บท 28: Rova
The city of Rova wasn't as impressive as it sounded, with it's title of 'greatest city' in the kingdom, Superstes the place to be a bit sparkly or something, it just wasn't quite as dirty as the other places she had seen.
The fields were indeed completely dead however, not quite barren as the withered crops still littered them in full, giving the normally majestic and colorful lands that went beyond sight a more depressing appearance.
The group of four didn't pay much attention to all of this however as they quickly made their way to the place of interest, which was situated further away from the city, inside woods behind the city, at least, behind compared to the direction they had come from.
The woods in question didn't look very healthy either, The Shape didn't spare anything, even the tiniest of grass and trees unrelated to cultivation had been struck, leaving the trees without any leaves and branches.
Only trunks were left behind, what was odd about this was that the spots were branches had been before didn't bare any marks of it, as though the tree had always been without them.
Arriving before a natural rock wall covered in vines that had suspiciously not been affected like the rest of the vegetation, it was fairly obvious that this was where the dungeon was located.
Pushing the vines out of the way with her spear, Superstes uncovered the entrance, revealing a whole lot of nothing, it looked like a man-made tunnel rather than a brick structure like most dungeons seemed to like to have.
"So, you made it sound like this place was full of riches but we wouldn't be there if it was a difficult dungeon and the riches wouldn't be very good if it was newly formed, what's the hold up?" she asked while scratching her eyebrow.
"That's the neat thing, it is an old dungeon but the thing must have gotten rusty or somehow whatever is running it is dead or severely hurt, so the monsters barely spawn anymore" revealed Lolianth as she stepped in first alongside Superstes since the other two were more of the caster sort.
"That sounds too good to be true and yet it is, our heresy must have pleased the flame" said Feuman, who had definitely been quiet for a bit too long.
"You look like you want to say something else" Cinla poked his head a few times, noticing him looking around erratically as if looking for a physical occasion to speak up.
"I think The Shape may be a fellow, the city seems to reek of heretic fire, so much so that I could barely breath the whole time I was walking through the city" he said, rubbing his beard as it sizzled a bit under his fiery touch.
"The city? You didn't feel it outside?" asked Superstes.
"Exactly! Wait..." realising the issue with what he had said, he scratched the top of his skull.
"If it was The Shape, the heretic presence or whatever should be mainly outside the city, not inside, you unhinged idiot" elaborated Cinla.
"Well then, that begs the question, who is my fellow here?" wondered Feuman as the group walked deeper into the inactive dungeon.
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'Wretched Lord? Why do you look so utterly serious today?' asked Faceless Lord after warping right next to Axiolypito.
The wretch was slouched on a throne, his head resting in his hand as he looked down upon his gathered forces.
"No idea, it just feels like somethin displeasing is about to happen to me, a premonition if you will" he responded without looking at his fellow minister.
"Not that it matters, Faceless, it's good you're here as you can see, I gathered my whole forces" said the wretch as got off his throne, almost oozing out of it, it seemed.
'Yes, don't you do that everyday to stroke your ego?' casually responded the taller minister in the wretch's mind.
"True, true... But not today, you can activate your domain at last, it has been five years already, my XP hoarding plan isn't working so much anymore and you don't find any new creatures to bring here anyways, my forces are plentiful enough" he said with his hands behind his back.
'True, there are many more monsters down here than when you first got there, the city's defenses are good but with such an outbreak from the inside and my domain activating, they won't be able to demonstrate how good they could truly be'
"Not that it would work better, unless they've got an incredible ace up their sleeve, they wouldn't be able to overcome me" he gloated with a strident tone.
'Very well then- Hold on a moment' Faceless interrupted himself and warped away in an instant before being back in the exact same spot.
'She said yes' he stated without explanation before warping off again, this time right in front of the main entrance of Rova.
The guards up on the fortified wall quickly noticed his presence and immediately, something seemed terribly off.
All of them either found themselves staying completely still or falling on their asses at the sudden outburst coming from The Shape, which could only be described as a primal fear invading their bodies.
A dark energy seemed to manifest from the ground as all of the dead crops seemingly crumbled to dust and dark grass grew in their stead, as well as replacing all of the dead grass.
Appearing out of thin air, horrifically tall trees with dark needle-like leaves appeared everywhere Faceless Lord had exerted his influence.
They covered the light from the sun, drowing the city and its fields in an unnatural night, one without light in which everyone could still see despite its absence.
A low fog rose from the ground and the figure of the Faceless seemed to vibrate in place before suddenly warping right next to the petrified guards.
He didn't make a single movement and yet, the guards began grabbing their heads as they screamed their hearts out, as if possessed, some of them prefered jumping off the wall to their death while the other began writhing on the ground like ants burned by a magnifying glass.
Their terror quickly coming to sudden halt, still breathing but completely limp, empty.
The Faceless Lord, known as The Shape here, warped away as monsters began bursting out of the sewers in many areas of the city, the vanguard of the green and grey mass headed by bigger versions of themselves.
"Yep, they don't stand a chance"
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