The three Memleketians arrived first at the barrier. Ater the previous day’s partial success with interlacing it, this time, Mayana suggested a spot weakening attempt instead. This meant that the group would attempt to force a huge amount of magic into a very tiny area. Mayana and Kju had just small spells to use. Mayana’s [Illuminate] and Kju’s [Magic Sight] would overlap at one place. Then, Kiresula cast [Sunlight] at the same place. She would channel every single bit of magic into the same place. They would just need a place of attack. Which was why Mayana examined the barrier extremely closely, checked how the spellwork looked, felt and even smelled like. Sometimes, she drew into the sand of the neighbouring room, murmuring to herself. Sometimes, she cussed badly enough that Kiresula felt anxious that someone might hear her. She realised that this was an old fear from her time as teacher and that no one would worry about language here. Especially not a large group of Je-ashvehanu (or Island-and-Coast language) speakers eager for their own classes.
“We can maybe interlace it.” Mayana mumbled.
Kju couldn’t read the room and said: “We did that yesterday, didn’t we?”
Mayana made a vague gesture and looked at Kiresula.
Kiresula understood: “Yeah, we did, but I think what Mayana means is a layered approach. We interlace the spell and then, destabilise it via point-weakening to the point that it collapses. Yes, sweetheart?”
Mayana nodded and handed them long, thin rocks, then positioned them. As Zaiké arrived with another group of glitchlings, she gave them thin pebbles and positioned them as well.
Kiresula occasionally translated Mayana’s more specific instructions.
Mayana then pointed out one particular point that only she could see as everyone else was literally blind to regular magic and asked the group to point-weaken it.
Kiresula asked everyone not casting to close their eyes by mimicking the act out and exaggerating it with her hands, making a closing movement. When she felt reasonably sure that everyone did, she cast [Sunlight] with all her magic. With her recent level ups enhancing her control and power, the spell was not just randomly thrown at the position, but it started at the correct location immediately and with her putting all of her magic into it, it obviously had more power, but she also felt as if it had more efficiency.
She felt the slight disturbance of additional spells being cast. Then, she felt the ground shake for a moment. Then, she was flooded by waves of synthic magic. She screamed for Mayana to get down, and tried to move into the synthic magic’s path to shield the regular human. What if Mayana glitched? How would she cope with that? How would Kiresula deal with that? How would her parents cope? Would this destroy her livelihood? Would she lose her regular levels? She worried and yet, found it hard to dispel [Sunlight], not magically so but psychologically so, because as long as she couldn’t open her eyes in fear of being blinded, Mayana was not glitched.
Eventually, she did force herself to dispel the spell and looked around. Mayana was nowhere to be seen, but no glitchling wore her clothes. “Mayana?” she shouted.
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From the distance, a shout was heard: “Over here! In the drawing room!”
Kiresula ran as fast as her Agility attribute allowed her to. Mayana saw her wife and ran up to her and then hugged her. Kiresula shouted: “Mayana! I worried that you would glitch! That amount of synthic magic behind the barrier is something else!”
Mayana hugged her tightly: “My [Synthic Resistance] gave me precious seconds to get myself out of the worst of it! Fortunately, it spread out just about everywhere and thus weakened.”
Kiresula kept hugging her loved one: “I am so happy that you are well.” She kissed her cheek.
They got out of their embrace only a while later, looked into the main room and saw a very happy Kju holding a glitchling and putting a hand on their forehead. As she did so, she saw a slight shine originating in Kju’s head and then washing over his body. She understood that he had a level up and was relishing in the high of it. Mayana reached for Kiresula’s hand and they moved to a stone that allowed them both to sit on and to observe Kju granting these people their classes. No, the system grants classes, Kju instead just led the person to a system class that they would appreciate. Kiresula was not sure how this worked. But she saw that Kju relished in the process and the others did so as well. Kiresula saw many people trying out their new first level abilities. Glowing lights shone, someone ran up the wall for a breath, the grass grew waist-high in a tiny area around a particular glitchling, and one young glitchling jumped with the grace of one of the many black cats around them and higher than an unclassed person would be able to.
While Mayana and Kiresula lived vicariously through the people’s joy of gaining their classes, they held hands and quietly speculated how it must be to get their classes with the assistance of a cleric and not happening into one.
Eventually, Kiresula and Mayana decided to forage in the area inside of where the barrier had been for any kind of deliciousness to spice up the gruel. The area looked as if no one had been there in a long time. There were no trails, vegetation seemed wilder and even the black cats seemed rarer and the ones that they saw looked almost scared and avoided their attempts to give them scritches. The area looked more run down. As if the forces of decay had about thrice as long to destroy the structure, everything looked worse in the area and all walls had been at least partially claimed by climbing plants, both the spiky and the poisonous kind. Kiresula warned Mayana about these ones, feeling like her class made it necessary to shield her wife, who didn’t have specialised a specialised class for navigating the wild and was lagging one level behind her. The two found some sap, some leaves and flowers that would make the gruel better and harvested these things. Kiresula once again thought about a way to conserve the foodstuff. If nothing else, it was a distraction.
Suddenly Mayana looked at a hole in a wall and was confused. “There is something that doesn’t make sense with this one. You see how deep and dark it is?”
Kiresula first didn’t pay it too much mind, but then she tried to put it onto a mental map of the area. “Yeah, this leads to that place where the ceiling collapsed and catnip grows wildly. But that wall is not that deep. Something is being strange with topography here.”
Mayana nodded: “Yeah. This might be the dungeon.”
Kiresula stuck her head into it. In that moment, she saw a message pop up:
Hoshgeldin zindana. Uzun süre bekledim.
Izahtes-il meeyizin xe-an. Shelakeelan kaládek.
Kiresula shouted back to Mayana: “Good news: We found the dungeon. Bad news: I don’t think that it understands our language. It seems to speak Ancient Imperial and Island-and-Coast language.”