Ch073-Buried Questions (Patreon)

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Ch073-Buried Questions

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As Sylver’s hand reached for the ax handle, he felt his stomach rumble in a way he hadn’t experienced in a while. Either his stomach wasn’t agreeing with all the condensed elven bread he’d been eating, or accepting this challenge was a mistake.

“We should skip this one,” Sylver said. He lowered his head and spread his arms out to stop Rosa or the others from approaching the axes.

“Why?” Rosa asked. She moved back as Sylver stepped away from the axes but there was some resistance.

“Let’s say it’s a necromancer’s intuition,” Sylver offered.

“Like [Danger Sense]?” Rosa asked.

“Essentially, yes,” Sylver said.

“I have to agree with him, there’s something strange with this one,” Basil added.

They walked out of the range of the teleportation framework, before continuing their conversation.

“Is this how you knew we were open to negotiation? Whatever this skill or perk that warned you not to accept the axes challenges?” Rosa asked.

“No. Everyone is always open to negotiation, if you present it in the right manner. I was once ambushed and managed to negotiate my way into two one on one fights, while the rest of the group stood by and watched. You would be amazed as to what people will agree to if you properly phrase things and don’t give them enough time to think. But this is different, I can’t explain it other than that I have a bad feeling about doing this challenge,” Sylver said.

“You feel that your opponent would be someone you are unable to beat?” Rosa said in an attempt to summarize.

“Maybe. But it could be something else. Look, if one of you wants to give it a go, I’m all for it,” Sylver offered. Basil and Flax exchanged a look, and Rosa went quiet.

The discussion went in a circle for a while, mostly Rosa trying to get a grasp of how reliable Sylver’s ‘bad feeling’ was. Flax looked like he might have volunteered, if not for the fact that his loss would not only mean his death, but would also lower Rosa’s and Basil’s chances of getting to the flower first.

In the end, they agreed to leave on Sylver’s hunch.

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As they were getting to the point where Sylver was about to suggest sleeping for a few hours, to give their legs time to rest, if nothing else, Rosa swore she could smell something up ahead. They carried on, tired and hungry, but after only a few squares, Sylver could smell it too. Having spent so much time together, the smell of a new person, however faint it was, was noticeable, even to Sylver’s muted senses.

With shades constantly pressed up against the walls ahead that would fall to allow Sylver and the elves to pass, Sylver knew about the people up ahead before they could even see them. This deep into the spiraling crypt, the path curved enough that they couldn’t see the people until they were only 3 or 4 squares away from them.

Sylver’s party continued ahead, while he tried to figure out how to handle this. If they were aggressive, there was no reason not to respond in kind. There wasn’t exactly a way to go around them, confronting them was inevitable. The only alternative was sitting here and waiting for them to move so they could follow after them. But that would involve wasting a massive amount of time, and they would be in constant danger.

In a fight in an enclosed space like this, the element of surprise could be a huge advantage.

“Put these on, and stay near the back,” Sylver whispered to Rosa, Flax, and Basil. He had the shades that carried his extra unenchanted robes and cloaks strip and give them to the elves. The height difference was an issue, not to mention the fact that Sylver’s masks didn’t fit over their faces properly, or that there wasn’t a thing they could do about their ears poking against the sides of the hoods.

All in all, as far as disguises went, Sylver wasn’t happy about it. The elves complied and didn’t ask any questions, as Sylver summoned more shades between them and ended up near the front of a small army of shades. Sylver had the swordsmen stand near the back with the elves, some of them were tall enough that Rosa didn’t look that out of place, but it was still too easy to pick her out of the black cloak and mask-wearing crowd.

Still, it would have to do. Going by the fact that Spring was whispering in Sylver’s ear that the group of 4 ahead of them were slowly moving around to put on their armors and get their weapons ready, meant that they were either the luckiest people alive, and they just so happen to be packing up or that they could hear or feel Sylver and the other’s approaching.

Sylver pulled his mask over his face, and moved a few shades out of the way so he was 2 lines out from the front. Spring adjusted his mask as Sylver took an extra sword from a swordsman shade and adjusted his posture to match the shades around him.

As an afterthought, Sylver threw Spring a grenade, and passed two more out to the shades near the edges. He only had 3 more left inside of his robe, but was saving them for an emergency.

A very short woman approached their group of shades, and had to look up to look Spring in the eye.

