“It doesn’t matter where my lore is. You won’t be able to reach it.” I declared.
“Thankfully, I don’t need to find it. It will present itself once you’re dead.” He chuckled. “To think that you’ve rged a fountain with a dungeon… and sothing else too. The fountain puts out miasma?” He glanced at the pool admiringly. “How truly interesting.”
“Your harem lost. They were defeated. I already won,” I shot back.
This ti, the smile on his face looked sowhat dangerous. “I almost lost, at least these won. However, as you probably are aware, they do not make up all of my harems. There is always more where they ca from.”
“Yes, I’ve seen your zombie won.” I sneered.
“They are hardly zombies. These won joined my side because they wanted power and immortality. I gave them both. Their lore will live on in my dungeon for all ti.”
“Dungeons corrupt lore! They have no future. Their story will degrade with ti, and they will beco faceless… just another generic body.”
“Isn’t that their faults?” He shrugged. “If they were more interesting and distinct, then their lore would last. If they were resilient and strong enough, then they would evolve into miasmic creatures.”
That was ultimately the difference between those he fed to his dungeon and the girls around like Astria, Elaya, Xin, or Selena. Anything a dungeon made wasn’t necessarily a living thing, even if it had been fed that living thing and was just making a copy of it. It took a special sothing, a kind of spark for soone to beco a real person.
After getting to such a high level in dungeon master, I could see it with a look. I understood when a dungeon creature was more than the copy, and I could tell that all of those won behind him were rely shadows, not much different than the shadow people Twilight used. They were re puppets to command, their true faces not even rembered. I hadn’t noticed it before, but many of them looked similar, to the point they all could be related. This was because he didn’t bother to rember their faces, and the lore began to blur them all together.
I shook my head. “We still beat you, living won with living won. Are you going bully with an army I couldn’t possibly be old enough to have?”
I was trying to play on his pride, and by the dark look he returned , it appeared to be working.
“You didn’t beat all of them. I will acknowledge my mistake.” His eyes shot to First, who shook slightly. “First, co to .”
She slowly got up from her spot where she had been hiding in a crater. Her clothing was ripped in various places and she was filthy. She walked up to King Roth. He lifted his foot and casually kicked her away. The force was enough to cause her to fly several ters.
“Who said you, trash? I asked for First!” He snarled.
First, the queen lioness, rose from the spot, walking up to him confidently, a smug expression on her face as she gave a small bow.
“Yes, my lord?”
“I was too hasty in taking the position from you. I gave my trust to a failure,” King Roth said.
The magician was still on the ground with her face buried in the dirty, her body silently shaking as she wept.
“My lord doesn’t make mistakes. It was her fault. She squandered your power and wasted it.”
He gave a nod. “You won’t do the sa.”
It wasn’t a question.
“I won’t, my lord.”
“Then go, defeat them, and bring Deek’s head!”
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