The city of Nerosal had experienced much during its existence. Long before the succession wars, back when it was a small hamlet between domains, people used to go there to smuggle, trade, or settle duels without fear of breaking laws or arrangents. As it grew into a city, it changed owners many tis, but the principle remainedalmost anything was allowed in Nerosal, and as long as it didnt threaten the province or the empire, people didnt mind rules being bent or broken. That was one of the reasons that the awakened underground was allowed to exist, as long as they didnt stir things too much. It was also the reason why the Orders curates allowed two people to participate in the awakening trial, provided the right price was paid.
Falkner was all too happy to pay the twenty gold coins, despite already being at level ten. For that reason, as the curate explained, he would only be able to observe while Dallion proceeded with the trial. Given that they had already been together on two missions while at the guild, Dallion didnt see any logic, but that was what they had agreed to so At the end of the day it was Falkners money and he could do whatever he wanted with it.
Have you been to an awakening shrine before? the curate guiding them asked.
A few tis back ho, Dallion replied. It was very different from this, though.
The inside of the shrine was even more magnificent than the outside. The blue marble was covered in thousands of strange symbols, as if soone had attempted to recreate the script from the Matrix but ended up doing sothing much better.
Had the ruined awakening temple near Dherma looked like this once? If so, it had to have been centuries ago, at the very least. The main corridor broke into seven more, then into seven again, ending in a small chamber with an altar inside. As they were moving in, Dallion passed dozens of people, all awakened just as him. Each was escorted by a guide from the Order, dressed in cyan garnts. Looking at them, Dallion thought about Cleric. Hopefully, the success of the hunt had made things easier for him. Or maybe he had been sent to help another noble track down so other beast of the wilderness. There was just no way of knowing.
Youre allowed one attempt, the curate said with the tone of a bored bureaucrat. The attempt comnces once you put both hands on the altar and awakened the item. You are allowed to take the observer with you, but he is only to observe. Breaking that rule will result in serious body harm.
Dallion arched a brow.
Err, I ant that the process will harm you, the curate quickly clarified. Also, it recomnded that you dont use echoes. Every now and again the shrine ends the trial abruptly when there are echoes involved.
That was good to know. At least Dallion was warned not to rely on Nox during the trial.
Anything else? Dallion asked out of habit.
The question must have been quite unusual for this world, for both the curate and Falkner stared at him as if he had a booger hanging from his nose.
Err, no, nothing else, the curate explained. In all likelihood this was the most interesting thing he had seen all day, even if it was shocking for so reason. With a slight now, he moved to the side, letting Dallion proceed.
Grab the Altar, Dallion thought. Making sure he was in contact with his harpsisword and the armadil shield, he stepped forward.
Here. He offered Falkner his left hand.
When the boy grabbed hold of it, Dallion put his right hand in the central part of the altar. The realm around him changed.
You are in a dium Awakening shrine.
Complete the trial to improve your destiny.
So this was a dium one? Dallion thought. Looking around, it was no different from the one hed been to before, only larger. Eleven columns surrounded him this ti, indicating the doorways to the trials. The sky was still the sa, filled with the outlines of the seven moons. For so reason the moons looked much more colorful, although that could also have been a result of Dallions improved perception.
Wow, Falkner said, even more bewildered than Dallion.
First ti in one of these? Dallion couldnt help but ask.
Yeah. Its a real dump. You cant even see the sky properly. And the doorways the boy pointed in the distance theyre not even complete. I didnt know there were shrines like this in cities still.
Dallion felt so out of place. Maybe now was not a good ti to ntion that the shrine he had been to previously was a complete ruin.
How do you even know where to go? Falkner asked.
They change when you move closer.
Dallion stepped directly towards the column to his right. As expected, an arch ford with the letter X on it. The tenth trial. After this, he would have what it took to step through the gate and beyond his level cap.
You coming? Dallion looked over his shoulder.
Cant. Observers arent allowed to step through the doorways. Ill still be here watching, though. Dont worry about it.
Its your money, Dallion thought, then took out his harpsisword and stepped across the threshold. The mont he did, everything around him changed. It was the shrines way to present each battle in an entirely different environnt. ntally Dallion had prepared himself for ending up in a field of smoke and fire. Instead, he was in a peaceful adow that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Nice! Its the sa as my trial, Falkner said from behind.
Dallion turned around and saw that the arch was still there, but more importantly, that Falkner could be seen behind him, as well.
Told you Ill still be here, the boy said with a smug smile. Now good luck. This one is a bit tricky.
