The days following the arrest of Lord Erian and Lady Thalia were filled with a sense of both victory and unease. While Alex and his team had succeeded in rooting out two of K’s agents from the Elven court, they knew it was only a small step in a much larger battle. The Elven Kingdom had been stabilized for now, but K’s reach extended far beyond the walls of Eldorae, and his agents were likely embedded in other regions of the third floor.
As the sun set over the city, casting long shadows over the towering spires of the Elven palace, Alex found himself standing on a balcony overlooking the vast forests and mountains that made up the kingdom’s territory. He couldn’t shake the feeling that their fight had only just begun.
“We’re making progress,” Betsy said, stepping out onto the balcony to join him. “But I can tell you’re not satisfied.”
Alex crossed his arms, his eyes scanning the horizon. “K’s influence runs deeper than we thought. The fact that he had two of his agents so high up in the Elven court means he’s been planning this for a long time. And we don’t even know how many more of his followers are out there.”
Betsy nodded, her expression serious. “It’s not just about the Elves. K’s agents could be working with other factions on this floor too—other kingdoms, guilds, even mercenary groups. We’ll need to expand our reach if we’re going to stop him.”
“Agreed,” Alex said. “We need to secure more alliances, but we also need to be careful who we trust. K’s influence has a way of corrupting people, turning them into something else.”
Betsy smiled faintly. “We’ll figure it out. We always do.”
Before Alex could respond, Drax appeared in the doorway, his usual carefree grin plastered across his face. “You two aren’t getting all dramatic without me, are you?”
Alex couldn’t help but chuckle. “Just planning our next move.”
“Well, whatever it is, count me in,” Drax said, walking over to join them. “There’s nothing quite like knocking some sense into traitorous nobles.”
Alex shook his head, though he appreciated Drax’s light-heartedness. The team needed moments like these to stay grounded. “We’re going to need more than just strength for what’s coming next. We’ll need to secure more allies across the third floor. The Elves are strong, but we can’t rely on them alone.”
“Who’s next on the list?” Drax asked, leaning against the railing.
Alex’s gaze darkened. “The Dwarven Kingdom. If we can secure an alliance with them, we’ll have access to the best weapons and armor on this floor. But the Dwarves aren’t easy to win over. We’ll need to prove ourselves.”
Betsy raised an eyebrow. “You’re thinking of taking on the Dwarves’ trials, aren’t you?”
Alex nodded. “It’s the only way. The Dwarves respect strength and skill above all else. If we can pass their trials, we’ll earn their loyalty. But we’ll need to be prepared—those trials are said to be some of the toughest challenges on the third floor.”
Drax’s grin widened. “Now we’re talking. A real challenge. I’m in.”
Betsy crossed her arms, her eyes thoughtful. “The Dwarves are notoriously secretive. If K has agents embedded in their kingdom too, we’ll need to be even more cautious than we were with the Elves. This isn’t just about winning the trials—it’s about rooting out any corruption before it can spread.”
Alex nodded. “Exactly. We’ll need to play this carefully. We can’t afford to lose the Dwarves as allies.”
----------------------------------------
The Road to the Dwarven Kingdom
The journey to the Dwarven Kingdom took them deep into the heart of the third floor’s mountains, where the air grew colder and the terrain more treacherous. The Dwarves were known for their fortress cities, built into the sides of the mountains themselves, and their skill in crafting legendary weapons and armor was unmatched. If CODE could secure an alliance with them, they would gain access to the resources they needed to not only defend themselves but to launch a counteroffensive against K’s growing power.
The road was fraught with danger. As they climbed higher into the mountains, the team encountered packs of wild beasts—monstrous creatures native to the third floor that seemed to grow more aggressive the closer they got to the Dwarven capital. But it wasn’t just the beasts that posed a threat. Several times, they were ambushed by rogue players—mercenaries and bandits who had either been hired by K’s agents or were simply taking advantage of the chaos that K’s influence had caused.
If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it's taken without the author's consent. Report it.
Each encounter served as a reminder that the third floor was a cutthroat world where power and alliances shifted constantly. Even as CODE grew stronger, they knew they couldn’t let their guard down.
“It’s like the wild west out here,” Drax muttered after they dispatched another group of bandits. “Everywhere we go, someone’s trying to take us down.”
“It’s only going to get worse the deeper we go,” Alex said, wiping his blade clean. “The Dwarves’ territory is one of the most dangerous regions on the floor. But it’s also one of the most important.”
