Riven glanced around at the bodies of the satyrs, then smirked and shrugged. “I figured you wouldn’t know…which sucks, but that was expected. Either way, I seem to be doing okay so far. I’m more worried about Allie and Jose—the two I’m gunning to et with after this. The real problem here is that you don’t have any abilities or oriented pillars.”
Riven refrained from letting Ben know he had two ability scrolls in his bag. He didn’t know the man yet, and he was hesitant to just hand such valuable stuff out. Especially when he might be able to give them to Allie. And the likelihood of Ben also having affinities for that particular type of pillar just by happenstance wasn’t high anyways.
“Fuck.”
“I know.”
Athela raised a front spider paw and waved it at them shortly thereafter. “I can help you orient toward the Unholy pillar without scrolls! If that’s what you want.”
Ben nearly jumped out of his skin as the spider spoke and swore, clutching at his rising chest as he stared dumbly at the arachnid. “Did she just talk?”
“Of course I talk, you insulting little shit!” Athela squealed back up at him, hissing and chittering angrily before settling down. “I’m a princess! Address appropriately, you unworthy ape!”
Riven sighed, rolled his eyes, and motioned to the spider with his right hand. “All right, Athela, go ahead and explain it to him in detail, then.”
“Ahem.” Athela got up on her back legs and animatedly started waving her front four around while explaining to them just what to do. “First, you’ll need an affinity to bind to a pillar, and acquiring affinities can either be impossible or doable depending on the person—but raising an affinity percentage is very hard to do past a baseline point. There are a couple of ways to do it, but Riven here got an easy way out if you don’t include the life-and-death struggles he had to endure. So events, like the ones Riven had, will give them to you. WARNING
WARNING
WARNING
DUNGEON MINIBOSS FIGHT FALLEN SATYR WARLORD HAS BEEN INITIATED.
DUNGEON NEGRADA HAS SEALED OFF YOUR POINT OF EXIT UNTIL THE BATTLE IS COMPLETE.
SPECIAL EVENT: DUNGEON NEGRADA HAS BET 400,000 ELYSIUM COINS IN FAVOR OF FALLEN SATYR WARLORD. CHALGATHI HAS ACCEPTED THIS BET IN FAVOR OF RIVEN THANE.
BEGINNING BATTLE IN
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The pentagram on the ceiling burned bright crimson as a thick wall of white mana erupted from the ground to seal the hallway leading out, and ti imdiately resud a normal pace.
In an instant, the room was chaos. Riven imdiately began charging his Blood Lance, and his two minions launched into action.
“Co on, then!” Riven roared, barely activating Hell’s Armor in ti as the huge satyr barreled past Azmoth and flashed forward in a split second. Riven was imdiately flung right like a cot of flas when the goat man used his montum to collide with the warlock in a brutal shoulder charge, but the creature slipped on one of the bodies, and the impact wasn’t as drastic as it would have been otherwise.
Riven slamd into the remnants of the broken stone altar and cursed while pain radiated through his back. His flickering body, covered in protective hellfire, had significantly decreased the damage, but not wanting to spend all his mana on the ability, he disabled it a second later. anwhile, Ben scread in horror and managed to make it back into his cell, slamming the cage door behind him.
Athela rapidly tried to tie the satyr warlord down with strings of webbing, and Azmoth simply charged back with sheer weight and power behind him, roaring while he slashed at the satyr with his two right sets of claws.
*CRASH*
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