“A dragon has three sets of teeth,” the woman said. Going by the pitch of her voice, and from what Sylver could see from where he was standing, she was a gnome. She was a little under 3 feet tall, and carried a sword as long as she was tall on her back.

“No, they don’t. They have two sets, one regular and at the forefront, made out of enamel, and a second retractable set made out of plates at the back,” Spring answered.

The gnome just stared at him.

“A dragon has three sets of teeth?” the gnome woman repeated, with a touch less certainty.

“You may be thinking of a manticore,” Spring answered. Sylver mentally nudged him to relax his stance.

Spring complied and took his hand off the sword handle hanging at his hip.

“You’re not with… Who are you?” the gnome asked.

“Nicolas, summoner and adventurer extraordinaire,” Spring said, as he bowed ever so slightly.

“I… Look, can we cut the bullshit? Give me all of your weapons, unsummon your summons, and if you have any artifacts, give them to me too. Otherwise, there will be problems,” the gnome explained.

“Issues? Well, I certainly wouldn’t want any of those. And I do understand the irony of what I’m about to say, but… You and what army?” Spring asked. He crossed his arms and leaned down to further emphasize the size difference. Sylver knew what he was doing, and was once again surprised by the shade taking the initiative.

The gnome laughed at that, a sound so shrill and pure that Sylver struggled not to see the fully grown woman gnome as a child.

She snapped her fingers, and 2 men and a heavily armored woman appeared behind her. Spring flinched, and took a step back. He was getting good at acting afraid.

“Is there any chance at all that we could work together? Or you just let us pass and we pretend we never met?” Spring offered. In the same way Sylver would have, he added a slight shake to his voice.

All four of them took a step forward. Two steps forward in the case of the gnome woman.

“I understand you’re not attacking in fear of damaging any artifacts I may have on me, but how about a trade? Artifacts for information? I have 5 and I am more than happy to trade,” Spring explained.

Either due to pity, or personal experience at being ganged up on like this the Gnome woman nodded.

“I guess my first question would be, how exactly do the challenges work? What’s the point of them I mean?” Spring asked. Sylver carefully pulled the [Coward’s Bane] out of his robe and passed it along to the shade to the left of him to pass it forward to Spring.

“Weapon proficiency. You have to prove you’re capable with a hammer to earn a hammer, even a child could figure it out. It removes any skills or perks that aren’t relevant to the weapon being used,” the gnome woman answered.

Spring handed them the [Coward’s Bane] and the gnome woman passed it back to one of the men, after inspecting it for a moment.

“Where are the other artifacts? I’ve missed getting any because everything was already taken by the time I came inside the crypt, and the only ones I’ve gotten were from challenges?” Spring asked.

“Up ahead. If it’s anything like all the other challenge crypts I’ve been to, there will be a giant room where you can challenge however many monsters, or people, you want to win artifacts. This is still the low-level stuff. To filter out all the newbies and nobodies, with traps and such,” Spring held the [Spear Of Shriveling] in his hand for a few moments, as if considering whether to hand it over or not, but gave it to the gnome anyway.

“I do understand that you’re not just going to let me leave, I get and accept that. But just to sate my curiosity, if nothing else, what was the point of asking me about dragons having three sets of teeth?” Spring asked.

“I’m sorry, but that’s council business. And look, for being so understanding I’ll even make it quick. The same goes for the 4 fellows you have hidden between your summons. You have 2 more questions, but if there’s anything you’d like to pass on to anyone, I’ll drop it off at the guild along with your tags,” the gnome offered.

Spring’s shoulders slouched, as he handed the woman the grenade.

“I guess my next question would be your name? My people have something of a-”

Spring and the nearest 6 shades died when the grenade went off.

[??? (???) Defeated!]
[Due to defeating an enemy 20 levels above you, additional experience will be awarded!]

[??? (???) Defeated!]
[Due to defeating an enemy 30 levels above you, additional experience will be awarded!]

[??? (???) Defeated!]

The woman in armor disappeared and teleported backward. She disappeared again as shade archers shot at her from behind, disappeared again as shade swordsmen swiped at her, and kept appearing for a split second and disappearing before an arrow or sword could reach her.

Sylver had the elves back up so they wouldn’t get targeted, and leaned down over the chunk of meat that used to be a man a few moments earlier. He pressed his hand against the scorched flesh, and imprinted it with a sigil. It glowed bright yellow, before the carcass started shaking and appearing and disappearing.

