Capítulo 7: Chapter 6: "Echoes of the Forgotten Part 2"
We moved cautiously through the next chamber, the air now cooler but thicker, like the stillness before a storm. Unlike the previous halls we had explored, this one felt like a forgotten place, a pocket of time preserved in eerie silence. The light from our floating crystals flickered, casting long, wavering shadows across the walls, making the stone appear to breathe with a slow, rhythmic pulse.
It was different here—more intimate. The space was narrower, the walls closing in, almost as if the ruin itself were becoming more secretive. In contrast to the grandiosity of the outer halls, this chamber was built with strange geometries, the angles of the walls slanting inward in ways that didn't follow any natural order. It felt as though the rules of physics were being bent with every step we took.
Zeri, always the first to push ahead, stopped mid-step, her hand raised in warning. "Something's not right," she murmured. Her voice had lost its usual sarcasm, replaced by a tension I hadn't heard before. She was watching the floor closely, eyes narrowing as if calculating her next move.
I followed her gaze, scanning the ground for any signs of traps or disturbances. But the floor was smooth, just like the walls. I could feel it, though—a subtle shift in the air, a thickening of the atmosphere. The ruin was alive in ways we hadn't yet encountered.
"It's the architecture," Tarek said, his voice low but thoughtful. "This part of the ruin doesn't make sense. There's too much symmetry, too much precision. It feels like... a test."
"A test?" Zeri snorted. "Great, so we've been walking into tests this whole time?"
"Focus, Zeri," I said, holding my hand up. "Tarek's right. There's something about this place. Just... stay sharp."
We all slowed our pace, moving with more caution now. Each step was deliberate, and with each turn, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched, though I couldn't explain why. The walls seemed to hum under our feet, the faintest vibrations that suggested something—or someone—was near.
After what felt like an eternity of tense silence, we reached the far side of the chamber, where the walls opened into another corridor. But this one was different. It was covered in intricate carvings that seemed to move, shifting before our eyes. At first, they appeared to be a series of abstract symbols, but as we drew closer, they began to form into images—scenes of battles, of rituals, of ancient figures that seemed to be caught in time.
Zeri stepped forward, her curiosity piqued. "Looks like a history lesson," she said dryly. "What do you think, Aldyn? Should we study the past, or keep moving?"
"Keep moving," I said, scanning the corridor ahead. "I think we've seen enough history for one day."
Norah had been unusually quiet, her rifle steady in her hands. She glanced up from the carvings, her expression unreadable. "There's something unsettling about it," she said softly. "Like the images are alive, waiting for us to make a move."
Tarek didn't respond immediately, his attention focused on something near the corner of the corridor. "More traps?" he asked, his voice tense.
"I don't know," I muttered, drawing my sword. "But we're about to find out."
We stepped forward, and as if on cue, the floor shifted beneath our feet, revealing hidden passages on either side. Something clicked in my mind—the carvings weren't just history, they were warnings, pointing us in different directions.
"Great," Zeri muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Choose your poison, right?"
We all stopped, looking at the two new paths before us. One led deeper into the labyrinth, the other seemed to turn back toward the heart of the ruin. Both were equally uninviting.
"Let's take the right path," I said after a pause, nodding toward the deeper corridor. "The treasure's more likely to be that way."
Tarek raised an eyebrow. "Treasure? You're already thinking about what we're going to sell when we get back?"
Zeri chuckled, though it was edged with uncertainty. "I'm thinking more about what'll get us out of here alive."
"Focus," I repeated, a little sharper this time. "Let's see what's down there first, then we can talk about treasure."
We began walking down the path on the right, the walls narrowing further as we advanced. The light from the floating crystals became dimmer, and the shadows seemed to deepen around us. I didn't like it. Something was off. The quiet had turned oppressive, thick with the weight of the ruin. The sense of being watched—of being drawn deeper into its heart—was stronger than ever.
Suddenly, Zeri stopped. She pointed ahead, and the rest of us froze, instinctively reaching for our weapons. "There's something in the air," she said, her voice hushed.
I could feel it too, a subtle change. The temperature dropped ever so slightly, and the faintest whiff of something metallic—almost like the scent of old blood—reached my nose.
"Get ready," I said quietly, signaling for everyone to take cover. "Something's coming."
Without warning, the walls on either side of us began to tremble, and a low rumble echoed through the corridor. Then, from the shadows ahead, something moved.
A massive creature, its form a blur of shadow and shifting lights, emerged. Its eyes glowed with a sickly green hue, and its limbs were elongated, almost too thin for its bulky body. It was like something born of the ruin itself—an abomination of twisted metal and bone.
I raised my sword, instinctively stepping forward, ready to engage. "Stay sharp!" I shouted, as the creature let out a growl that reverberated through the walls.
The creature's growl reverberated through the chamber, and for a moment, we all froze, each of us instinctively bracing for the inevitable. It was larger than I'd imagined—almost twice the size of a man—but its movements were fast, unnervingly swift for its size. Its eyes glowed with an unsettling green light, like lanterns in the dark, and I could see its body shift and flicker between solid and intangible. The very air around it crackled with energy, and I had no doubt that whatever it was, it was far from natural.
