But I wasn't paying attention. How hard should it have been for an entity like me to heal? 'Not to inflate my ego, but I'm god here. An amateur fledgling god of my records is being correct, but it shouldn't be hard to heal. I'm able to create abilities for myself. Was ab8to heal me in fights but... ". Thinking about it, I never actually helped myself. I just healed.

I began patting myself over for the wounds I knew I should have. 'Like I thought gone. So regeneration is a normal thing for us Elders'. It was like breathing for mortals. It still didn't help.

"Hey Luciv".

"Hmmh".

"Are you sleeping?".

"Noo?".

"Yeah, right. Sorry for waking you burning a question".

The fairy flew off, holding a piece of her hair, then hung from it before her eye. "Really?".

"Flying takes strength. This is better". Ignoring that you needed strength to hold onto a wall, I continued. 'Actually, she might not have that much weight, which means she's not holding up anything.' Mentally shrugging, I posed a question.

Luciv stared me in the one eye she hung before them and sighed. "What have you been doing since your birth?".

The question carried fatigue, like she didn't see why she had to answer this when it was so obvious. 'I guess being a tutor isn't so easy after all.' Keeping on an apologetic face, I answered.

"Willing things?".

"You don't sound sure". An eyebrow raised. "Yes, willing things. Your racial abilities tell. You as much".

"But I've been doing so, and it's not working. Well, at least not working all that well".

"Why did you think of it? ".

"Healing".

"How ?".

"Well, I ...". And then I explained everything.y epiphany to other things. When I was done, Luciv had a blank stare on her face. I could see the murder in her eyes, though. The fairy brought up the free hand and rubbed her face tiredly.

"I've done next to nothing, and yet I feel so tired. Who knew babying children would be so tiring. The Primordials weren't this difficult to teach. Heck, I did less teaching andore. Being taught". The fairy rambled on for a while before pausing, seeming to remember something. Slowly, she turned to me.

"You taught the Primordials," I exclaimed. She gaped them and sighed.

"Epiphany is a good skill if you don't know what to do. That's what epiphany does, though. It creates and generates ideas for how to solve a problem in ways that you wouldn't have normal control of or didn't know of before.". She stared at me like she expected me to understand what she meant.

I did, though—epiphany showed me healing techniques that left adverse effects. Or the last one that had an impact I did not know about and couldn't control.

"That's not a very nice skill, then."

"It is. If you had a tower and you wondered how to blow that tower up, epiphany wouldn't care of any mortals who could get buried beneath. It'll just show you how to blow it up".

'That sounded about right. Not lovely but right '. Still, Luciv hadn't told me what I wanted to know.

"My Lady. You wake". My question stopped as we found Ernwes and two of his men.

"Captain". I looked him over and then onto the other men. Their scratches and injuries were bruises. Manageable. "Good to see you all standing. I heard there were no major losses. I am glad".

"No. We are grateful, my lady. Our task was to guard and keep you safe. We failed and had to be babied". Bro went on a knee with a solemn. "Forgive my men. This was a blunder ony. part".

Confused, I looked to the men who looked aggrieved. 'Crazy how a single eye can show emotions more.then two eyes'.

"If I had known about the numerical threats of the eagles, I would have made more arrangements for more men."

I frowned. " Wait. Are you saying the eagle numbers were unusual?".

"Yes, my lady". He inhaled, expecting something.

"Explain. How would that be?". He remained stiff as he replied. He had run this dungeon before, and the numbers had been manageable but still hard. Information from others would confirm the numbers to be the same ratio for the number of men brought.

"So you brought just a few of your men to keep us within the ten-party range. And that failed?". He nodded. I wondered why.

"You".

"Eh".

Luciv stared me in the eyes again. "You're a force. Blood of the Primordials. These dungeons were technically set for your kind. The dungeon must have sensed you and upped the ante to the required danger for you".

'Ahh. I should have known that. Sighing, I turned to Ernwes. I'd been thinking Gordorik had indeed sent me to die., They couldn't have known this.

"They couldn't have known this, right?".

"Well...". She shrugged. I sighed and set a hand on Ernwes. The Sykeri stilled, expecting something. From the corner of my eye, I saw the three guards stiffen, hands to their swords.

'Loyal'. I didn't change my facial expression, though. "Ernwes. It's not your fault. It would seem the dungeon reacted to me".

He looked up, disbelieving. Then, he shook his head. "No. Even if . The Lord should have alerted us or something. If more powerful people make the dungeon react, he should have told us".

I blinked. 'Okay. So Gordorik is still a suspect, then. For now, though, Ernwes is either unaware or just playing me.

"Atleast I should have been alerted to being more men for our safety if you were capable of handling the danger of the dungeons." The Sykeri was ranting now. Pissed.

