“It’s coming soon.” Eliana warned as we started to approach the dock.
“What?” I asked, but no sooner did I ask than I felt a familiar feeling, but it was the text that told what happened clearly.
[You have entered the dungeon, Champion’s Gauntlet. Destroy the lore to break the curse, or complete the lore for extra dungeon points and a blessing!]
“What was that?” Chance asked.
“My chest skipped a beat,” Cici added.
I knew they said that the islands were a dungeon, but I had never t a dungeon that didn’t have so kind of distinct entrance. In my mind, I had imagined us sailing through so kind of ravine and entering into so watery crater surrounded by impassible mountains, although the maps I had seen didn’t represent such a scene. Instead, the distant landscape blended with the appearance inside seamlessly. There was no block or portal-like entry.
When it ca to Karr’s dungeon and even Mina’s Dungeon, they had expelled out miasma that affected the external terrain and started to make it look a bit like inside the dungeon, but that terrain still wasn’t technically the dungeon until you went through the entrance. I had never encountered a dungeon before that was just part of the landscape like this. As we passed the unseen barrier, other than a slight shift in the mana as we entered a miasmic region, nothing else could be detected. Had I not had the text warning, I’d never even guessed we were in a dungeon.
As we sailed around the island, we ca upon a massive cove, and in that cove was a modest-sized city complete with docks. Many boats seed to be sailing in and out of the city. So were heading to the mainland. These were usually larger. Others were heading straight to the other islands, likely for adventurers looking to train in this so-called champion’s gauntlet. The naming of the dungeons never seed to have any steadfast rule. So were nad after the person or persons that instigated it, while others were nad after their function or their story.
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“I wonder why it’s called the Tearfall Isles instead of the Champion’s Gauntlet.”
“Oh? You know the na of the dungeon?” One of Alysia’s friends overheard and spoke up. “Most people don’t know the true na unless they take part in the gauntlet. They all just call it Tearfall instead. The na Tearfall cos from the shape of the islands. If you look at a map, they resemble teardrops falling from the Ost Republic. They were nad before the formation of the dungeon.”
It turned out that every question didn’t necessarily need to have a complex answer about the lore that stemd back hundreds of years. Hearing such a simple explanation was relaxing in a way. That’s when I heard the last part of her statent.
“The islands ca before the dungeon?” I asked in surprise.
“Is it so surprising?” Eliana asked. “After everything you’ve seen?”
I supposed it wasn’t. In most cases, dungeons were like cancer, carving themselves out of the land in their little separate bubble of miasma. However, soul dungeons could exist bound to an object and took up no space. Why should I be surprised now by a dungeon that was indistinguishable from the world around it?
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