The armored woman swung her sword around, the moment she realized her teleportation was being blocked. Sylver turned into smoke and went through the legs of several shades, before solidifying behind her. He followed the shades around him and ran around her, circling her, entrapping her, and waited for the right moment.

She nearly slipped on the puddle of blood that had formed beneath her, and got stabbed in the side by a lucky Reg. The chainmail beneath the armor protected her from the worst of it, but Reg’s dagger did cut skin.

[??? (Warrior) – 81]
[HP-4,122]
[MP-55]

She took a grenade to the face and still has nearly 7 times my HP.

[??? (Warrior) – 81]
[HP-3,673]
[MP-55]

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It took a while. The shades had to whittle her down. She stopped bleeding from the wounds from the initial explosion at some point, but all the small cuts the shades made added up over time. And the wounds they made didn’t heal.

Sylver had had time to bring Spring back, and even started working on fixing some of the shades the woman warrior had killed, when one of them got her in the back of the knee and forced her to the ground. From there it was a simple task of piling on her, removing her weapon from her hand, cutting her helmet off, and putting pressure around her neck until she stopped struggling.

Rosa approached from behind and Sylver turned around.

“You didn’t kill her,” Rosa said.

She didn’t ask it, she simply stated it. Sylver couldn’t tell if she was upset or angry about it, but she wasn’t happy about it either.

“I didn’t. I’m going to talk to her in private, and I think it would be best if you and the others had a short rest while I did so,” Sylver explained.

Rosa’s face made an expression he hadn’t seen before. But he wasn’t sure what it meant. Lola made a somewhat similar face, before she started crying.

“It’s… I know what you’re about to do… I was prepared for this when I left to find the flower… I don’t want to but the blood shouldn’t be solely on your hands,” Rosa offered.

“Oh, don’t even worry about that, this isn’t even a drop in the bucket for me. I’m not even going to think about this once it’s over, it will be as if it never happened,” Sylver explained, adding a hint of a laugh to his tone of voice. Even if he didn’t feel like laughing or smiling right now.

“You’ve done this before?” Rosa asked. This expression Sylver knew very well. He’d seen it on Edmund's face, every time he did something that wasn’t as straight and narrow as a sword.

“Look, if you need healing, you hire a healer. You need protection, you hire a bodyguard. This is the same thing,” Sylver explained.

“This is different,” Rosa countered, but didn’t add anything. The armored woman was searched for weapons and several vials were removed from a pouch hidden on her left thigh.

“Then how about this. In the spirit of efficiency, if you were to participate, or even watch, you would be disturbed by it on some level. I don’t know you well enough to say to what extent, but you would be unfocused after this, and that tiny amount of focus could be the difference between you spotting a trap and saving my life, or letting us all die. Flax and Basil too, and you won’t be able to find the flower, if you’re dead,” Sylver explained.

Rosa looked back at Flax and Basil, who were both standing behind one of the shade wolves and were in the process of removing the borrowed robes and mask. But they were taking their time and weren’t trying to come closer.

“Listen. I get it. You think that closing your eyes and pretending this isn’t happening, is worse than actually doing it. You think you would be a hypocrite for allowing it to happen, but pretending you’re not part of it. In that case, do it for her. If you’re around, she’ll see you hesitate, even if you’re only watching. She’ll think there’s a chance you’ll intervene, you’ll stop it. Which will mean it will either take longer, or I’ll have to keep going further and further before she gives up. You’re not about to let a person suffer more than they have to, just to sate your consciousness?” Sylver asked.

He didn’t need to mention that he would have an easier time forgetting he did this if he didn’t have any witnesses. And as bad as he felt about manipulating Rosa, he also didn’t want to be the person responsible for her crossing the line.

Because this was one of those things that very few people could walk away and forgive themselves for. Even if they understood on a purely rational level that it was necessary. And in this case, ever so slightly justified. They did threaten Spring, and by extension Sylver and the others.

“Do we have to do this? This is an unexplored crypt, what could she possibly know?” Rosa asked.

“We don’t have to do anything. But she could tell us about the people who are ahead of us. She might tell us the dragon teeth passphrase and we might be able to slip past the people ahead, without fighting or killing anyone. This is a very low-risk, very high potential reward kind of situation. I’ll be done by the time you’ve finished getting the tent out,” Sylver explained.