Betsy glanced up at the towering peaks ahead of them. “We’ll need to be at the top of our game for the trials. The Dwarves don’t hand out their alliances easily.”
“I’m ready,” Alex said, his voice filled with determination. “We’ve faced worse.”
Luke, who had been silent for most of the journey, nodded quietly. “Verum.”
----------------------------------------
The Dwarven Kingdom
When they finally arrived at the gates of the Dwarven capital, they were greeted by the sight of towering walls carved from the mountains themselves. The gates were massive, reinforced with steel and adorned with intricate runes that glowed faintly in the dim light. Dwarven guards stood at attention, their armor gleaming and their eyes sharp as they assessed the newcomers.
Alex stepped forward, addressing the guards with respect. “We are from the guild CODE. We’ve come to seek an audience with the Dwarven King.”
The guards exchanged glances, then one of them stepped forward. “The King does not meet with outsiders lightly. What business do you have here?”
“We seek to take on the Dwarven trials,” Alex said. “To prove our strength and earn the right to an alliance.”
The guard raised an eyebrow. “Many have come before you, seeking the same. Few have succeeded. The trials are not for the faint of heart.”
“We understand,” Alex replied. “But we’re prepared for whatever challenges lie ahead.”
The guard considered this for a moment, then nodded. “Very well. You will be granted an audience with the King. But know this—should you fail the trials, you will not be allowed to return. The Dwarves do not tolerate weakness.”
With that, the massive gates creaked open, and the team was led into the heart of the Dwarven capital.
----------------------------------------
The Dwarven Trials
The Dwarven King, a towering figure with a braided beard and eyes that seemed to gleam with the wisdom of centuries, sat upon a massive stone throne. The hall around him was filled with Dwarven nobles and warriors, each one watching the newcomers with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism.
“You seek to take on our trials,” the King said, his voice deep and resonant. “To earn our trust and our alliance. But know this—many have tried, and many have failed. The trials are not just a test of strength, but of will, of intelligence, and of loyalty.”
“We’re ready,” Alex said, stepping forward.
The King’s gaze swept over the team, lingering on each member before he nodded. “Very well. The first trial begins at dawn. Rest while you can, for the challenges ahead will push you to your limits.”
As they were led to their quarters, Alex’s mind raced. The Dwarven trials were legendary, known to be among the toughest challenges in ALBEKO. But if they succeeded, the rewards would be worth it. An alliance with the Dwarves would give them access to legendary equipment, weapons that could turn the tide of the battles to come.
“We’ve come this far,” Betsy said as they settled into their quarters. “We’re not backing down now.”
“Never,” Alex agreed. “This is just another step toward stopping K.”
Drax cracked his knuckles. “I’m looking forward to it. Let’s show these Dwarves what CODE can do.”
Luke, ever silent, simply nodded. “Verum.”
----------------------------------------
The First Trial
At dawn, the team was led to the arena, where the first trial would take place. The Dwarves gathered in the stands, watching intently as the challengers prepared for the task ahead. The first trial was a test of combat and endurance—a gauntlet of powerful enemies that would push the team to their limits.
As the gates to the arena opened, Alex’s heart raced. They had faced countless enemies before, but this was different. The Dwarves had crafted this trial to break even the strongest of warriors, and Alex knew they couldn’t afford to underestimate it.
The first wave of enemies emerged—stone golems, their massive forms lumbering forward with the weight of the mountain itself. Each step they took shook the ground, and their attacks were powerful enough to shatter stone.
“Stay focused!” Alex shouted as the team moved into formation. “We’ve got this!”
The battle was fierce, but CODE was ready. Drax’s hammer struck with the force of a thunderclap, shattering one of the golems with a single blow, while Betsy’s arrows pierced the weak points in their armor with deadly precision. Alex commanded his shades, using them to disrupt the golems’ movements and create openings for his team.
But the trial didn’t end there. As they defeated the golems, more enemies emerged—each one more powerful than the last. The arena became a battleground, with waves of enemies coming at them from all sides.
“We’re not done yet!” Alex shouted, his heart pounding as they fought their way through the onslaught.
By the time the final wave of enemies was defeated, the team was exhausted but victorious. The Dwarven King watched from his throne, his expression unreadable.
“You have passed the first trial,” he said, his voice booming across the arena. “But the hardest challenges are yet to come.”