"Be cautious," Thorian intoned, his voice slicing through the tense air as the creature emerged before them. Clutching his Elemental Scepter, he conjured his Flame Fury spell. A dozen formidable fireballs sprang to life, dancing menacingly around him before he hurled them towards the encroaching insectoid creature.
A giant cloud of dust erupted upon impact, obscuring their foe. Yet, as the haze settled, the monster stood revealed, adorned with mere scorch marks against its gleaming golden exoskeleton, largely unscathed.
"It appears we face a formidable adversary," Forlune observed, drawing his new sword with a flourish. In a blur of motion, he charged alongside Zogarth towards the monstrous guardian.
The orc commander unleashed a thunderous warcry, his giant battleaxe descending in a ferocious arc, only to cleave through empty air. Forlune, with unparalleled agility, engaged the guardian, his blade a shimmering streak of light as he executed a flurry of strikes.
Each slash and thrust, however, was effortlessly parried or dodged by the creature, which then retaliated with a powerful kick that sent Forlune tumbling through the air, landing heavily a dozen meters away.
Vigil sprang into action, casting a healing light over the battered Celestial Kobold, and imbuing him with increased strength and resilience. Simultaneously, Nox ensnared the beast within tendrils of shadow. Seizing the moment, Zogarth unleashed a devastating crescent-shaped slash, imbued with a mix of dark and crimson aura.
The beast struggled against its shadowy bonds, breaking free only to be caught off guard by Zogarth's onslaught. The force of the attack sent it reeling back, a deep, jagged gash marring its exoskeleton.
Not one to miss an opening, Thorian summoned a powerful combination spell. Greater Gale Slash. Fire Stream.
The fire beam, unleashed by Thorian, struck its target with unrelenting ferocity, engulfing the creature in a blaze of intense flames. As Thorian stood poised, eagerly anticipating the outcome of his assault, a sudden proliferation of roots burst forth from the creature’s form, their surfaces shimmering with an eerie purple glow.
Recognizing the peril these roots posed, Thorian hastily retreated, yet even his swift reaction proved insufficient. A stray root brushed against his arm, its touch instantly leeching away his mana, leaving him engulfed in an overwhelming tide of exhaustion.
Regaining his composure, Thorian scanned the battlefield, noting the toll the creature's counterattack had exacted. Zogarth and Forlune, similarly afflicted, had succumbed to a knee, while Nox had adeptly evaded the onslaught, and Vigil remained well beyond the reach of harm.
"Vigil, attend to their wounds!" Thorian commanded, urgency lacing his voice.
Acknowledging with a solemn nod, Vigil summoned a cascade of silver light from his staff, bathing Thorian, Zogarth, and Forlune in its restorative embrace. Though their drained mana reserves remained untouched, the weariness that had gripped them began to ebb away under Vigil's blessing.
"We must conclude this battle swiftly," Thorian asserted, his voice resolute.
In response, Forlune's blade ignited with a vibrant purple aura, while Zogarth's form radiated with dark and crimson energies. Concurrently, a radiant golden light unfurled from Vigil's staff, imbuing each of their allies with enhanced speed, strength, and resilience.
Emboldened by this newfound vigor, Thorian initiated his next spell. Bramble Patch.
Roots erupted from the ground at Thorian's command, weaving a labyrinthine barrier that ensnared the creature, severing all avenues of retreat. Trapped and flailing against Thorian's botanical snare, the beast found itself under renewed assault as Zogarth and Forlune launched forward. Their blades, alight with renewed purpose, forced the creature back step by step, cornering it against the walls of the chamber.
As the creature sought a desperate escape, Thorian activated another spell. Quicksand Trap.
As the creature succumbed to Thorian's trap, Nox's shadows surged forward, seizing its limbs in a vice-like grip, rendering it momentarily helpless. Thorian, seizing the moment, invoked another spell. Earth Burial.
Instantly, dense clods of earth and stone converged upon the beast, encapsulating its form within a cubic prison of soil. Forlune and Zogarth, sensing their opportunity, charged their auras to the zenith before unleashing twin strikes upon their ensnared foe, their weapons carving an X-shaped incision through the earthen block.
