Undead Martial Hero
There was a veil of dust that rained down from the parting of the doors, leading into a much larger, expansive chamber that fully took on the presence of a cathedral.
Blake led the way with slow, cautious steps while the less-than-brave two behind him followed. Steeped in darkness, the eerie domain began to welcome the guests as with each step taken, a pair of candles hung on the pillars adjacent to the group awakened.
"Fwa!" Vivian jumped at the sudden flicker of a flame onto the previously slumbering candles.
The dreary chamber of old wind housed broken seats with old weapons that looked rusted by a black decay laying scattered on the floor and walls, some even stuck into the ceiling.
Blake kept his eyes forward on the peculiar object that laid at the end of the room, atop the ancient altar: a rectangular box of sable steel that resembled a coffin, kept upright.
"Stay back there, would you?" Blake asked of his two companions, feeling an uneasiness about the room.
He didn't have to tell them twice, as the archer and mage felt more comfortable at a distance anyway.
'If I've learned anything from video games, my senses are telling me this is the final area of this godforsaken dungeon–that means one thing,' the thought came to mind as he readied himself.
A black mist exuded from the gaps in the coffin of black steel before its lid suddenly fell forward. The ominous wind poured out from the interior of the casket, flowing outward like a red carpet for what laid within.
'Here comes the "Boss" of this place–my very first,' he thought, drawing his sword from the scabbard upon his back.
What stepped out from the stygian coffin resembled a human man, only of deathly pale skin and an extra set of arms, looking stitched on unnaturally. Their entire appearance seemed patchworked, of differing eyes, of a jigsaw face; of a body built of differing complexions.
Yet, their primary face resembled a young man around his own age, with messy, silver hair that brought out the ethereal, blue-and-gold gaze.
"What is that–?" Emma asked, readying her bow.
"Wait, that form…" Vivian called out. "It can't be, right? I thought it was merely a myth–rumors spread by the guilds."
"What is it?" Emma asked, looking over at the mage in a hurry.
Vivian yelled out to the swordsman who stood at the vanguard, "Be careful! I think that's the guardian made up of the adventurers who have fallen here! It's an S-rank threat!"
The warning came just as Blake witnessed the patchwork figure vanish from his sight, only to reappear directly in front of him as if displaying an act of teleportation. In that split-second, his eyes latched onto the object that swayed around the guardian's neck; a necklace bearing a dragon-carved insignia.
'That's–' He thought.
Before the thought could fully cross his mind, he found the breath sharply rejected from his lungs. An impact sharply pressed against his sternum before he realized one of the many fists of the guardian had planted itself against him.
"Pyuh!--" He spat the oxygen from his lips.
He slid backward as a result of the powerful blow, finding his chest already bruised as drawing in another breath came from difficulty.
"Blake!" Emma yelled out in concern.
"...Shoot!" Vivian exclaimed.
For the first time, his system presented him with the name of a foe yet undefeated, inscribed through black, foggy letters in front of the guardian:
["Undead Martial Hero"] [Level: 6]
As he fought to regain his breath, the guardian of the labyrinth took a step to approach. From behind, supporting fire came, alongside a precise arrow that forced the patchwork warrior to flip back.
He slapped his own chest as a means of "restarting" his panicked lungs, finally forcing himself to inhale as he watched the agile fighter land. There was a look in those cold, dead eyes; darting to-and-from, taking focus of the backline.
It was clear what the next move of the guardian would be, though he didn't plan on allowing the undead to do as he pleased.
"Become a swordsman like Miyamoto Musashi!" Blake commanded himself.
[Hypnosis successful.]
Paired with his body's enhanced physical prowess, the mastery that etched itself into the memories of his muscles brought him to dash towards the four-armed guardian.
He closed in within moments, immediately going for a set of perfectly-honed slashes. To his surprise, the undead warrior displayed skill unlike that of a zombie; weaving between each strike, it dodged his blade thoroughly.
'What the hell—? He's hard to hit,' Blake thought.
Compared to the goblins that completely lacked any skill, there was a world of difference. As he reared his blade back for a slash aimed at the guardian's neck–CLANG.
Sparks danced in the air as he found his strike rejected; the amalgamation of the fallen had already grabbed one of the grimey swords stuck into the ground.
'--A weapon?' He thought, catching himself from stumbling back.
It wasn't just one; the four hands of the guardian were filled, plucking the weapons embedded into the walls into each grip. An old longsword; a spear aged with time; a halberd coated in rust; a battle-axe stained in dried blood.
There were too many weapons for it to make any sense to his mind; how do you fight something wielding so many arms?
BOOM
From the back, a fireball shot by, sailing straight for the guardian to aid the stunned adventurer. The glowing ball of flames came to the many armed warrior, met by a single slash of its halberd. In that efficient, graceful gesture, the blade of the old weapon split the fireball in half, casting away its disastrous firepower.
"No way…" Vivian mumbled out in shock.
Blake readied his sword for a clash of blades, only to find the guardian sprinting straight past him.
"--Shit!" He said, turning around.
The four-armed warrior ran straight for the backline adventurers, easily intercepting the burst of arrows that came its way with its many weapons.
"I can't hit him…!" Emma said, continuing to draw arrows.
Another fireball came towards it, only to be swerved by the agile undead. It felt completely untouchable; Blake did not waste a moment pursuing behind it, having trouble keeping up with its speed.
"Be faster–!" He commanded himself.
[Hypnosis successful.]
The burst of energy in his legs gave him the extra boost needed as he ran around, dashing in to intercept the path of the undead guardian. It was merely a few strides from the wordless warrior reaching the archer and mage that he blocked its path with his blade.
CLANG
He used his singular sword to stop all four of its heavy weapons, feeling the weight behind each of them as his very skeleton was rattled.
"--Nngh!" Blake struggled to hold it back, finding himself being overwhelmed.
It truly felt as though he was having to push against the strength of a dozen fighters at once, feeling each of their forces press against his blade.
'…It's this strong? This is too much,' the strained thoughts surfaced.
As he felt his stance being crumbled by the overwhelming strength against him—
"Burning Roses!"
The confident invocation arose from behind him, giving way for a radiant sight of flames. It confused him for a moment before he glanced back, seeing the mage with an aura of mastery he hadn't seen before.
The manifested magecraft took the form of flaming vines, wrapping around the body of the guardian.
"Nnhhgaah—!" Blake struggled, pushing against the many weapons at once.
With the aid of the burning bindings, he overpowered rhe undead, knocking it back just as he gasped out.
Vivian gripped her magical staff with both hands, struggling to hold concentration with the spell.
"Do it!" Vivian shouted.
Blake didn't hesitate to run in, knowing that the flaming bindings wouldn't hold the undead for long.
"Be faster! Be stronger!" He commanded himself.
[Hypnosis successful.]
He slammed his boot down and swept his blade for the neck of the guardian—CLANG.
The undead warrior tore apart the fiery bindings, defending its throat with the pole of its spear.
Though his momentary strength was enough to contest it, a swift display of skill came as the undead guardian suddenly dropped down.
"Wha—"
Before he could react, Blake found his legs swept from beneath him, causing him to drop down.
He caught himself on his hands, though not before looking up to find the halberd closing in on him.
An arrow came in, striking the wrist of the guardian as it sank into its rotten flesh.
"Nice save!" Blake shouted, given enough of an opening to jump back up to his feet.
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
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