Tricky Dallion looked at the sky, then at the ground beneath his feet. Given that there were no obvious enemies, it stood to reason that the creature, whatever it was, would either swoop down, or would erge from the ground like a giant mole. Personally he hoped it would be the forr; fighting moles sounded botherso, not to ntion there was no guarantee his music skills would work.
Music, Dallion thought.
As far as he could tell, the only source of emotion was Falkner, pulsing with several blue spots in the chest and head. The ground and the adow were completely emotionless, wrapped in a faint state of calm.
Are you sure there are no invisible guardians? Dallion gripped the hilt of his sword, ready to pull the strings at a monts notice.
I cant be sure of anything, but thats not it.
If there were no invisible guardians, then what could it be? Based on the logic of the past guardians, each guardian was part of the surrounding environnt. The sand dragon was in a desert, the sli was on an island given that Dallion was in a adow, it was likely that the creature was either an earth elental of so sword or sothing linked to plants.
Im ready, Dallion said loudly. What about you? Are you alright to start this trial?
The sound of a thousand rustling leaves filled the air. Blades of grass from up from the ground as if plucked by an invisible force, rging together like invisible knitting on a grand scale. After several seconds, Dallion took a step back. He had seen enough of the shape to recognize what he was about to facethe grass had ford the tip of a rather sharp and long horn.
A unicorn, Dallion said beneath his breath. Ill be facing a unicorn.
Close, Falkner shouted from beyond the archway. But yeah, pretty much youll be fighting that. Rember to keep your distance.
SHRINE GUARDIAN
Species: Bladicorn
Class: Earth
Statistics: 100 HP
Skills
- Entangle
- Rain of blades
- Charge
Weak spots: Hooves
Bit by bit the parts of the guardian ca into existence. The rest of the head was firstfar larger than what Dallion had imagined it would befollowed by the neck, shoulders, legs, torso, and finally the tail. No doubt about it, the creature was majestic to the extre, towering five feet above Dallion. Every part of the body was made of blades of glass rged in seamless fashion. Only the eyes appeared to be made of orange balls of light. Guided by the white rectangle, Dallion looked at the hooves. They were made entirely of hardened dirt.
So those are the weak spots? He thought. They seed quite solid; Dallion wouldnt appreciate a kick from that, that was for sure. A majestic calmness resonated throughout the creature, combined with the determination to see the trial through.
I know a draw isnt an option, Dallion said as he attempted to use his music skills on the bladicorn. But maybe we can wish each other a good fight? All the attempts to put doubt in the guardian failed. It seed that creatures could be impregnable against music skills the sa way they could against blades.
Stomping on the ground before it, the creature nodded. At least that had gone well.
COMBAT INITIATED
I want to attack and defend, Dallion changed his grip and dashed forward. Fractions of a second later, so did the bladicorn.
Red and green markers appeared on the field, suggesting possible courses of action. If Nil were here, he would probably have advised Dallion to start with a double feign. Given the creatures size and reach, that was the optimal action to take, and so Dallion did precisely that. Several dozen feet from the charging bladicorn, he swirled to the left, then to the right, then to the left again. The speed at which he did that managed to confuse the guardian. Trying to move his horn to match Dallion, the creature gradually increased the swing until it could no longer target adequately. Taking advantage of the montary confusion, Dallion leaped in the opposite direction yet again. With a spin, he slamd the side of his enemy with his shield. There was a sound of crunching glass.
That was close, Dallion thought. He suspected there might be sothing special regarding the blades and was glad not to have scraped against them. A red arc appeared, indicating the perfect angle with which to hit the back hoof. The harpsisword followed it, slicing the target in half.
FATAL STRIKE
Dealt damage was increased by 500%
This was the first ti Dallion had dealt a fatal blow. The difference between this weapon and the starting short sword was imasurable. Even so, it quickly turned out that even such an attack had only decreased the bladicorns health by ten percent. While a good start, Dallion knew he couldnt rely on the sa trick twice. From this point on, the guardian would be prepared.
A green semi-sphere appeared around Dallion. Without waiting to find out what was going on, he dashed in the opposite direction. Barely an instant later, blades of grass rained over a large part of the adow like hail. The only difference was that they had the strength and sharpness of industrial nails.
Seriously?! Dallion grunted as he drew his dartbow. Talk about going all out.
It was obvious that defeating a level ten trial guardian wasnt going to be easy, but the creatures attitude was very much unlike that of almost any he had seen before, with the possible exception of the grand colossus. Even during the guild exploration jobs, the creatures were scary, sotis outright terrifying, but they werent nearly as aggressive. The bladicorn was putting its all into this fight, as if its life depended on it. And it was at that point that it dawned upon Dallion.
Pausing for a mont, he smiled and uttered the words he never thought hed utter to a guardian.
Youre afraid of .
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