A blast of fire melts the walls, the floor, the columns.
[Shadow wall]
[Dungeon path]
I can get away in the darkness. The surrounding rock is hot. Roars and moans anticipate the progress of heavy footsteps.
The albino creature has disappeared.
A horned [Devil]'s head emerges from the molten rock.
Partially immersed in darkness I point the blade towards the [Devil].
“If you do so you will destroy the organ.”
Other heads arrive and drip with that viscous substance that generates corals mixing with the molten stone.
“Take me to the core. The System cannot last without me.”
“That being. That Fiend is the work of the God of Wisdom, right?”
Hooves clatter and incandescent material sprays everywhere. “If it were? It understood that my place is not here.”
“We agree on this. Your place is beyond the Golden Doors.”
“The closed Golden Doors.” A dragon head hisses and shakes its mane.
I'm not afraid. Not this time.
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It's anger that pulsates and makes me throb.
“Do you know the reason?”
“Oh, that's a major error,” the wings shake and the limbs twist in a quiver. “I can fix that error if I get my life back.”
“Did that creature tell you about it!?”
“I can resume my run, or we can help each other. Making an agreement, error, and death. Death by error. Gre, ngreeh.” The heads make annoying sounds. No laughter, no moans, no roars, and I stiffen so as not to let go of the sword and cover my ears.
“Are you done!?”
The [Devil] shoots a blast.
[Shadow wall]
When I re-emerge, the organ is a shapeless and dissolved mass. Bright glowing gold.
The [Devil] is pawing the ground. It destroyed its way into the dungeon!
“WHY!?”
“Take me to the core, or I will obliterate all who die. The error will not be manageable for long, no, not for long.”
“NO! This is madness, you don't—”
“N!” Sylviette's voice. “N! Where are you—Npf!”
Clang!
“Creee!”
I roll my eyes. “Sylv!”
“Has your friend encountered an obstacle? Now I'll show you that I'm telling the truth.”
The [Devil]'s heads stare at me. I stare at them. Still as a duel.
A competition.
The [Devil] sprints up the stairs pouring the incandescent matter into the room.
[Dungeon path]
The downstairs is a hellish landscape. A furnace devastated by the passage of the [Devil]. No trace remains of the [Poison cloud].
I look for Sylviette and find her fencing with the [Fiend]. I raise my arm.
“Sylv, get out of the way!”
[Blue jet]!
Sylviette sees me and throws herself behind a collapsed column and the being shields itself with its wing. The explosion generates electric arcs and the wing is charred.
The being cries out and the [Devil] pours out like a river of flesh from the ladder above.
“Sylviette! It wants to obliterate you! Run, run!”
Sylviette pulls herself up and flees towards the nave. The [Devil] crawls and writhes too fast and will get to her soon if I don't intervene.
A thousand and more jaws that open wide and limbs that stretch out—
[Dungeon path]
I grab Sylviette by the sleeve. Her eyes are wide open and her mouth is ajar, she says something about herself but—
HA! My leg! Fangs penetrate the knee and…
[Dungeon path]