DAGGER Level 3 has been cleared!
Continue on to fulfill the DAGGERs destiny!
A gate erged, marking the path to the next section.
Good one, Dallion thought.
Winning a duel against a corpse wasnt sothing hed brag about, but the achievent points were more than welco, as was increasing his magic to nine. A bit more luck and hed be able to reach the coveted magic ten in this very artifact. That was supposed to be good news, but Dallion couldnt shake the feeling that sothing didnt feel right.
Three down, four to go, Nil said, trying to be encouraging. Youre almost halfway there.
Halfway there, Dallion repeated, then passed through the gate to the next section.
As predicted, there were four doorways to choose from, each leading in a different direction. There was nothing stopping Dallion from going through the motions and fight his way to the guardian, but he decided to take advantage of Noxs ability and have the battle here instead.
This ti, the level guardian erged, filling the space. Thankfully, it was a feral creature: a rather large blade spider. There was a ti when the size and nature of the creature would have intimidated Dallion. No longer, though. Leaning against the wall, he let Nox handle it. The crackling was only too happy, finally getting a chance to sharpen its claws.
The fight was swift and brutal. Nox would shift between fighting in puma form or as a pack of cublings, clawing at the spiders blade legs until one was torn off. In the process, though, five of the cublings were killed off, reducing Noxs overall health by ten percent each ti.
On several occasions, Dal considered stepping in, but July warned him not to. This was the first ti the echo had spoken to him on his own accord since the death of Gleama positive step, though still a small one.
DAGGER Level 4 has been cleared!
Continue on to fulfill the DAGGERs destiny!
The familiar rectangle popped up, right after Nox had managed to slaw through the guardians shell, defeating it. Not an easy victory by any ans, but the creature seed content to the point that it brushed into Dallions leg passing by.
Way to go, buddy. Dallion smiled. Ill handle the next one.
Without protest, the puma leaped off the floor, vanishing midair. Monts later, the Nox dagger erged in Dallions belt. From here on, he was going to chiefly rely on the weapon rather than the familiar for fighting.
For half a minute Dallion stood there, hoping that the gate to the next section would erge. When it didnt, he headed towards the right most corridor.
The section being lit up made a whole world of difference. For starters, it was a lot more pleasant, making the corridors aesthetically pleasing. The material had changed from common tal to sky silver alloy, suggesting that beneath the crude surface the artifact was hiding a treasure. Likely that was the reason that the dwarf wanted it cleared off the books so to speak. Either way, that wasnt Dallions concern. He was rely hired to get the job done. What happened afterwards was not his concern.
It took half a day to go through the maze of tunnels. Thankfully, defeating the guardian had also put an end to the creatures within the section. Upon reaching the next starting point, Dallion decided to use the sa strategy, having Nox summon his enemy.
The fifth guardian of the Dagger was another feral: a shield turtle, of all things. Fighting it was a lot easier than any of the previous guardians, making Dallion wonder whether the order hadnt been reversed. There was no rule stating that guardian strength was based on order of appearance, but he had co to expect it. It was more alarming that the difference between feral and banished guardians seed so vast. Back when Dallions awakening level was in its twenties, it had been barely noticeable. The fact that it now was leading him to the conclusion that the banished had to follow so additional rules of their own.
I was a bit worried after facing the copyette, the armadil shield said. But the way things are going, this could be the easiest clearing yet.
Dont jinx it, Dallion said, but he was thinking the sa. Only two guardians were left, and he wasnt remotely as tired as he feared he might be. At this point, he could even afford to go all out with point attacks again.
When Nox challenged the sixth guardian, though, one thing beca obviousthe armadil shield had indeed jinxed it.
DAGGER LEVEL 6 GUARDIAN
Species: NYMPH
Class: SHADOW
Health: 70%
Traits:
- BODY 50
- MIND 40
- REACTION 20
- PERCEPTION 20
- MAGIC 40
Skills:
- ATTACK
- GUARD
- ACROBATICS
- ATHLETICS
- FORGING
- MUSIC
- SPELLCRAFT
- WIND SLASH (Species Unique)
- SOUND ENTANGLE (Species Unique)
- WATER FORM (Species Unique)
Weakness: NONE
A nymph with fifty magic? Dallion stared at his opponent.
On the surface, he seed like a lanky youth with a set of pull plate nymph armor that was three tis his size. The magic within him was exceptionally bright, not to ntion it spread into every piece of his armor, which was made of tal.
Hey, the guardian said. I knew sooner or later youd get here.
It took so ti to cross your mazes, Dallion replied, summoning his weapon.
Not talking to you. The guardian looked down. Im talking to her. He pointed at the harpsisword.
This was the third ti that Dallion had seen such a reaction. First, it was back in the training dagger, then when Onda entered his realm. Now this nymph, as well.
Harp, that conversation that we keep leaving for later, Dallion thought, it would be nice to have it soon.
Dont tell shes an empress, Dallion said, trying to find weaknesses in his opponents stance.
No. A blob of sadness beca visible in the nymphs chest. But she could have been.
