“Ahhhhh!” My fist slamd into a nearby wall.
“Master!” Alysia’s voice tried to calm down.
“I’m fine…” I responded through gritted teeth. “Where are they now?”
“They left… shortly after they finished…” His eyes fell on sothing before darting away.
I hadn’t noticed them before. They were spindly black things, shriveled, broken, and left in the rubbish that was once this dungeon. They were a pair of bloody wings, Astria’s fairy wings. I walked over and put them into my soul world, and then walked over to Matty.
“It’s ti to go.”
“Go?” Matty didn’t lookup. “There is nowhere to go. I’m a master with no dungeon. I cannot continue to exist. He left to pass you his ssage. Now, just let die.”
“I’m not leaving you here,” I responded. “I can still take care of you. My dungeon will sustain you.”
“They took everything from … they took her.”
“We’ll bring her back.” My hand tightened. “We’ll bring them all back.”
“How?”
“A person is more than just their body. We’re a story. That story is always changing. So things are forgotten or neglected, others lead us into the future and how we affect the world. I believe enough lore exists that we can bring her back. Please, let try.”
My voice didn’t hold any arrogance or dominance. I pleaded with him genuinely. I had once treated Mathew as an annoyance, a harmless fly that irritated . Now, he might be the only one who knew how I was feeling at that particular mont. As he looked up at , I reached out my hand. After a brief mont of hesitation, he took my hand. I imdiately put him into my soul world.
“Absorb.”
Matty’s Maze of Mysteries was already destroyed. It was desiccating and breaking away. The Dungeon Master, without being able to beco part of a new dungeon, would naturally fall apart and die. However, because he was already my tad monster, I could just bring him to my dungeon and he could beco a boss there. However, before I left, I was going to take everything that remained. Matty’s lore may have been shattered and the stored miasma scattered, but after my ti in the Deep, I had grown accustod to lore absorption and manipulation.
I could absorb the lore, and it was possible I could reassemble so of it. It’d be the equivalent of assembly the pieces of a novel shoved into a paper shredder, but there was a possibility. Thus, the little pieces of shattered dungeon lore lted and were absorbed by . Everything else that remained in the dungeon also began to lt away. The desiccation process that might have taken a week was sped up quicker and quicker. I left the dungeon, appearing on the outside. There, I absorbed the last pieces of it.
There wasn’t much left to work with, but I did have Matty. Matty possessed the mories of his mother, and the so-called maid boss would have been based on those mories. There was still hope I could bring her back.
As for Lydia, I had already tried to resurrect her and failed. Either she was still alive and he was lying, or she was killed in a manner where even her soul was destroyed. As for Astria, she would need to hold out. I would save her though. I had to.
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