One by one my boxes were glowing, each time looping faster and faster.
By now, the glow was turning into a spin, creating some sort of hypnotising trance.
The faster spinning was turning into a multicolorded whirl, and looking into that wirl made my head spin and make me feel like I was falling into it.
A blue box flashed into my head just when my vison started to fade.
Layline (Spirit font)
A nexus for the local spirit,
binding and forming a pact through the (Spirit font)
This font is part of the dungeon.
Through the five and energy, the local spirit is given form.
(火 + 氣) * (水 + 氣) * (木 + 氣) * (金 + 氣) * (土 + 氣) = 神
The cycle of creation was used to give form to the local spirit and allow contact with the mortal world.
Through this nexus, an unstable spirit was given form.
The spirit is know to have a history of protecting it's village, murdering it's village and studying in it as a young boy.
The spirit has not yet chosen a name as it is still newborn and cannot quite decide between
David, Adonis or Artemis
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> Pov of the great black spirit
Finally I awaken from my great slumber, I can still feel the rage from the challenge to my core.
But this new beginning eased some of that old pain, the challenge was taken up and is finished.
I lament the price that was paid to bring me back, but such is the way of the circle of destruction.
Nothing can be done about it but live the greatest adventure in their name.
As the local dungeon, a great spirit of challenge, hunt and adventure, I must thank these mortals.
Their journey might have taken them on strange paths, but I will rebuild these halls to offer them a challenge. A great adventure I will build for them as a reward.
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I ... I feel a challenge to my very being, and I ACCEPT
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> Pov of the great white spirit
I am the great spirit of rebirth, and I will not stand for this atrocity!
Not only has a life been taken from my domain, it's thriving soul was destroyed in the progress.
I, the very embodiment of 2nd chances and new beginnings was destracted by the goblins and failed in my protection.
As soon as I turned my back, something I will never forgive happended, in a cycle of destruction my very being was challenged. Not only did this signify mean the end of 2nd chances, it also meant the end of new beginnings.
I can still sense the crumbled pieces of the old soul on the black spirit,
and I will not stand for this abomination in my domain.
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With a splitting headache I woke up. I could feel everything in me strain.
Not a feeling of having a great weight to bare, more like I had worked all day without eating anything.
But a small thing like that will not keep me down, after all, I will gladly accept the challenge to push through this. And if I fall I will always rise to the challenge again!
Still lethargic, I slowly started to look in front of me.
There I was greeted by my own face, a smaller gray smoking spirit looking at me with my own face. The deep connection was more then obvious, deep inside I could feel the spirit was a part of me.
A connection even deeper then my dungeon monsters connected me to the version of myself.
We both were looking at each other, trying to figure out where we started and stopped.
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Something I had not felt before pulled me away from our trance.
I could see the miller's daughter enter my dungeon with a giant backpack.
Her figure was warped, moving and shifting as I looked at her, but none of the people in the dungeon seemed to mind her strange state.
She walked inside the tent of Touma Kotetsu, the new prodegy of the house of metal. The big kiss and being dragged into bed was probably why he did not notice the bag was moving and had something alive in it.
Feeling uncomfortable to keep watching as they jumped into bed, I diverted my gaze. After all, I was quite the young man, and I was turning bright red. The kissing sounds and the passion was a bit to much to bear for me. I could see how the guards in front of his tent were also turning bright red.
A bloodcurling screem drew my attention back inside. I only caught a glimpse of her hand that looked like a tiny rat's claw.
The poor boy's neck was ripped open, and as she pulled her rat hand out I could see it shift back to a human looking hand.
By now the bag was empty and a sick, putrid looking rat with horrible scars and puss on it's back got spooked by the sound. As it ran out of the tent past the guards they had to gag from the smell of the dirty animal.
Even in the commotion of a rat hunt thoughout the pallisade, I knew what was going to happen.
By now, a few guards guided those old monsters.
The one clad in glittering white armor was calmy looking over his grandson's body. His hands were going over the wound in the neck, made by tiny claws.
The deep, calm rage was in start contrast to our own lord's anger. As Phinehas Phoenix arrived with the smoking remains of the rat in his hands nobody was able to block my ears from his curses.
My mind want blank on most of the jargon, but I got the jest of it with
"Bloody foul blighted source of evil' and ... less polite words ...
Looking over I saw a shared look between those 2 old monsters.
That seemed to be the start of a mad rush towards my crystal.
It's just not fair, I swear it wasn't me!