"Get ready!" I shouted, my grip tightening on my sword.
Zeri moved first, her sabre drawn and ready. She didn't hesitate as she charged towards the creature, moving with the fluidity of a seasoned fighter. Her blade met its body with a hiss of sparks, but it barely seemed to notice. The creature twisted unnaturally, its elongated arm lashing out like a whip, catching Zeri off guard. She ducked just in time, but the force of the blow sent her skidding backward, her boots scraping across the stone floor.
"Zeri!" I called, watching her recover, but she was already back on her feet, not giving the creature a chance to gain ground.
"Keep it off balance!" Tarek shouted, his voice commanding.
The creature wasn't done yet. It lunged again, this time aiming for Norah, who had already positioned herself farther behind with her rifle raised. But instead of firing, she ducked low, rolling to the side just as the creature's claws slashed through the air where she'd been standing.
"We need to work together!" I shouted, stepping forward and launching a series of strikes. My sword clanged against the creature's body, but it felt like cutting through water—nothing solid to hold onto.
Tarek's mana shield crackled to life, and he threw another burst of energy at the creature's chest. The blast hit it squarely, causing a ripple in its form. It staggered back, but only for a moment before righting itself, its body flickering as if it were recalibrating.
"Damn thing's not real," Zeri muttered under her breath, barely dodging another swipe. "What the hell is it made of?"
"We'll find out soon enough!" I grunted, rushing forward again, sword raised. My eyes locked onto the creature's glowing core. If we were going to take it down, we had to hit that.
The creature's arms lashed out in every direction, its movements erratic, unpredictable. We were all on edge now, barely keeping up with the pace of its assault.
"Norah!" I yelled. "Take the core!"
She nodded, her rifle humming as she adjusted her aim. The shot rang out, a burst of blue energy tearing through the air, striking the creature's core. For a moment, it seemed like the creature might collapse, but instead, it let out a deafening screech and reeled back, its form flickering violently.
"It's not enough!" Tarek shouted. "It's adapting!"
The creature's form was becoming more fluid now, its body slipping between solid and semi-translucent states. The more we attacked, the harder it was to land a blow that would do any lasting damage. It was as if we were fighting against a shadow, unable to pin it down.
"Zeri, get behind it!" I barked. "Tarek, keep the shield up! We need to hit it together!"
Zeri didn't hesitate. She sprinted around the creature, sabre raised, moving with a fluid grace that only she possessed. She slid behind it just as it turned, and in one fluid motion, she drove the blade into the vulnerable spot at the back of its body. The creature staggered, its body flickering like a broken hologram.
"Now's our chance!" I shouted, rushing forward. "All together!"
The air around us crackled with anticipation as I made my move, stepping in with one final, sweeping strike. The creature recoiled, but before it could retaliate, Tarek threw everything he had into a burst of energy that hit the creature's core.
The blast caused a shockwave, and the creature's form shattered, disintegrating into a cloud of mist and light. The remaining fragments fell to the ground with a heavy thud, nothing but remnants of metal and broken energy.
We stood there, panting, our bodies drenched in sweat. The weight of the battle still hung in the air, but there was no time to rest.
"Is it dead?" Zeri asked, her voice strained.
"For now," I said, lowering my sword. But I didn't feel the usual satisfaction of victory. There was something unsettling in the way the creature had fought, the way it had adapted. It wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
We regrouped quickly, checking our wounds. Zeri's side was bleeding, a deep gash from the creature's claws. I could feel a sting on my arm, but it wasn't deep enough to slow me down. Tarek had a few scratches, but Norah was mostly untouched, her rifle still in hand.
"Everyone alright?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.
"Could be worse," Zeri muttered, wiping the blood from her side. "Could be dead."
Tarek nodded, though he was visibly shaken. "That thing was no joke. If it wasn't for Norah's shot, we'd still be fighting."
Norah didn't respond immediately, her eyes scanning the chamber we were in. "That was only a sentinel," she said quietly. "There's more to this place. We need to keep moving."
I agreed. As much as I hated the thought, we had to push forward. The deeper we went, the closer we were getting to the heart of the ruin, and whatever waited there.
We continued down the narrow passageway, the silence now deafening in contrast to the chaos we had just endured. The walls seemed to close in around us, the dark stone of the ruin stretching on for what felt like an eternity.
As we moved, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being drawn deeper into something far beyond our understanding. The temperature seemed to drop, and the air grew thicker, the weight of the ruin pressing down on us.
After what felt like hours, we reached the entrance to the central chamber. It was larger than anything we'd seen so far—an open space that stretched far beyond what the eye could see. The walls were lined with strange, shifting symbols, and the floor was covered in dust and debris. But it wasn't the chamber itself that made my stomach drop—it was the sense of dread that hung in the air.
"This is it," I said, my voice barely a whisper.
We stood at the threshold, the final step before entering the heart of the ruin.
And just like that, the silence enveloped us again, as though the ruin was waiting for something, or someone.
I glanced at my team. "Get ready," I said.
The door loomed ahead, and we knew that whatever lay beyond would change everything.
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