Prologue: Silvia the bloodlust
Silvia hated dungeons. She really, really hated them. Hateful thoughts clouded her head as she ventured further and further into the dungeon. A demon god thrust its sword towards her. But without a speck of attention she deflected the blade and swung down. She hated dungeons, but what choice did she have?
She heaved a sigh as she lifted her slender blade away from the demon, “Hoorah to the king’s command.”
She gloomily watched the demon god as it struggled for air. Red bubbles formed on its open neck before it lay still.
This dungeon... it’s so weak--
She flicked her blade, swatting the blood that stained it.
or maybe I’m just that powerful?
After conquering so many dungeons, it had simply become much too easy for Silvia to just rush, breeze through and plow away at everything. Every enemy to her was a piece of cake, even this dungeon. But somehow the dungeon gave her a really hard time. She looked back behind her and unsurprisingly none of her comrades were able to catch up.
Alone again, they’re probably still having trouble tangled up in the lair of webs.
She really hated it. She cursed.
this dungeon is the worst. It’s too long!! and so unnecessarily huge--
This was the largest dungeon that Silvia had ever delved in and it annoyed her to no end. The heavy air, the old and dusty cobwebs and the spiders that built them, it hampered her in a way that didn’t harm but still it impeded her progress. The eternally lit but dull torches and the dim glowing mushrooms made it hard for her to see than normal. Also, the monsters that littered the place was just outright galling; demons, spiders, Rock rats, weak and strong all mixed together in a heap of mess, there was no order; whoever constructed this dungeon surely made it so that people would have a hard time running around the place- and to Silvia, it’s taking more time than usual to clear it.
With that said, just as usual, she still ran and rushed deeper as quicker than a doe, those small obstacles merely slowed her down just a tad little. She rushed onwards—she wanted it done quick, to finish and reach the end as fast as possible.
Silvia entered a trance and tuned out everything else as she hacked and slashed her way through. She didn’t put much heart into it since there was no danger at all, nothing could harm her in her current state. She was invincible.
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Her tranced snapped, something was wrong. Silvia dug her heels and stopped dead in her tracks. Cool air slid its way underneath her armor crawling on her skin, she shivered.
Everything around her was now different, The dungeon had somehow increased in size into a wide area without her notice. It felt like she was outside. Flat and wide, Instead of rocks and decayed bricks; the floor, the wall, even the ceiling was nothing but flat grey walls stretching far and beyond. The ceiling was so high clouds freely floated above. Glowing veins were etched on the walls, like roots from a tree, it spread across the whole area, glowing orange liquid flowed inside of them.
It stretched into a huge distance ahead of her; the place was so expansive she felt like she was outside. The only reason she knew there were even walls and ceilings was because of the bright vein like lights.
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Never had Silvia seen a place like this before, she felt a strange inkling that this place wasn’t supposed to be seen by anyone, ever. The thing that really bothered her most were the piles of intricately made weapons, relics, statues and objects that were strewn haphazardly around the hard floor.
They had designs that indicated that they were powerful legendary relics, items from a more ancient, intricate and advanced bygone age; it did not appear so. They looked very much new, It was as if they were just made moments ago. Not even a single speck of dust had landed on them.
She shuddered, something was off. A heavy weight settled in her stomach, a feeling she had not experienced in a very long time. She ventured forward holding her sword with a tight grip.
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Far ahead the only thing Silvia could see was a pink dim wall, illuminated by the veinlike lights from the other walls around it, nothing else but that.. A dead end.
This is the end; I think I did it. Silvia thought as she heaved a sigh of relief. She had finished the dungeon. She took in the area around her, the only things accompanying her were piles and piles of relics. She grinned from ear to ear, with the piles and piles of arsenals around her, it meant that the king won’t order Silvia to conquer dungeons for a long time, maybe never again.
I’ve finished the dungeon! At long last, i can finally go home!
As happy as Silvia was she still felt unsettled, something was really off; Silvia could not relax at all. She concentrated on her surroundings, it was faint, a soft melodic tune. She didn’t notice it at first but as she went deeper it had gotten loud enough to catch her notice.
It nagged at her, it stirred and churned stopping her from standing still. At first Silvia thought she’d been poisoned, Silvia thought that the air was poisonous and it was affecting her but that was impossible. She’s immune to all poison and no poison had affected her ever again as she had drunk from the everlasting healing pond, but then; this was not the result of poison.
It was fear. She was scared; she did not know why but she was.
Something was wrong, the dungeon seemed to have expanded in length ahead of her, the pink wall seemed farther away than before.
had I perhaps walked without taking notice?
She looked around her.
No, the relics around me are still the same, I haven’t moved an inch.
She squinted far into the the reaches of the dungeon. It was moving, The pink wall was moving! It moved deeper and deeper, expanding the dungeon. Compelled, she strode forward.
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There it was, wide as the whole dungeon, high as the ceiling; it was huge. It was a wall of pink flesh, its surface squirmed like clay being molded by invisible hands. There were tentacles and misshapen holes strewn all around it, wriggling and gaping. The very sight made Silvia uncomfortable. Hot vapor poured out up into the air as It’s holes spat out chunks of dark steaming slime.
A chunk of slime was spat just a few feet in front of her. Silvia protected her face as it steamed and evaporated. As the steam died down, Silvia’s eyes went wide with disbelief. Inside the evaporating chunk of slime was a sword, Beautiful and intricate, it glowed with power. Silvia looked at all the other slimes.
Relics, weapons, beautiful and intricate plates, jewellry and strange relics,they have all come from the wall of flesh. A strange scene it was, seeing these masterful works of art and craftsmanship be mass produced by the hundreds and spat out like droppings from the many rectums of this wretched unknown leviathan. A creature this colossal, It was something that she had never encountered.
The sound, the sweet melodic tune, it also came from the wall; it came from some of the various holes that riddled the wall of flesh. It played an orchestra, with each hole making sounds that with different tones and tenor, The music was inhumanly harmonious. It unnerved Silvia to no end, this had become very dangerous.
Silvia took a noiseless step backward. As if it had just heard her, the wall of flesh stopped dead on its tracks, Silvia froze, sound had ceased to exist. Silvia’s thumping heart was the only thing that made a sound.
It was unbearably quiet, Silvia’s heart pounded so hard it threatened to burst from its cage. She did not dare move. A single eye popped out from the wall of flesh, no bigger than the size of an apple. It scanned the surroundings; its eye held its gaze the moment it saw Silvia.
Its tentacles wriggled in anticipation and excitement. Silvia crouched low ready to fight or run. Silvia felt fear, a long forgotten emotion caused by the very mountainous behemoth in front of her.
The wall of flesh garbled, emitting sounds, pitched tones and syllables through its many orifices. With the sound it made, It took all of Silvia’s wits just to keep calm. The overbearing size and presence that the wall of flesh had jarred and unnerved her very being. A single erratic tentacle no thicker than her arms slowly reached out as if to test her.