Sitting outside on the slowly warming day, Adlington couldn't maintain his focus on the book because he was way too excited for his soon-to-be home. Instead, he started inspecting some of the specially requested installations he wanted for his new home.
As he inspected the items, he could feel the magical energy emanating from them. The gate for his new dungeon seemed to hum with enchantment, and he could sense the ancient power of the puzzle lock. The expensive force field exuded a shimmering aura of protection that tingled with arcane energy, and the large stone platform seemed to resonate with latent magical potential, awaiting his command to unleash its mystical properties.
After inspecting the items numerous times to the dismay of the construction crew having to hold up the items, bates finally came up from the inside of the dungeon holding a wolf pup by its neck sheathing his sword, and taking a swig from his flask with the other
"There aint nothing there, just dust and this pup which if I cared to remember is what you would call a dungeon spirit"
Adlington couldn't care less about what Bates said; the second he spotted the pup, he ran towards it and snatched it away from the uncaring man's hands.
As soon as he held the pup he instructed the workers to place the large stone platform on the ground
"Who would've guessed? It created a spirit with no outside help," Adlington said while laughing maniacally and carving a large and complicated runic pattern on the platform.
As he was busy carving on the platform, the person in charge of the construction crew started commanding the wizards to clear the surrounding area of plants and wildlife with simple spells. Then he assigned the majority of the workers to start organizing and carrying the materials to facilitate the construction progress that was soon to happen.
After about an hour, Adlington finally finished carving the pattern. As soon as he did, he stood to take a look at the pattern before grabbing the wolf cub and placing it in the very center of it.
The purpose of this specific pattern was to bind the soul spirit or on the other hand the very dungeon itself to him, this would then allow him to force the dungeon to develop in whatever manner he wished
The final step he had to do would be the most difficult as it would drain him of most of his mana and blood. Yes, his blood, he then proceeded to slice his arm as an unnatural amount of blood started flowing toward the now shining patterns
As soon as the platform stopped absorbing his blood he pulled an adorned dagger that would make even an experienced merchant go bankrupt and stabbed the pup right in the heart
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As the final breath departed the tiny pup, the ancient runes etched into the platform began to shimmer with an ethereal light. The glow intensified, casting an iridescent aura around the lifeless form of the pup. Then, in a wondrous display, the pup's body gradually liquefied, melding seamlessly into the intricate carvings of the platform. The radiance of the runes reached a breathtaking crescendo before coalescing into a weightless dance above the surface. With a graceful descent, the luminous energy cascaded like liquid, converging at the center and coalescing into a mesmerizing, semi-circular apparition - a breathtaking manifestation of the pup's essence.
The ethereal figure began to transform, its misty form shaping and reshaping until it settled into the imposing figure of a larger-than-normal wolf. The transition between the humanoid shape and the wolf form became faster and more frenzied, creating a mesmerizing dance of shadows and light. Adlington, sensing the urgency, seized a disk etched with intricate, enigmatic runes that exuded a comforting warmth. With a graceful motion, he hurled the disk into the swirling mass, where it was devoured hungrily, causing the chaotic transformation to gradually slow. As the tempest of shapes subsided, a girl with wolf-like ears materialized from the darkness, slowly solidifying into existence. Just before the form fully coalesced, Adlington delved into the heart of the being, extracting the disk, embellishing it with a single line, and carefully replacing it.
The moment he returned the disk to the heart of the creature, the form it had taken glowed with a deep, otherworldly hue of crimson and suspended in mid-air, as though time itself had come to a standstill.
"I should have known better than to trust those fools. They gave me the wrong disk," Adlington exclaimed as he crumpled to the floor. His grand vision of a mystical wolf entwining around him as he cast a spell powerful enough to level a city dissipated from his mind.
As Adlington stared at the now floating humanoid orb bates came behind him and sneered
"Never been one for magic id say, seems ... unnatural, makes no sense to me," said Bates as he took a sip from his flask while staring at the humanoid orb
As if joy was brought back to life Adlington quickly sprung up and looked at Bates with amazement in his eyes
"It's not as unnatural as it seems. This entire area here determines the amount of blood the thing absorbs. A single incorrect line and I would've died. This line right here ensures that it detects the dungeon spirit. The outer line is what detects the output, and this one at the center is what allows magic to flow through it," Adlington exclaimed, pointing eagerly at the different parts of the rune like a child showcasing a new toy. To Bates, it was nothing more than rambling, as he didn't understand the intricacies of it.
The process seemed to unfold in mere minutes, but in reality, several hours had passed. The sun shone brightly above as the construction crew worked swiftly to assemble the building. Situated atop the entrance to the dungeon, the structure was taking shape, with plans to seamlessly integrate it with the dungeon itself. Magicians employed their mystical arts to effortlessly lift the heaviest construction materials, while adept workers skillfully melded the stones that would form the foundation. As they worked, it appeared as though the stones were merging effortlessly, as if they were always meant to be one. The combination of magical prowess and masterful craftsmanship made the construction process truly awe-inspiring to behold.
As Adlington continued to explain the entirety of the rune to Bates, the foreman came and told him that the construction would be finished today before sundown, which received a nod before he went back to his demonstration.