Witnessing the fragmentation of the creature's once-impenetrable golden exoskeleton, both warriors exhaled a tandem sigh of relief. Yet Thorian remained vigilant, his senses attuned to the battle's unpredictable tide. Without pause, he commenced the incantation for a complex spell, his focus unwavering.
In the interim, a tumultuous burst of roots sprang forth from the creature's disintegrating form, its visage shattering, forsaking any remnants of its former guise. What remained was a creature devoid of form or face, a mutable horror that defied definition.
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Amidst this chaos, the creature's core—previously obscured behind what mimicked eyes—emerged, glowing ominously. Thorian's spell, a fusion of Galeforce Spear and Fire Arrow, materialized into a singular, fiery lance. Propelled with precision, it pierced the air, striking the core directly before the creature could muster its defenses.
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"Congratulations, adventurers," the dungeon lady intoned at the same time Thorian received the notification, signaling the defeat of the guardian. "You have vanquished the Guardian of the Fifth Layer, the Aurelian Rootwraith. You've shown strength, courage, and exceptional teamwork. The treasure of this layer is yours to claim."
You have successfully cleared the fifth layer of the Verdant Labyrinth. As you are the first to clear this layer of the Verdant Labyrinth, your rewards are doubled.
Total Arcane Coins Gained 20000
Additional rewards await in the Guardian's Chest.
Rewards Recalibration
As the familiar notifications materialized before Thorian, a smile touched his lips. Yet, before he could step toward the awaiting treasure chest, a new notification flickered into existence before his eyes, arresting his movement.
As you have claimed the first clear reward for each layer of the Verdant Labyrinth, an additional reward has been acquired.
Congratulations, you have unlocked the title “Dungeon Diver I”
Title Unlocked Dungeon Diver I
As Thorian scrutinized the notification, a pleasant surprise washed over him. I had nearly forgotten about this title. Fortunate to have acquired it so early, he mused.
Though familiar with the title's effect, Thorian deemed it wise to review its description. The gods were capricious beings, prone to altering the world's rules on a whim. Thorian couldn't be certain the title retained the exact benefits he recalled.
Title Dungeon Diver I Type Growth Title Current Rank Honorary Requirements to upgrade Gain the first clear rewards in one other dungeon. Description Awarded to adventurers who achieve first clears in every layer of a dungeon, the Dungeon Diver title marks a rare feat of bravery and skill. It symbolizes not just mastery over the deadliest depths but also grants a mystical boon: a 50% chance of obtaining higher-tier rewards from dungeon chests.
It's just as I recall, Thorian mused with a smile. And the beauty of this title is its capacity for growth. Eventually, securing golden and prismatic treasure chests transcends mere chance, evolving into a realm of certainty.
"My lord, shall we proceed with the distribution of the rewards?" Forlune's inquiry pulled Thorian from his reverie.
"Indeed," Thorian affirmed with a nod. "Let us start."
With a sense of purpose, Thorian approached the treasure chest. Upon lifting its lid, a kaleidoscope of prismatic light spilled forth.
The title is working its magic already, Thorian grinned.
Thorian's eyes widened in delight at the sight before him. Among the treasures were orbs categorized by elements: Wood, Water, and Earth. Each category boasted an orb of superior quality, supplemented by several of medium and lesser grades.
Turning to his companions, Thorian declared, "For the low-quality orbs, we’ll allocate them to the Storage Room. Does anyone have a need for high-quality ones?"
Forlune shook his head. "My lord, elemental magic is not our specialty. These are yours by right."
Acknowledging Forlune's response, Thorian's attention shifted back to the chest's remaining contents. Within lay scrolls detailing recipes and blueprints, alongside skills. Among the recipes were a toxic brew and its antidote; the blueprint detailed the creation of a thorn rapier, paired with the necessary elderwood and thornsteel for its forging.
Facing his team once more, Thorian proposed, "These items—recipes, blueprints, and materials—can either be divided among you or stored for communal use."
Zogarth promptly interjected, "My lord, such items hold little appeal for me. Into the storage they should go. The alchemists and blacksmiths will find greater utility in them than we ever could."
With unanimous agreement on Zogarth's suggestion, Thorian returned his gaze to the chest, discovering a single parchment remaining—a skill scroll. As he looked through its description, his grin widened. Now, this is something to be excited about.