章節 52: Chapter 51: Dungeon
Yyath finished his baptism and got out from his seclusion.
Four years, that was how long his baptism had lasted, this was unheard off as even the longest recorded time for ascension was two months. Yyath looked at the changes in his body, and was amazed by what he found. After taking a few minutes to get used to his new bodily condition, Yyath got up and left the cave he had been secluded in.
Exiting from the mountain peak that had served as his temporary home, Yyath spread out his senses, taking a glimpse at the city in the distance. Yyath had completed all he could do at his previous hometown, and had no more reason to stay there. Yyath hadn't forgotten about his objective to find the answer to his questions, so once again he set out on a journey.
Over a period of two years he visited places around the demon continent, before passing to other continents.
From cities to ruins, villages and towns, he went anywhere his legs took him. He got into trouble along the way but it wasn't anything that couldn't be solved by his sword, and if that failed his spells covered up for him
After a while he found himself at the elven continent, at the United City of Elmsworth, the big city created by the five races. A city that had only existed for twenty years and served as base for the great aether academy, Hyperion.
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"Dammit, this dungeon wasn't supposed to be this dangerous"
Valdor screamed out loud as he bashed his hammer into the skeleton horde that blocked his path. He was currently in a special single type dungeon, one that couldn't be judged by normal standards.
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Dungeons are grouped into two major types, the single types - temporary single use dungeons that vanniused after being explored once regardless of results, and the normal standing dungeons - these exist in a single position and could be explored as many times as one pleases.
With great difficulty, Valdor was able to find the location of the the dungeon, the description given to him by the broker was a vague one, and it took him a lot h to finally get to it
'Find the village hidden in the icy tundras of alcier'
Alcier was one of the mountains of the dwarven continent, one known for its height, and icy temperature, how would there be a village there?
Eventually, Valdor was able to find it. On one of the peaks of the Alcier, there was a village carved from ice. It couldn't be found even if one looked from above as every bit of it was made from the shiny and pure ice.
This served as the perfect camouflage, if one didn't know its exact location, one could forget about finding it. When Valdor eventually found the village, he was already on the verge of giving up.
The icy village had a history, one known only to the select heads of the dwarves society. One chief left on a journey in search of enlightenment, his aim was to give life to his creations, to make them transcend the level of tools and creations.
As for if he was successful or not, no one knows, since he left no one had ever heard of him. All that could be attributed to him was that he built an immortal city, one tied down to the Alcier.
But later on, even the village hidden in the Alcier was relegated to a legend. While people made claims that they found it, no one has ever been able to bring proof or return to it after the first time, it was like a ghost city that was always on the move. Hence news of the city vanished along with time, with only the chiefs and elders remembering it.
When Valdor found the icy village, he was intrigued by the details and dedication that could be found on every bit of the village, from the buildings to the carved creatures. It was like a village stuck in time, a piece of history forever captured, entrapped in a piece of ice.
Bowing his head and offering his thanks and apologies, Valdor went into one of the rooms and rested. Transversing the mountain top wasn't easy, not in the slightest, and it had taken its toll on the young halfling. If it wasn't for his dedication and drive he would have either given up earlier or died on the trails of the mountain
He rested for a total of three days, an indication of how drained the young halfling was; it was on the third day that Valdor finally roused from his slumber and prepared to find the dungeon.
Getting up from the ice bed that had served as his resting spot, Valdor ran his aether around his body, gradually warming him up and bringing up his body condition back to his peak state. Continuous exposure to the cold temperature and the icy natured aether had clogged his aether channels, and it would take a while before he was ready to enter combat.
It wasn't all bad news however, as the contraction of the energy channels by the ice element had increased their strength, Valdor now just had to nourish them and slowly expand them, as their new found strength would allow them to handle aether more efficiently.
The young halfling found it suspicious that just the exposure to ice orientated aether could give him such a huge boon in strength, his gaze resting upon the bed that had held him for as long as he was passed out, before he left to prepare some rations to eat. Now wasn't the time to explore the mysteries of the village.
The village sure had a lot of mystery and the broker that provided him information not just about the dungeon but pretty much every information he had requested since he started this quest and the village was even more mysterious, but he would deal with all that after he finished his objective.
After a brief walk around the village, exploring the various aspects of the village and admiring the beauty of the sculptures, Valdor finally found what he was looking for, a portal that had a green shade standing in the middle of the village, in what seemed to be a gathering spot.
Various ice sculptures of dwarves, humans, and elves could be found in the gathering, all in various positions, seated or standing, however they all faced the portal, like an audience looking up to a speaker.
Since he had found his target, he didn't need to dally any longer. Valdor went back to his room to suit up, taking all he had prepared for this journey.
The box, which contained the gift his grandfather prepared for him was taken aside and hung from his back with a strap, he wouldn't want the risk of not being able to use it due to it being stuck in his storage bracelet.
Soon, Valdor was done with his preparations and left the house, his destination the portal in the middle of the village, his steps however came to stop a few steps away from the door
"I could have sworn the ice sculpture of that old man was facing the other direction"
Valdor said to himself as he speed out his senses to check if anyone else had entered the village. His senses might not be as strong as an ascendant, but he head a peak awakener with the majority of his channels open, and his instincts had never failed him.
He failed however to spot any intruder, be it man or beast.
"I must be getting paranoid"
He said to himself before moving forward towards the portal, after a short walk he got back to the spot the portal stood, he took a deep breath, and jumped in.
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"Fuck they just keep coming"
Valdor yelled as he swung the broadsword with his left arm against the undead rushing towards him, his wild swing separating the bodies of the ghouls and skeletons that were besieging him.
The dungeon was an open type dungeon with the setting being the undead grounds. The sky was a deep purple and ominous winds blew everywhere, graves, bones, blood and rags filled the lands as far the eye could see
Once Valdor stepped into the portal, he was thrown into a huge battlefield where he had to face waves of undead creatures. They came in all shapes, sizes and forms, from the lowliest of skeletons to higher grade undead like dulahans.
Luckily for Valdor, after each wave, there was a brief moment of rest, a time he used to treat his injuries, plant traps and get enough rest for the next wave, but after spending thirty different waves, Valdor one he couldn't continue with that style any longer.
He'd lost count of how long he had spent in the dungeon and he couldn't tell how distorted time in the dungeon was compared to the outside, so even if he kept track, there wasn't much importance.
It was currently a moment of rest as his last swing had wiped out the last of the previous wave, dropping the greatsword and giant axe he wielded in both arms, Valdor sat down and took a bottle of water from his storage. Even someone that wasn't that strong in the head like Valdor could tell at this point that he was fighting a hopeless battle.
The undead are known to flee from sunlight and always remained inactive during the day, Valdor was banking on that when he was stuck on in the loop, he was going to use the day time to figure out the objective of the dungeon and find what he was looking for, however the time he had spent so far had told him he was on a dungeon with an eternal evening
Then moons and the stars in the sky had not moved a moment since he started his first wave.
With a sigh, Valdor took out the box his grandfather prepared him.
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