Alexia
The next couple months pass by as I travel through the dungeon suggested to by Ethan. A dungeon that's full of illusions. None of which affect .
Doesn't change the fact that the monsters in here have kept wandering the dungeon for two months, only reaching a little over level 400.
"You complain a lot," the Quantum Architect, who has been speaking more and more over these past couple months, whines. But I chose to ignore him.
He tends to stop talking when I do that.
I stretch my arms slightly as I walk through the illusion-covered corridor of this damned maze. Only to end up at another dead end, making groan and turn back around again.
This maze is a bigger issue than the illusions.
I pause mid-step when a notification appears in my vision.
The Second Dinsional Council shall comnce in three days' ti.
All Authority holders are advised to gather those you wish advising you during this council and ntally designate them as your advisors.
If they are not designated within the next three days, they will not be brought with you to the Council.
If you are in a dungeon and cannot get out, you will be teleported to the Council anyways.
Huh. I almost forgot that was a thing.
Yeah, there's no way I'll be able to make my way out of the dungeon in three days. I'm just gonna continue fighting in this dungeon.
So without any hesitation whatsoever, I arrive at the crossroads within the maze and begin moving down the next path.
Only to find a fallen foxkin turning the corner before imdiately beginning to prowl as if I didn't notice it, the chaos monster clearly not realizing that I'm not affected by illusions. And without any hesitation, I teleport in front of it, startling the thing right at the sa ti that my polearm's glaive cuts straight through its neck, severing its head.
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Then I proceed to move on through the dungeon, whistling as I do so.
And just like that, the next few days pass by in a flash with doing nothing but killing fallen foxkin and other illusion affinity monsters while getting lost in a damned maze. Before I know it, the System starts flashing with the countdown for the council eting's start.
I glance at the bat on my shoulder, wondering if he's planning on joining .
"I'm not going to give those mortals any of my attention," he answers my thoughts, making raise a brow.
Still calling them mortals?
His eyes open as he narrows them slightly, "Daughter, if you grow attached to them, you will regret it. I'm telling you this now."
Yeah, yeah. Say, why haven't you returned to your humanoid form since we spoke with your father? I'm sure it'd be easier to move around in that form.
The slightest hint of a smirk makes its way onto my lips when the quantum being shuts up.
Ah, the perfect retorts. Always works like a charm.
I can't help but chuckle a little before the countdown hits zero and the smile vanishes from my face right as I appear in my booth at the top of the Dinsional Council Chamber.
Just like last ti, I appear on the fifth level of the chamber. anwhile the King of Giants and the King of Silvercrest both appear on the fourth level, alongside two others. Both of which I realize I don't actually recognize.
I quickly identify the two while resting my cheek on my fist, my elbow on the arm rest of my little throne as I push my hood off of my head with my other hand.
{Morgan Veni-Tial – Species: Witch – Class: Sage of Visions – Level 279}
{Sergan vel Rath – Species: Fiend – Class: Hellfire Heretic – Level 288}
Both of them look at , eting my gaze only to shiver as I sense fear wafting off of the two of them.
Oh co on, do I really look that scary? I know it's a common reaction, but still…
"They're mortals," the voice in my head says, the quantum being as obsessed with that term as ever. "It would probably help if you put more emotion into your gaze."
I blink in surprise, finding him to actually be saying sothing useful for a first.
Then I realize that I have no idea how to do what he just suggested. So I put that off until later to figure out.
Maybe Astrid can help .
Well, anyways, I focus on the other Authority Holders down below. And I quickly find that most of the people in here last ti have at least reached Authority Level 2. anwhile a bunch of new faces that I don't recognize at all are at Authority Level 1.
So people who I think were at Authority Level 2 also reached Authority Level 3 since as well.
Alara actually shot straight up to Authority Level 3 herself, so she's gotten quite a bit of power and influence since the last ti the council t.
As for Astrid, she also got so Authority, but she's staying in Alara's booth anyways. Because, just like , she has no interest in politics.
Although, a lot of people are currently noticing the rather large differences in her from before. Considering that she's a variant hydra and all now.
Not really sure what exactly that makes her, but she's still technically a Class S species. And with a strange elent as well. A mixture between shadow and magma.
My sister looks rather imposing just sitting there with her arms crossed, molten eyes glowing with a black and red light while wearing an attire fit for an assassin.
Then again…
I glance down at myself to find that I probably look just as much if not even more imposing than she does in my black and purple cloak over my red and black Dragon of Cataclysm scale armor.
My rather distracted thoughts are brought back to the council when Varsac begins speaking.
Oh. Right.
Council eting.
"Is everyone ready?" Varsac asks, making nods and a rather large mix of muttered agreents run through the council chambers. So sad, so excited. "Then we must prepare for war."
I blink.
Wait, what?
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