[Welcome to 2nd floor of Asura Temple]
As they ascended to the second floor of the Asura Labyrinth, the eerie familiarity of the scene greeted them once more: the blood-stained walls, the haunting wounds inflicted by unseen adversaries, and the ominous portal beckoning them forward.
[Would you like to move to the next floor?]
[Welcome to 3rd floor of Asura Temple]
Upon reaching the third floor, a surge of disappointment and frustration washed over them.
The same grim tableau of carnage and desolation stretched out before their weary eyes, dashed hopes of encountering new adversaries or overcoming fresh challenges.
The monotony of their journey weighed heavily upon them, leaving them yearning for the thrill of genuine confrontation and the chance to finally confront their foes.
[This floor has already been cleared]
Amidst the lifeless corpses and oppressive silence, they couldn't help but lament the precious time squandered and the ever-widening gap between them and their adversaries.
With a resolve born of frustration and determination, they vowed not to squander another moment and hastened their pace towards the next floor, clinging to the hope of encountering something, anything, to break the monotony and bring purpose back to their quest.
[Would you like to move to the next floor?]
[Welcome to the 4th floor of Asura Temple]
The plain stretched out, a macabre tableau of death, with the twisted forms of beasts littering the ground, some still convulsing in their final throes.
The air was thick with the acrid scent of decay, assaulting their senses.
However, what truly chilled them to the bone was the presence of other players, their faces contorted with smug satisfaction as they blocked the portal.
Ethan's voice cut through the tense silence, sharp and unyielding. "Where is your guildmaster?"
A man stepped forward, his demeanor dripping with arrogance.
It was Megus, the third priest of the demon guild, his face marred by scars and his smile twisted with malice.
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"Our master awaits you on the final floor," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "But you can't go like this."
"Are you trying to stop me?" Ethan's tone sliced through the tension, frosty and resolute.
"No," countered Megus, his voice oozing with deceitful charm. "What I'm trying to say is you can only bring one more person with you."
Ethan's command rang out, authoritative and unwavering. "Remain here, all of you. Only Emily will accompany me," he declared, his voice a bastion of determination.
"But young master, that would be extremely dangerous." Trevor interjected, his tone laden with concern and unwavering loyalty.
"I know," Ethan acknowledged, his voice a beacon of composure and logic amidst the chaos. "But engaging them now would only escalate matters. Some debts must be settled."
His gaze shifted to Aisel, detecting the simmering resentment and thirst for retribution in his eyes.
"Understood, sir," Trevor acquiesced with a solemn nod.
He comprehended Ethan's rationale and held steadfast belief in his leadership.
Trusting him implicitly, Trevor pledged his allegiance and followed his lead.
With purposeful strides, Ethan and Emily advanced toward the portal, leaving the grim scene of carnage and adversaries in their wake.
Each step propelled them closer to the next floor, where the ultimate showdown awaited.
"Well, since our task has been done. Kill them," commanded Megus, his tone devoid of remorse as he turned away, strolling leisurely into the distance.
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[Welcome to the final floor of Asura Temple]
As Ethan and Emily ascended to the final floor, they were met with the imposing sight of a grand altar, its presence commanding respect and awe.
Before it stood seven formidable figures, each exuding power and authority.
[Final floor quest generating]
Among them were Hugo, the mastermind behind the demon guild, and Marcus, his loyal first priest.
Alongside them stood Bruce and Rick, esteemed heads of the Mage Tower, their mastery of magic evident in their poised stances.
Luke, the cunning guildmaster of the Blood Hound faction, stood tall, flanked by his trusted second-in-command, Helena.
[Objective]
'Designate someone to become monster and hunt him.'
[Time Limit]
○ 3 hours
[Failure]
○ Death of everyone in the Labyrinth
"So, you've arrived at last," Hugo remarked, his gaze piercing as Ethan drew nearer.
"What exactly are you planning?" Ethan inquired, scanning the altar with a growing sense of dread.
The sight of severed heads adorning it, coupled with the crimson hue of dried blood, sent shivers down his spine.
"We are trying to reawaken the true god, and we need your help," Hugo divulged, his tone dripping with subtle manipulation and cunning intent.
"Why do you think I would help you?" Ethan asked, his voice icy and defiant.
"Because if you help us, then we would give you the antidote for your brother's poisoning." Hugo said, his voice dripping with sinister charm.
"And why should I trust you?" Ethan asked, his tone laced with skepticism and defiance.
"Here," Bruce interjected, offering a system contract for Ethan to review. "It outlines our agreement: we provide the antidote, and you aid us."
Ethan scrutinized the contract, parsing through its terms and conditions with caution.
"What do you say?" Hugo interjected impatiently, his eagerness palpable in his tone.
"Fine," Ethan relented, his voice resolute as he conceded, "I agree."
"Excellent," Hugo exclaimed, his satisfaction evident in his triumphant tone.
Gently, Ethan accepted the vial containing the antidote from Rick, a glimmer of hope flickering in his eyes.
"Emily," he spoke softly, turning to his companion with tenderness, "take the antidote and return. Trust me."
"But..." Emily hesitated, her voice tinged with fear and uncertainty.
"It'll be alright. I promise," Ethan reassured her, his voice a beacon of comfort and reassurance.
With a tender embrace, he handed her the antidote, conveying his unyielding belief in their shared resilience.
"So, are you prepared?" Hugo's voice rang out, brimming with impatience and curiosity.
With a resolute nod, Ethan approached the altar and settled upon it, his eyelids fluttering shut.
As the moon's pale glow enveloped Ethan, his heart began to thrum, a drumbeat in sync with the ancient rhythm of the night.
The air around the altar thickened, charged with the essence of the sacrifices made in blood and bone.
Ethan's breath hitched as the power within him swelled, a tide rising against the shores of his will.
The whispers of Wrath became a cacophony, each increase in synchronization binding him tighter to the entity that clawed at the edges of his consciousness.
[Wrath's synchronization rate has increased]
[Wrath's synchronization rate has increased]
With each beat of his heart, the connection deepened, a symphony of fury orchestrating the transformation within.
[Wrath's synchronization rate has increased]
[Wrath's synchronization rate has increased]