'Okay. Not aware'. I looked at the three guards, and I could see anger on their faces. 'A slight move and I could be in their heads. But they might notice. They look pissed off enough. How to die this? They're loyal to Ernwes, it seems. But overthrowing Gordorik sounds united for now. But it couldn't hurt to be prepared in case.

"Ernwes. Look at me". He raised his head to look at me. The anger in that single eye was alarming. If anything, it assured me. "It might just be an oversight on their part. Not everything could be a plan. Your Lord seems nice enough. I doubt he would do this to his people. Play, you've seen what I could to that creature. I'm sure...".

"My lady.". I turned to one of the other guards. Male. "That is a good reason for the Lord to want to get rid of you." I narrowed my eyes.

"Why?". I looked to Ernwes, who stared at his man. Then his eyes widened. He turned back to me.

"My Lady. By any chance, did the Lord mention summoning Lord Huritn?". I frowned. 'What the fuck was going on?'.

"Yes, he did". The expression that it all makes sense now was infuriating. "What is it?". I turned to the guards, who looked less angry and more scared and uncomfortable.

I turned back to Ernwes. The man's anger had died off as well. He looked resigned now, as if his rage was meaningless.

"Lord Hurit, the High Arcaenot Lord of the City of Yelrem, has us under his thumb as vassals. Lord Gordorik would have to summon him if something interesting shows up". The Sykerin I walked in with spoke. Ernwes looked at her and then at me.

"Vassals". The other silent guard muttered. "More like slaves."

"If the High Arcaenot Lord was interested in you, then it explains why Lord Gordorik would want to get rid of you," Ernwes explained, ignoring the Sykerin.

"You say you can heal. We've seen you summon things from nothing. I've seen you move like the realm is your canvas. Mind-controlled that...that thing to leave—my Lady. I understand, my Lord Gordorik, now. Forgive me and him for this. He weighed his people's lives over yours. Please forgive him".

I blinked. 'I'm still not understanding anything. Okay, I get the Gordorik planning this. But why would he want to kill me when he was the one to summon...".

'You are who you say you are, my Lady. Most would do more than bend the knee once they realize'. I blinked at the memory. " A message within words is annoying."

I looked at the other guards and then at the Sykerin. I was pissed. Yet worried. I should have known or suspected something like this. It wouldn't be easy to waltz into a realm and take over or even exist without trouble. The NPCs, of course, had their agendas.

Lord Gordorik's to protect his people from the Arcaenots. It quite makes sense from what the Sykerin has told me about how much the Arcaenot healing was expensive. If Lord Gordorik thought I'd be used against him, it made sense for him to want to get rid of me.

"You." My tone was cold, and my expression was blank. "...go fetch the others. You help him". I pointed to the two with Ernwes. Both guards looked at each other and then at their captain.

"If I want to kill him, you being here won't stop me. Now go". I don't know what I was doing or thinking, but I felt like I needed to complete this dungeon run and come out stronger. I just had to get a Shardoway in here and cultivate it. 'Could I trust them? Would the attempt to kill? Me when I was defenseless, now they knew why their Lord tried to kill me and them?'. I didn't even question why they weren't mad they were collateral. Thinking of it, soldiers were reasonably patriotic.

'They're just thinking of their families and the greater good.' I shook my head. 'Dungeon first. Plan later. I looked at Luciv. The fairy was still hanging there. But now she had a look in her eyes I couldn't put my hands on. It looked different from her typical gaze.

It suddenly made sense. Luciv wasn't tired. She was bored. And now something interesting was going to happen. And from the sparkle in her eyes, I could tell. she would enjoy watching me act or react. She flapped her wings and returned toy horns.

'I'll be damned if I'm reacting.' The footfalls of the men returned. I turned to them. All nine assembled as the other Sykerin joined them.

"I won't be able to heal your wounds without adverse reactions. So we'll be going through the dungeons. Stick behind me. I cut off the flow of whatever beasts are in there. I'll let some trickle by so you can get essence too".

The two that had gone to call the rest looked at the Sykerin that had stayed back in confusion.

"Now, something has happened. Something that may or may it reach your ears. I don't care. You might decide to choose sides or whatever. I don't give a fuck".

" Fuck?". One questioned the word. I ignored him.

"This will be my first warning and only one. I never thought I'd be giving it to your people. Do what you were sent here to do or just gain essence. The dungeon has generated even better creatures for us to fight. You might gain a Shardoway today. Who knows, you might not need it to. Matters not. My warning". I looked at each single eye.

"Step out of line. And you'll regret it". I turned to Ernwes. The captain looked grim. I stepped close to him and leaned down till my face was close to the side of his face."You and I are gonna walk ahead and have a very long talk about your Lord's decisions."