Online Game: I Returned From Death With An Unbeatable Summon Class! Chapter 14: THE LONG WALK

The left passage ran long and narrow, the ceiling dropping gradually until Marcus had to angle his shoulders slightly to keep moving without scraping the rock above him. The floor was uneven but manageable, the kind of surface that rewarded paying attention and punished the opposite.

They moved at a pace that covered ground without rushing and the cave moved around them with the particular quality of sowhere that was aware of being walked through.

Marcus clutched tighter on the blade in his hand.

Marcus checked his currency ntally.

[CURRENCY: 67 COINS]

He looked at the number for a second. Will surely get a decent al after all this.

"What do you think the boss is," Liz said.

Her voice was easy in the confined space, the natural volu of soone comfortable with silence who spoke when she had sothing to say rather than to fill gaps.

"Sothing old," Marcus said. "The cave has age behind it. Whatever lives at the end of it has been here long enough to beco part of the place."

"That’s atmospheric. Not tactical."

"Tactically I don’t know yet." He looked at the walls, the layered rune markings, the way the cave seed to lean inward the further they went. "I’ll know when I see it."

"Your confidence is either very well founded or very dangerous," Liz said.

"Usually both."

She almost smiled at that.

They moved through a section of cave that opened briefly into a wider chamber before narrowing again, and in the wider space Marcus found enough room to watch Liz move properly for the first ti in an enclosed environnt.

She adjusted automatically to every change in the space, her footwork shifting from the open field style she’d used in the village to sothing tighter and more vertical, her blade held closer to her body, her weight distribution changing in ways that would have taken Marcus years of dedicated study to replicate.

"Your style is different in here," he said.

"Different ground, different thod,"

"What works in an open field gets you killed in a corridor."

"Where did you learn to fight."

She was quiet for a mont. The kind of quiet that ant she was deciding how much of an answer to give.

"My mother," she said. "Before Ashveil. She said every woman in our line learned to fight because every woman in our line eventually needed to." She kept her eyes on the passage ahead. "I thought she was being dramatic.

" A pause. "She wasn’t."

Marcus said nothing for a mont. "Your mother was for sure right," he said. "It beca useful."​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"The magic component," he said after a mont.

"The rune on the blade. Is that Poco’s work or yours."

"Poco carved the rune," she said. "But the activation is mine. There’s an ability called Threadreading. It reads physical patterns a few seconds ahead, shows where things are going before they get there."

She looked at the blade briefly. "The rune amplifies it. The cave stone has resonance that makes it stronger in here."

"So you see the fight before it happens."

"Not clearly. More like a suggestion. A lean in one direction." She adjusted her grip. "It’s enough."

More than enough, Marcus thought, rembering the village, rembering her moving through thirty cave crawlers in the dark like she was solving a problem rather than fighting a battle. That ability in full developnt is going to be sothing significant.

[STR: 16 → 17]

[SPD: 21 → 22]

The stat notification appeared quietly and Marcus read it without breaking stride.

Every fight. Every kill. The numbers climbing in small steady steps the way water filled a container, unremarkable in any single mont and significant across the total.

If I keep this pace, he thought, by the ti I reach Lukas these numbers are going to look very different.

He held onto that thought the way he held onto most things that mattered. Quietly. Without ceremony.

The passage ahead darkened further and the rune on Liz’s blade brightened in response, the silver light pushing harder, and the cave markings on the walls multiplied, layering over each other in density that suggested proximity to sothing that had been leaving its mark on this place for a very long ti.

Then they found the skeletons.

They appeared gradually, the first one slumped against the wall on Marcus’s right, bones pale and smooth, still holding a weapon that had stopped being useful decades ago. Then another on the left. Then more, clustered closer together, the density of them increasing with every ten steps until both walls were lined with them, bones bleached clean by ti, empty eye sockets facing outward, the sll of old death dry and absolute in the still cave air.

Marcus stopped and looked at them properly.

Battle gear on most of them. Real equipnt, not beginner loadouts. Guild insignias on the armor of several. People who had known what they were doing and had co here anyway and had not co back out.

"What happened to them," Liz said quietly.

"Soone’s luck ran out," looking at the gear, the broken weapons, the stillness of them. "Whatever’s inside must be seriously strong."​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

He looked at the passage ahead where the walls narrowed further and the darkness beyond Liz’s sword light was a different quality than the darkness they’d been walking through. Denser. More present. The kind that suggested sothing on the other side of it was generating it rather than simply existing within it.

Blood markings on the walls now, joining the rune markings, dark and old and laid over the top of everything else like a final annotation.

"Close," Marcus said.

Liz raised her blade and the silver light pushed as far as it could and found the edge of sothing massive at the end of the passage.

A door.

Marcus moved toward it and then stopped.

Sothing rolled out from under the door and ca to rest against his boot.

He looked down.

He didn’t move for a full three seconds.

A head rolled out from under the door and ca to rest against his boot.

Marcus looked down.

The face looking up at him was familiar.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​