Asher's guardian swiftly regained his health, thanks to being healed by soulful restoration and his innate regenerative powers. Now fully rejuvenated, Asher continued his journey along the sandy shoreline, his curiosity piqued by his surroundings. To his right, where the endless waters of the shore stretched, he noticed an environment unlike the typical fishmen habitat. Instead, a dense forest dotted with numerous palm trees enticed invitingly.
A thought struck him: "Have I ever really explored the floors I've been transported to?"
In the past, when Asher was brough to a floor, his sole focus was on completing the given objective as swiftly as possible. Indeed, many of his trials were time-bound, but he realized that the sixth floor's trial, notably absent of any time constraints, offered a unique opportunity. His mind brimmed with curiosity. What lay beyond the objective's area, particularly in that intriguing forest? It brought back memories of the second trial, where he found himself in the territory of the savage woodland bear, sharing the land with creatures like goblins and hobgoblins. Had he ventured further, what other mysteries might he have uncovered?
This realization ignited a newfound sense of wonder in Asher. Exploration, a concept so simple yet unexplored, now filled him with excitement. What discoveries awaited him if he chose to venture beyond the area he had been transported to?
"Should I? I won't lose anything if I do. I'll just explore for a few hours; I'll think of it as a brief detour for gaining a deeper understanding of this mysterious tower."
With his curiosity taking over, Asher set off into the unknown, his steps taking him towards the dense, palm-laden forest. The air grew thick with the scent of earth and foliage, a stark contrast to the salty breeze of the shoreline. The sounds of the forest started enveloping him - the distant calls of unknown creatures, the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze, and the soft crunch of underbrush beneath his feet.
As Asher wandered through the forest, he meticulously broke branches along his path, creating a trail to guide him back to the shore. The forest's tranquility was both calming and disconcerting; the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves were the only sounds that accompanied him. Despite the serenity, he couldn't shake off a sense of unease. The forest seemed devoid of anything noteworthy, a but he still felt as if he was being watched.
He had ventured quite deep, and the realization dawned on him that he might risk getting lost in this vast wilderness. Moreover, he was conscious of the time constraints imposed by his commitment to return to Earth and rejoin his comrades. The balance between exploration and duty weighed on him.
"There doesn't seem to be anything here. Let's head back to the shore. Next time when i don't have any commitment I'll make sure to explore a floor thoroughly." Asher decided, preparing to retrace his steps. But just as he turned to leave, an abrupt movement from his guardian caught his attention. In a swift, protective gesture, the guardian positioned himself behind Asher, effectively intercepting an incoming attack with its shield.
Asher's heart raced as he faced this unforeseen encounter. The figures before him were an unexpected sight, distinct in their appearance from any beings he had previously met. Their skin was a striking shade of blue, reminiscent of the fishmen, yet without scales the fishmen bore. Their hair, a vibrant green, cascaded around them like wild and untamed seaweed.
Their attire was a mix of natural elements - animal hides paired with palm leaves and adorned with shells likely scavenged from the seashore. Each held a spear, expertly crafted from wood and stone, a testament to their skill and resourcefulness. It was one such spear that his guardian had just shielded him from.
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But it was their ears that captivated Asher the most. Elongated and elegantly pointed, they were unmistakable traits of elves. Yet these were no ordinary elves; their aquatic characteristics and proximity to the sea revealed their true identity - Sea Elves.
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This discovery filled Asher with a mix of awe and curiosity. Elves in general were beings of legend back on earth. Their presence here, in this part of the tower's realm, suggested a depth to this world far beyond what Asher had anticipated. This encounter was not just a meeting of different beings, but a bridge to a world and a culture unexplored, a true calling to adventure.
"One thing's for sure, they aren't classified as monsters in the tower." Asher thought to himself, a realization dawning as he scrutinized them through his inspection skill. The interface feedback was similar to what he received from inspecting humans, suggesting a potential for peaceful interaction. However, the spears aimed in his direction cast a shadow of doubt over this possibility.
"*********!" one of the elves exclaimed, their tone menacing. Asher, perplexed, couldn't decipher their language, the barrier of communication standing firm between them.
"******!!!!" The elf's voice grew more aggressive, their frustration evident as Asher remained unresponsive, unable to comprehend their words. Sensing the escalating tension, Asher knew he had to convey his peaceful intentions, even without the aid of shared language.
"Calm down, buddy. I'm no threat to you." Asher spoke gently, his voice laced with calm. He raised his arms in a universal gesture of peace, showing his open palms to signal his lack of weapons and his unwillingness to engage in conflict.
As Asher maintained his stance of non-aggression, he noticed the elves' unwavering focus on his guardian. Perhaps it was the guardian's LED visor, casting an ominous glow, or the intimidating sight of its floating equipment, that kept the elves on edge. Asher realized that while his intentions were peaceful, the appearance of his guardian might be misconstrued as a threat.
In a tactical move, Asher commanded his guardian to step back while keeping its shield at the ready. This action was a delicate balance between showing a reduction in perceived threat and maintaining a defensive posture. He wasn't naive enough to completely let down his guard, aware that any sign of vulnerability could be misinterpreted as an opening for an attack.
The tension remained palpable as the elves continued to express their apprehension. However, the dynamic suddenly shifted with the unexpected emergence of another elf from behind the group. This individual's approach caused visible surprise among the others, hinting at a significant presence or authority. A heated discussion ensued, but it was clear that this new figure commanded respect; with a single gesture, the other elves lowered their weapons, though their eyes still bore a hint of suspicion towards Asher.
This elder elf stood apart, not just in age but in demeanor and attire. Unlike the warrior-like appearance of the others, he exuded a shamanistic aura. He was cloaked in a hooded robe, meticulously crafted from fine cloth, lending him an air of wisdom and mystique. The most striking feature was the staff he carried, adorned with a luminous blue gem at its center, glowing with an ethereal light.
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The arrival of this elder suggested a turning point in the encounter. The elder's appearance and the deference shown by the others indicated that he held a significant role within their society, possibly as a leader or a wise figure. His presence and apparent authority brought a sense of order and potential for dialogue. Asher, sensing this shift, waited attentively, hoping that this figure might provide a bridge for communication and understanding between them.
As the elderly elf moved closer, his gaze was piercing and analytical, sweeping over Asher as if to discern the very essence of his being. This intense scrutiny was both unsettling and intriguing for Asher, who remained still, unsure of the elder's intentions.
When the elder's staff suddenly emitted a bright light, Asher's guardian instinctively moved to protect him, preparing for a possible attack. However, it quickly became evident that this light was not a weapon but something far more extraordinary. It enveloped Asher in a warm glow, and in that moment, a profound sense of understanding washed over him.
The light from the elder's staff was a spell, a magical bridge that transcended the barriers of language and misunderstanding. As the light faded, Asher realized he could now understand the elder's words.
"Can you understand my words, Young one?" the Sea Elf Elder asked, his voice resonating with a depth of wisdom and age.