She gave him a chittering nudge while walking by and began to stride ahead with Azmoth in tow. “Nicely done. As expected of my warlock slave!”
Riven snorted and downed another vial of Sinner’s Blood, replenishing his mana to full and wiping the red liquid from his lips on his sleeve. “Warlock slave?! Hold on here…”
“Royal jester, warlock slave, servant to the princess… All acceptable titles for a plebian such as yourself,” Athela stated with a dismissive wave of her spider paw while continuing down the hallway and bypassing larger chambers on her left that were illuminated with dull red light. “Whichever suits you best, little man. Just let know and it shall be so!”
“Little man?! I’m three tis your size, you little runt!”
“PLEBIAN! I’VE STOMPED BABIES STURDIER THAN YOU!”
Riven rely rolled his eyes. They continued their trek toward the river of blood for their daily al, with Riven muttering to himself about how arachnids were stupid and Athela doing that strange thorax-bobbing swagger-walk she did whenever she won an argunt or a battle.
The three of them had been doing very well in choosing their battles over the course of their ti here. Low-level monsters were eagerly picked off in order to grind levels and increase their stats, while higher-level monsters or large groups of them were generally avoided. The exception was situations like this, where they were able to funnel larger groups of low-level monsters into a tight space with Azmoth as the front line if they needed him to be. It was incredibly likely Azmoth could have handled all these low-level ghouls by himself without much hassle if needed—or that Riven could kill multiple enemies with a single strike of his Blood Lance spell if they were lined up correctly.
At the very least, they were all improving at a steady rate. Quite a fast one at that, if Riven had to guess. According to Athela, they were all likely to get level-assigned abilities soon. Riven had been lucky enough to find ways to acquire in all the dungeon we’ve explored thus far does this one area seem pristine and beautiful? Why are there no monsters over there, trampling the plants? Why have we not even one ti seen a creature venture that way in the weeks we’ve been coming here?”
He gave her a knowing look with a raised eyebrow underneath the hood of his fur-lined brown cloak. “It’s absolutely fishy, and I’m willing to bet that those plants are dangerous. What does a demonic spider want with flowers, anyways?”
She animatedly waved her front spider legs around in the air. “I’m a princess, Riven! I need pretty things!”
“Right.”
Athela glared at him, and with a humph she trotted toward the river’s edge to start filling up.
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