He was about to say more, but Dallion chose not to give him the opportunity, charging forward with a line attack.
The thread of destruction smashed into the nymphs armor, causing droplets of water to fill the chamber and there it stopped, absorbed by the liquid.
COMBAT INITIATED
Dallion pushed on, tapping the side of his harpsisword as he swung at the nymphs neck. Before it could reach its target, the spray droplets throughout the room darted to the nymph, forming a two-handed sword blocking the attack.
Refusing to give up the initiative, Dallion struck several tis more. With the blade vibrating he was supposed to be able to cut through stone and steel, yet sohow the blade of water kept on blocking him, as if it were invincible.
Youre weak, the guardian said, not bothering to counterattack. A few nice tricks, a bit of potential
Runes appeared on the floor in the wake of the nymphs footsteps. Similar to the Vixenair, he could draw runes with his feet.
Dallion slashed at the ground, using his spark to disrupt the spell. The symbols faded away only to have news ones appear.
Thousands would kill at the opportunity to be trained by her, the nymph continued, taking on Dallions blows. Hundreds of otherworlders competed for the honor.
Each word was accompanied by a subtle voice attack, trying to establish a link with Dallions emotional state, then abuse it. The attacks were easy to spot, but represented yet another field which he had to focus on. Music, magic, and physical all were things that could prove fatal in battle. If Dallion wanted to win, he had to take each of those things into account and counter them. So far, he wasnt doing well at all, at least on the surface. He couldnt help but notice that the guardian was casting spells just a bit too slow. No matter how fast his feet moved, the symbols continued to appear at a steady pace, as if he were toying with Dallion.
Well, shes my teacher now, Dallion said, launching a music attack of his own. A few links were established with the cold anger pulsing within the guardian, only to be snapped fractions of a second later.
Pure undeserved luck. Just like the rest of your race. You feed on the remnants of greatness like vultures living off the corpses of ti. Youll never amount to anything, so you fight for the rot thats not yours.
Dallion pulled back to do a point attack, when the harpsisword flew out of his hand. Purple light surrounded it, light that he hadnt been able to see in the past. Dozens of interlock spell circles ford as the weapon changed form, turning into the nymph.
Thats how you did it, Dallion thought. The transformation had been a magic spell all along. In the past, Dallion just wasnt able to see it. But if that were the case, why was it restricted? And also, did it an that the armadil shield was able to use magic as well?
Seeing Harp in her nymph form, the dagger guardian froze still. The symbols on the floor faded as he lowered his weapon.
Youve gone too far, she said, sounds emanating from her body with the intensity of a loudspeaker. It isnt your place to decide what happens in the world. Especially not now!
The guardian reached forward, mouth opening to say sothing. Before he could, a spell circle ford on the floor, moving beneath him. Waves burst up, each causing dozens of red rectangles to stack up. Counting the damage, that single spell had cost well thousands of percent of damage. Not even terminal attacks were this vicious.
DAGGER Level 6 has been cleared!
Continue on to fulfill the DAGGERs destiny!
Dallion stood petrified at what he had just seen. This wasnt the first ti hed faced overwhelming strength. It wasnt the most hopeless situation he had been in, either. If he were at full strength, with all his familiarsGleam being aliveand his current combat splitting abilities, he could potentially put up so resistance if no spells were cast.
Harp?
Ignore what he said. The harpsisword turned towards him. Being banished affects people differently. So work to forget the past, others let it fester, transforming into scyllas. In a few more centuries, hed have beco just that.
Who are you, Harp?
Im the guardian of your harpsisword, she replied. It doesnt matter who I was. After the banishnt, no one is what they used to be. Emperors, empresses, generals, heroes tens of thousands of them are within items. All of them were sothing significant before their banishnt. Now, were all items.
What about the other part? Dallion wanted to ask.
The whole thing about humanity relying on the past wasnt a new concept. Many people had ntioned it, even the Star. However, there lay the paradox. If humanity was so worthless, how had it risen to a point that it ruled the world? Even the conflict between the empire and the other world powers was essentially a fight between human kingdoms. Or maybe the guardian had been a bit more literal.
Whats this artifact, Harp? he asked. Its more than a sword, isnt it?
Its a sword, just a special type of sword. A weapon designed specifically to fight us and the copyettes.
Like sli bolts?
No, its the opposite. Once you fulfill its destiny, itll be able to train magic at touch.
Holy crap.
Not as extre as what you experienced when learning potion making, but enough to harm magic races.
A weapon to fight nymphs and copyettes. Only one thought ca to mind: soone was trying to do the sa that Dallion had back in Nerosal. Aspans secret was out and people were already gearing up to take him on.
Dallion and the nymph kept looking at each other silently, close to a minute, after which Harp returned to her usual form, dropping to the ground.
Nil. Dallion picked up the weapon. Whats the state of Hannahs inn?
The Tipiece is still standing. Its Lanitol thats in trouble. You can ask the dwarf to send a ssage to my original if you like. Im sure he would.
No. Dallion replied. The fewer people knew, the better. For the mont, he had one decision to make: whether to go forward with clearing the item or stop here.
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