Rosa looked at the unconscious blue in the face woman, and furrowed her brows. Sylver could almost see what she was thinking, could almost feel her soul narrowing down on a decision.

Sylver saw what she was doing, even before she started. He could have blocked it, could have had one of the shades take the hit, could have blasted Rosa with a quick spell, or a burst of darts, but he didn’t. The hesitation came in part from not wishing to do this, to begin with, and that he still had fake Yeva’s screams for help and mercy ringing in his head as he considered how to approach this. And that Rosa looked so much like Lola wasn’t helping.

The woman’s body didn’t so much as shake as the arrow passed through her head, and embedded itself into the floor. The fletching of the arrow stuck out from underneath her jaw, and almost looked like a dark green goatee.

Now that it was done, Sylver felt a faint anger bubble up inside him.

“So I guess the flower isn’t that important. You know, I’m feeling peckish, how about a 24-hour rest, since we’re not in a rush or anything. Get a long rest, relax, unwind, clean off our clothes, weapon maintenance, maybe even conjure up a bath? There’s enough water in the air, it might take me a while to get enough to fill up a bath, but it’ll be worth it,” Sylver offered. He stood up from his crouch, and walked over to the other 3 corpses, and inspected them to see if they had any journals on them.

Only the gnome had one. And it was sheer luck that she kept it in her back, and protected it from being destroyed by the explosion.

Rosa’s whole body was shaking, and the arrows in her quiver made a funny noise as they rattled around.

Sylver swallowed the gnome’s notebook into his robe and cupped his hands over his face. He took a deep breath and wiped away the faint bead of sweat trapped in his eyebrows. He was so tired and angry he almost giggled.

“Do you know why I talk to people I work with? Two reasons. The first is that I’m not omniscient or infallible. I’m wrong sometimes, is what I mean. I like to hear other people’s perspectives, I like to discuss decisions and plans and adjust accordingly, because they might think of something I wouldn’t have, or they might be able to poke holes in my plan. That’s the first reason, it’s why I took the time to explain why I didn’t want to accept the double axes challenge,” Sylver said, he spun around to face Rosa, who was staring at the would-be torture victim.

“The second is that it builds a certain amount of trust and understanding. I can come off as stubborn or uncaring for the opinions of other people. So I talk to them because I want people to know I can be talked to, I can be reasoned with, I can be negotiated with, that everything is up for discussion if it is merited. Disagree with me, great! Fuck it, I prefer it when people argue with me, than when they accept my decisions without question. Sure sometimes there isn’t any time to discuss it, but this wasn’t such a time,” Sylver continued. He was tempted to snap his fingers in front of Rosa’s face to get her attention, but she turned to face him before he had to.

“Now if you said ‘I cannot allow you to do this, it goes against everything I stand for’ or something along those lines, there is a very high possibility I would have chosen your feelings on the matter as being more important than the potential benefit this would have granted us. I would go as far as to say that I was leaning towards just killing her. They have a passphrase, which means that they very likely had ways to defend against torture, either through suicide, or whatever it is priests use when they are captured,” Sylver continued.

He accepted [Coward’s Bane] and the [Spear Of Shriveling] from the shades that were searching the bodies and hid them in his robe. They were scratches on the two, and the spear’s blade had a chip of metal missing, but the magic held, which was the important part. As far as the shades or Sylver could tell, they didn’t have any artifacts on them. Their weapons were unenchanted and distributed among the shades.

“Anyway, not that it matters now, you chose for me. You broke my trust. But you’ve been otherwise polite and civil to me, so I’m just going to leave,” Sylver explained. The shades separating Flax and Basil fell into the shadows as the hallway became empty. The two elves in distance looked around confused.

“You’re leaving?” Rosa asked, loud enough that Flax and Basil teleported over to hear the rest of the conversation.

“I am. I’ll work with people I don’t trust if I have to, but as I said before, we don’t have to do anything. You betrayed my trust. This might sound childish to you, but I value that more than any skills or aid you might provide me. If I find the flower before you do, I’m more than willing to trade it for other artifacts. If we somehow miss each other after I clear this crypt, you’ll find the flower in the hands of my employer, Lola Aeyri, in Arda,” Sylver explained.

Both Flax and Basil stared at Rosa. The confusion on their faces was clear as day, but they stayed quiet.

“Just to be safe, but what does the flower look like?” Sylver asked.

