Zarlessa was in full stealth mode as she got back to her feet, giving me a 'we will discuss this later look' we viewed our surroundings. The floors were made of odd silver grey rock with designs carefully etched into them making V lines every meter or so. Maybe it was just the years of neglect but islands of dirt and debris were spread around the room, yet the rest of the floor was miraculously untouched by grime or dust. Even with my dark vision I couldn't see the entirety of the room we found ourselves in the door behind us spilled dirt and rock into the room showing we were fully encased within the room, meaning the only way out was through. Glancing up the ceiling had stalagmites scattered throughout it with some missing chunks or their points. Explaining the random islands of dirt that littered the well crafted floors We took silent tentative steps deeper into the room. With each creak of my new armor, or crack of an ankle from either us stooping a bit too low the world slowed with tension.

For some reason this room felt... Evil, as if the darkness was trying to warn us of our trespass begging us to turn back. Tens of steps deeper into the room the door was no longer in the range of my vison, in every direction except the roof and floor it was just darkness. A wet guttural cough was released behind me, getting ready to admonish Zarlessa for her audible misstep I turned my head to see her staring at me wide eyed and confused. A small river of dark red liquid escaped from the corner of her mouth dripping onto the silver floor, slowly moving her chin to her chest we both saw an obsidian black blade protruding from her abdomen. "Jayce... What is..." she got cut off as her eyes rolled back and she got lifted off her feet. A incredibly loud roar was released filling the prior silence amplifying its effect.

Zarlessa was thrown into the darkness to my left leaving a long trail of blood and disappearing from sight, in her place stood a gross manipulation of flesh and rot. Having four human legs holding up a ball of sewn and stitched flesh with three necks holding up rat heads the size of a mans thigh. On the sides of it's torso was two rope like arms seemingly missing bones with the way they whipped through the air like a fish swimming, glaive metal spears at the ends half a meter long. Ambush predator surely, I used as soon as the pure shock from the creature wore off.

[Flesh Golemn-Third tier] Made from various different parts of numerous animals flesh and bones. Likl-

Before I could finish reading the text it's noodle arm snapped straight aiming for my head. Moving the staff across my body I blocked it barely with the tip cutting deeply into my cheek.

"ZARLESSA" I screamed trying to get a response, as if hearing my voice enraged the creature it skitted away into the darkness. Knowing that at any moment the monster could return I ran in the direction Zarlessa was thrown. Blood trailed to what must have been only a meter outside of my dark vison then just... Stopped? Zarlessa was no where to be found, instead I heard a groan of a familiar Man Boy to my right. A wall that I was sure wasn't there less then a minute ago appeared with a two meter wooden door on it. Running up to it I checked for any kind of trap or clues as to what was going on. THUMP a glaive past by my head followed by a gust of wind from the momentum and implanted itself into the door. Saying "fuck it" out loud I opened the door with the monsters weapon still imbedded in the wood and slammed it close with the metal spear tip detaching itself ripping out a hole in the wooden door.

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Inside the room was four hooded figures sitting in absolute silence in each of the rooms corners. Typhis unmoving in the center laying on a stone slab in the middle of them. Torches above each of the robed figures came to life one by one burning a blood red color. Dim light filling the ten by ten meter room. In complete synchronization the hooded figures stood up and turned to face me.

"We know..."

"Aryic will free us..."

"This world will be as was foretold"

"You are..."

Stabbing the final speaker through the neck with the obsidian scythe I felt my blood boil. I have had enough of this fright fest bull shit. A low gurgle escaped the clothed mans lips as he brought his hands to his neck in a hurried fashion, moving the staff to bring his face closer to the light revealed a bald man with terror in his eyes. "WHAT?! YOU GOD DAMNED COWARD!" reaching my breaking point I didn't care that the insult didn't make sense. Agatha, Zarlessa, Braxton, hell even Typhis. Anger exploding within me refused to back down now. At this point I was their only hope. Twisting the scythe to be vertical in his neck I cast to cut the man straight down the middle from the wall being raised beneath him. The other robed figures had not expected this out come and frantically looked towards one another. The black robed voodoo witch doctor charade was fully broken by now as they went to run out the door, remembering what awaited them I let them. Seconds after running through the door all that could be heard was a few seconds of screams followed by the crunch of bones and rip of meat. Ignoring this and creating a new to barricade the door I ran to typhis.

Dropping the staff that was slick with blood I kneeled down next to the stone bed in the center of the room. "Stay with me you fuck." I said while inspecting Typhis. Wounds were actively making him bleed out with deliberate and deep slashes to his wrists and ankles with blood collecting in small cauldrons beneath his stone bed. His chubby face was pale and green in appearance with dark blue veins bulging around his temples and down his arms. His legs and body covered by his ripped party clothes. He opened his brown eyes showing recognition and a look of pleading before his head jerked back painfully slamming onto the stone slab,

[Typhis RoseShade]

Hp 10/230

Stamina 2/250

Mana 30/30

FUCK. Thinking being impaired simply due to the emotional whiplash of the last ten minutes I worked off instinct more then intelligence. My armor! It heals using mana, but how could I save Typhis with that? Is this even the real Typhis? has his name and I didn't think to use it on the monster that impersonated him before... Not having time to debate I ripped large chunks of the shirt Typhis let me borrow and tightly tied them onto his wounds to try to stop the bleeding, the blood simply soaked into the fabric and dripped after a few seconds after putting pressure on them. Knowing this was a losing battle I tried to reevaluate.

Hp 7/230

Ripping off my breastplate which took the cloth used to hold it in place with it. I imbued it hastily with all my mana in one go and focused my intent on the healing aspect of life. Straining from releasing so much magic I felt a pull from the staff as if it was trying to offer me assistance.

Hp 2/230

Hearing a final breath was unmistakable. The final wheeze of release from the mortal coil was as if ones soul used their mouth as a means of escape. A lullaby of life. Typhis released that breath.

Hp 1/230

Slamming the breastplate onto Typhis's chest and planting one hand onto of it, the other opened towards the staff which flew into my palm from across the room. Ice crept from my palm and spread over the breastplate cracking the metal from the rapid cooling filling the cracks with the my magic and forcing the surprisingly abundant life magic in this place into the spiderweb of cracks the metal glowed a light green. Dropping the staff with an echoing clatter on the floor my vision shook as my eyelids closed. Just before I collapsed I saw the text box of

Hp 230/230