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Capítulo 16: Pool Friends pt.1

Kyrntar ventured deeper into the ancient temple, each step sinking him further into the weight of the suffocating darkness that coiled around him like a living thing. The very air seemed to pulse with malevolence, thickening with every breath he took, yet he pressed forward, his will unshaken. Shadows writhed at the edges of his vision, but the paladin clung to hope, reassuring himself that Edric and Marra had made it out. They had to. They were capable and were trained to face dangers like this. Whatever lurked in these forsaken halls would be no different, he told himself. Kyrntar's heart pounded with the quiet hum of doubt, but he silenced it swiftly, pushing it deep within his chest. He stood apart from this place, undeterred by the creeping silence that crawled over the stones like a serpent. At least that's what he had to tell himself to keep pressing forward.

A sudden shift in the air, a whisper of evil, sent a chill racing down his spine, but he stood tall, gripping the hilt of his sword. I will face this, and I will win, he thought fiercely. His mind clung to the image of Edric and Marra safely outside the temple. He couldn't allow himself to think otherwise. He was their leader, their sword. He had trained for this. No, Kyrntar was also made of stronger mettle. He wasn't like them. He couldn't afford to be.

The temple's darkness grew heavier, more oppressive, as he pushed forward, each step echoing in the hollow silence. His gaze fell upon a large, dark pool ahead, filled with debris—broken stones, shattered statues, and something else, something faintly shimmering beneath the surface. His instincts flared, warning him that this pool held more than just stagnant water and rubble. His hand moved to his sword, the blade hissing as it slid free from its sheath, ready for whatever lay ahead.

There, beneath the water, his sharp eyes caught the glint of something metallic—a small, ancient relic half-submerged in the pool. The faint shimmer seemed to pulse, an unnatural light flickering from deep within the murky depths. Kyrntar narrowed his gaze, his breath steady, his muscles coiled with anticipation. The air around the pool felt colder, sharper, and the malevolent presence that had pressed against him since entering the temple now seemed to emanate from the relic itself. 

The paladin stood at the edge of the darkened chamber, his gaze steady and unflinching as grotesque figures began to emerge from the shadows. The monsters crawled from the abyss, the beasts forms twisted and unnatural, limbs elongated and grotesquely bent at impossible angles. Its skin, pale and slick like that of something long dead, glistened under the faint light of the temple, while its hollow, soulless eyes reflected the faintest glimmers of the ancient evil that possessed them. Each creature moved with an unsettling silence, the jagged, bone-like claws scraping against the stone floor with a sound that sent shivers through the air.

The stench of decay hung thick in the room, mingling with the oppressive weight of darkness. The beasts' mouths, gaping and filled with rows of broken teeth, emitted low, guttural growls, as if tasting the air for their next victim. The abominations' misshapen bodies twitched with unnatural spasms, as though controlled by something far more sinister than mere instinct. They circled around the paladin, as if sizing him up, sizing up which piece of him they would like to devour first.

Yet, despite the horror unfolding before him, Kyrntar knew to remain calm, his expression unshaken by the nightmarish horrors that closed in. He tightened his grip on his sword, feeling its familiar weight in his hand, grounding him in the moment. His heart, bursting and beating twice to fast, struggled to slow down to the rhythm of his breath, controlled and deliberate. Where others might have faltered, where fear would have gnawed at their resolve, he searched only for clarity. This is what I was trained for. This is what I do. His pseudo-bravado was betrayed by the trembling of his sword hand.

He sized up the monsters with a cold, calculating gaze. There was no room for doubt. These abominations were nothing more than another challenge, another trial to overcome. The darkness that surrounded him, the twisted monstrosities that sought to tear him apart, were insignificant compared to the steadfastness that he carried within. He used the imagery of the mental battle within his juniors' minds to fuel his determination.

One of the creatures let out a shrill, unnatural scream, its jaws snapping open as it lunged toward him, but he did not flinch. With a swift, precise movement, he swung his sword in a wide arc, the blade gleaming as it caught the beast mid-air, cleaving through its rancid flesh with ease. The creature crumpled to the ground in a heap, its body twitching in its death throes, but Kyrntar had already moved on, his focus shifting to the next.

He felt no fear. No hesitation. His mind was clear, his body controlled by muscle memory honed from years of relentless training. These monsters, as horrifying as they appeared, were merely obstacles—obstacles he was more than capable of cutting down.

The beasts circled him, their twisted bodies writhing in the shadows, but the warrior stood resolute, his gaze unwavering. He welcomed the battle, welcomed the challenge, for it was in these moments of chaos that he found his greatest clarity. 

And as the next wave of nightmares lunged forward, Kyrntar's lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. Let them come.


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