“What was the point of it then?” I demanded, still trying to keep my cool, which would have been impossible without Alysia beside . “Why put through a trial if I cannot be resurrected?”
“This dungeon… has always had a single mission. It was to find a swordsman and to manufacture him his sword. To find a replacent for my failure with my daughter. Had that purpose not beco corrupted and forgotten, then in this level, your sword would absorb all of the power of the sword, and you would finally be released.”
“What about now?” I asked.
He pointed up, and a white ball began to fall from the ceiling. It gently floated down, and he caught it in his hand. Then, he held it out to .
“If you destroy this, then this dungeon will disperse. You, and Alysia, will be freed. The body will be reford, and Alysia will be released to be resurrected.”
I reached out to grab the orb, but as I did, a soft hand fell on my mine and held it. I turned to Alysia, who was looking at tearfully.
“We… shouldn’t destroy this story. We don’t have the right.”
“I’m sorry for the trouble we-” the man stopped as he felt his shirt being tugged.
He looked down to see his daughter pulling his shirt and looking up at him.
“Is there nothing that we can do?” She asked, her eyes wet with tears.
He raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to help?”
She nodded her head. “I… want to be a good girl.”
He smiled gently, kneeling and stroking her head. “Oh, my child. I also wish to do sothing good for once.”
“Can we complete it?” Alysia asked.
He turned to us. “Complete it?”
“The dungeon… can you finish turning into the blade. Deek will be the swordsman, and I will be his blade, right?”
“If you do this… it won’t be painless.”
“I can take it.”
He turned to , but I was looking at Alysia.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“I want to walk this path with you. I want to save more dungeons, and turn misfortune into blessings.”
I nodded. It was sothing I needed to hear at that mont. I was still in a bit of shock over the previous declaration. All of my slave bonds had been severed, and two months had passed. That was two months where everyone believed to be dead. Just what was going on up there? Was it too late to save Aberis? What about all my girls? Who knew where they were after two months? As my Slave Master grew, I had gained the skill Bond Conditions. It allowed to set the nature of a Slave Bond. Normally, the bond would reconnect to soone else, usually in the slave guild. I had set my bonds to disperse upon my death, effectively freeing the girls. This was technically against the rules, but I wasn’t expecting to die permanently. I should also state that even upon death, the bonds remained intact as long as your soul was alive. It took the soul being destroyed or the bonds being severed from the soul to truly end the bond. That’s why when I cut my soul, one part of ended up with all of the bonds, rather than them being duplicated or sothing.
“Then, let’s finish this dungeon right.” I fird my resolve.
I would fix everything. I would show this world my strength, and I would resolve myself to reclaim what I lost.
“Good.” The man stood back up. “Then let’s begin.”
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