“It’s a small grey-blue sapling, most likely in a golden box or a glass box. It will look something like the stalk of a carrot, but thicker. It shouldn’t be bigger than your hand,” Basil explained, in a very calm and collected manner.

Spring jotted down notes on the flower, and Sylver decided there wasn’t any point telling them he knew exactly what it was they were talking about. It was on his to-do list to get a sample of an Eldar tree at some point in the future, so this would be extremely convenient if he managed to take a leaf or a piece of root once he found it.

“Alright. Well, it was very nice traveling with you. Until it wasn’t. If we happen to run into each other and there’s no choice but to fight, may the best man win. Or woman, I guess,” Sylver said. He wanted to take the corpses along with him, but they were extremely damaged and would take more effort than they were worth to try and make them functional.

Sylver turned around and started to walk ahead, as Rosa started to say something to her companions in their native language. It was mostly her and Flax doing the talking, but Basil added a word or two now and then. Sylver didn’t like doing this, but he knew he would like killing Rosa for betraying him again a whole lot less. It was safer this way.

Sylver felt a small wave of relief as the wall closed behind him and separated him from Rosa and her party.

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“You’re upset,” Spring said. An entire hour of walking and they were yet to see a single challenge weapon.

“I am. But I’ll survive. I’m under no obligation to force people to do what they don’t want to do, or aren’t willing to do,” Sylver answered. There was absolutely no point in lying to a thing that almost knew what he was about to say, let alone if he tried to be dishonest.

“It is strange that she didn’t have any issue ambushing the people trying to pass through them to descend lower into the dungeon, but couldn’t bear the thought that you would torture someone,” Spring said. He directed a few more shades to check their path for traps and hidden doorways. As usual, they came back empty.

“Is it? If I’m being honest, I completely understand where she’s coming from. I don’t even remember the name or the face of the first person I killed, but I remember the first person I had to torture, clear as day. His name was Mortis, he was the student of a foreign necromancer and even when I fucked up and killed him, he didn’t stop screaming and crying. Torture is harder to justify, if I had to simplify it,” Sylver explained.

“You could justify anything, if you tried hard enough. She stayed with you when she thought you tortured that guy, the one you used to check what happened to the challenge losers. Why was this different?” Spring asked.

“Because I gave her a choice. The walls stopped her from doing anything back then, so she couldn’t have done anything even if she wanted to and didn’t feel responsible. And once she figured out I did it with a purpose in mind, it fell into the ‘necessary evil’ area of her mind. Or who knows, maybe she felt sympathy towards the warrior because they’re both women?” Sylver wondered out loud.

Spring thought about it for a few minutes in silence.

“I don’t think that’s it either. If we’re going that route maybe it’s because you’re a man that was about to torture a woman?” Spring offered.

“A woman who I had to spend nearly 20 minutes to bring down. I don’t think that was her problem either, but I could be wrong. I’ve been killed and overpowered by far too many women to ever underestimate them just because of that, so my opinion is biased. Cumulative guilt?” Sylver offered.

“She’s after the Eldar sapling, and was willing to get her hands dirty to a certain degree, but you torturing that warrior would have been the straw that broke the camel’s back? Something like that?”

“Could be a combination. Past trauma involving torture, some sort of promise she made to herself, maybe the fact that Basil and Flax would know that she didn’t stop me also played a part, who knows? Could have been an emotional reaction that she was too proud, or too in shock, to take back. Either way, it’s too late to do anything about it,” Sylver finished.

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When the shades finally reported an opening on the right, Sylver nearly sprinted to get to it.

The weapon this time was a hammer at the end of a long staff. A warhammer as most people called them. Sylver touched the weapon, and was blinded by the light.

It’s not one of them, Spring reported, the moment Sylver finished being teleported to the arena. On the other side stood a man that was slightly taller than Sylver, and twice as muscular. The warhammer in Sylver’s hand looked small and funny, compared to the serious nature with which the giant man opposite him wielded his.

More than anything, Sylver was glad it wasn’t Rosa or the others. Sylver knew on a rational level he wouldn’t have stopped or hesitated if it was, but it always somehow caught him by surprise when he did as he said he would.

“You’re the one who killed Orlok,” the giant said with a thick finger pointed towards Sylver.

“Which one was Orlok?” Sylver asked. The relief made it sound like Sylver was laughing.

The giant man tightened his grip on his Warhammer and grimaced at that. Both of them only had armor on their forearms, shoulders, shins, knees, and sides. Their torsos were protected by a flat board-like armor, and a small helmet that was better described as a hard had sat on top of both of their heads.

The man charged at Sylver, he kicked up clouds of dust as he pushed his way through the sand, and for a single moment, Sylver considered taking this giant head-on. To prove to himself that he could, if nothing else.

But Sylver was tired of these games, of this crypt, and wasn’t in the best of moods right now, to see if the skills and experience he’d gained centuries ago would be enough to defeat a man that looked like he had all of his points in strength and used a warhammer daily.

Sylver pretended to be frightened of the man, he even made his knees shake and caused the armor to clatter, but the man continued to just charge straight at him, in near silence. The man used one hand to move the hammer to the left, and prepared to hit Sylver with it, as he tripped over a crouching shade, and just barely managed to stop himself from falling over.

He rolled forward and stood up properly, as Sylver threw a handful of sand in his face. The man ignored it, and swung blindly, and very nearly managed to catch Sylver by surprise. Sylver jumped back, and the man tried to follow, but two shades piled onto him and caused him to stagger and fall onto his back.

8 more threw their weight and strength against him, and pinned him to the ground. Reg appeared behind him, and started to carefully tighten a garrote against the screaming man’s neck. Sylver kept his unused warhammer in his hand as he walked to the other side of the arena and tried to look through the black wall. Sylver could see through the wall on his side, clear as day, but the man’s side was completely black, as all the other impenetrable walls before were.

Sylver pressed his hand against the wall, but with his magic being limited the way it was, he couldn’t even send a pulse of mana through it. Not that it would have achieved anything even if he could use external magic.

Sylver walked all around the arena, constantly pressing his hand against the walls, and trying to find something. But after doing two laps around the arena, Sylver still didn’t find anything, he wasn’t even sure what he was looking for.

Given that these adventurers knew who he was, and had attempted to take revenge on him, Sylver didn’t feel as bad about this as he should have.

The man’s armor was removed, and Sylver had a wolf shade stand near the window to block their view.

Sylver used a dagger to shave away the thick hair on the man’s pectoral muscle, and took his time to carve the framework in properly. The blood did get in the way, and Sylver had to use the man’s shirt to wipe it away so he could see properly, but he carried on regardless.

Pushing mana into the man’s body was difficult, he was still alive and his natural resistance was in the way, but Sylver had severed the mana channels that were near his chest, so the resistance was reduced. When the muscles started to twitch and small bubbles appeared underneath the skin and carvings, Sylver waited until he was nearly done and let Spring twist the man’s head, and kill him.

[??? (???) Defeated!]
[Due to defeating an enemy 10 levels above you, additional experience will be awarded!]
[Due to defeating an enemy in a fair duel, additional experience has been awarded!]

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Sylver blinked away the blindness and-

[??? (???) Defeated!]
[Due to defeating an enemy 40 levels above you, additional experience will be awarded!]

[??? (???) Defeated!] old hammer
[Due to defeating an enemy 30 levels above you, additional experience will be awarded!]

[??? (???) Defeated!]

[Rolling Thunder - ??? – Exotic Quality]
[Striking the hammer against a surface will infuse it with power. When it strikes a creature, the built-up power will be released.]
[Uses Left: 9/9]

“So it’s a hammer with the properties of Bricksauge,” Sylver said. The hammer looked slightly primitive, a meter and a half long handle, and a head the size of a normal brick, and about as thick. Sylver spun it in his hand once, before hitting the wall with it.

The hammer absorbed every ounce of force, down to the point Sylver wasn’t entirely certain he had managed to hit the wall. He repeated this 4 more times, before he handed it to a shade swordsman to continued charging the thing.

With only 9 charges, Sylver wasn’t going to experiment to find out how exactly the built-up power would be released, but as long as it killed whatever he was hitting, it was good enough. The great thing about these kinds of closed system artifacts, was that even shades could use them.

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The shade that was hitting the hammer against the floor had been doing it for nearly 4 hours. A constant and consistent banging.

Sylver could feel something inside of the hammer, but was wary to try and insert his mana into it to figure it out. It almost felt like the hammer was making a noise, but at the same time not.

The spiral-shaped path had become small enough that Sylver could tell he was nearly at the end of it. He walked slower than usual, ready for a trap or a surprise attack, but none came.

Sylver reached the end of the spiral, a complete and total dead end. A triangle of walls closed up around him the moment he walked inside. He nearly fell as the floor started moving underneath him, and he descended lower into the crypt.

Sylver made the hammer-wielding shade stop, and very carefully wrapped the head of the hammer up in cloth and placed it on his back. The triangle of floor continued to go down, farther than Sylver had expected, and came to a slightly shaky halt after an unknown amount of time had passed.

Writing appeared on one wall, a language Sylver didn’t know, but recognized as the one native to this crypt. The writing moved upwards, with more writing appearing to replace it. Spring was writing it down as it appeared, and in the end, filled up 5 pages’ worth of words.

The walls came down all at once, and Sylver spun around with ice-cold sweat soaking the back of his robe.

As he turned, Sylver noted nearly 30 corpses laying neatly off to the side, all dead without a single sign of a struggle. One wall had a perfect two-dimensional model of the path Sylver had traveled to get here, with sigils pointing to certain spots, that Sylver understood intuitively to be the other people inside of the crypt. They were tracking him and everyone around him, and Sylver hadn’t noticed.

Sylver finished his turn and gasped at what he saw.

The skeleton, if it could even be called that, sat on a very simple black brick throne. Its body was covered up in a pitch-black robe, almost identical to Sylver’s with only its face and hands showing.

Its hands almost looked like they were covered in white flesh, before Sylver looked closer and realized they were made out of hundreds of tiny bones, all mixed and matched and compacted together so tightly that only the tiniest lines between them gave away what the material was.

The face was identical, bones as thin as toothpicks, lined together to form cheeks, bright white hair, even slightly smiling lips. It was as if someone had simply painted a normal man in white paint, as if beneath the bones there was flesh and a person.

Sylver was so focused on it, that he very nearly didn’t see the human boy standing to the left of it, holding a sword as tall as he was, and in the process decapitating the motionless bone-covered creature. Sylver wasn’t even sure whose soul he was feeling that was testing the capabilities of his bladder, it felt like being trapped between two massive waves.

Sylver turned as he felt motion behind himself, and came face to face with two specters. Both a faint blue color and completely see-through.

One was an old man, his appearance identical to the bone constructs, except he was glowing and appeared as human as Sylver was. The other was a young boy, a perfect copy of the untarnished by time boy in the process of decapitating the bony copy of the old man.

They both just stared at him, as Sylver stared back at them.

The boy started to speak, the language completely foreign to Sylver, but he could tell instinctually the child wasn’t speaking in the way someone of his age should. The old man spoke after the child, again in the same language, but with the odd pauses, a lot of undead tended to develop over time. The ones Sylver had thought he had managed to train out of himself.

They changed the language they were speaking, and changed again, and again, and again.

Sylver understood what was happening and started going through the list of languages he knew, pausing to give the other two room to speak. When he got to the end of the list, Sylver had one last idea and slapped himself on the throat. He coughed up blood as his magic did what he’d done with a scalpel before and spoke.

“Who are you?” Sylver asked. His voice made a sound that couldn’t be described, and sent a faint shiver down Sylver’s spine, even though he was the one making the sound.

The two specters smiled so hard that Sylver thought the skin that made their lips would tear.

“Demon tongue. As unchanging as the suns themselves,” The old man answered. His lips didn’t match the sound that he made.

“How is he still alive? The other’s barely lasted ten seconds?” The young boy asked, also speaking in demon tongue, albeit with a very odd accent.

The old man reached out with his hand towards Sylver, and Sylver took a step back out of reflex. Sylver felt something wash over his soul, and shoved back at it. The old man lost his form for a couple of seconds, before he forced it back to how he was.

“A pure dark… Very strange, I’ve never seen one that managed to live this long. And going by the fact that he managed to bring Daggers under his control, he’s a necromancer too… Very strange…” The old man explained. He rubbed his chin and his hand ever so slightly went through it.

“That would certainly explain why he triggered every single trap on his way…” The young boy added. The two just stared at Sylver, and got closer and closer to him, without actually moving their feet.

“Does the name Igri, mean anything to you?” Sylver asked, looking at the old man.

The old man seemed more confused than ever by the question. He looked like he was angered by it, but not quite.

“Who are you?” The old man asked, after a brief pause.

Sylver did a proper bow and pulled his hood back, “Sylver Sezari. Necromancer and adventure-”

“Sezari, as in, the silver lich?” The young boy interrupted.

Sylver felt his heart stop.