Hearing Silver Bde’s words, the head priest sighed in relief.

  “Thank you, adventurers. I owe you.”

  At the same time the bck culfing Fuyerhan’s body slowly drew back. A bright light enveloped her.

  Cye suddenly got a bad feeling. She was just about to take out her wand and attack when the light reached its peak, vanishing a momeogether with the nephilim.

  Cye stared ahead with her mouth open, disbelief in her eyes. She rigidly turned her head towards Liam.

  A loy voice escaped her mouth:

  “Mirage. Where is… my loot?!”

  Looking at the blond woman’s livid face, the others weren’t able to hold back their ughter. A happy mood spread, leaving Cye pouting at the side.

  Liam didn’t want to be too mean. A few sed ter he grabbed something from the floor where Fuyerhan had been, handing it over to Cye.

  The young woman looked skeptical at the strange emblem engraved with a vivid fme.

  “What’s this?”

  “A key.”

  Instantly Cye’s eyes lit up.

  “So, you do have a sce!”

  The blond retentiously patted Liam’s shoulder as she took the emblem, sing the room.

  Additional light appeared after the boss died, illuminating the mosai the wall. Cye quickly found a piece missing, perfectly shaped to put her emblem in.

  Immediately a gap opened within the wall.

  Cye was delighted as she found two treasure chests behind it.

  “This should be… copper and bronze rarity? Not too shabby!”

  The rest of the party kept their distance.

  No one wao actally open a chest, drawing Cye’s never-ending wrath.

  Thus, the young woman was able to take her time, rubbing her hands, opening the chests with bright eyes.

  Three small bck spheres appeared in her hands. While Liam reized the bombs at first gnce, quite satisfied with the loot, umbled unhappily, putting them away.

  Silver Bde frowned.

  “What did you get just now?”

  “Just some bombs.”

  “Doesn’t this sound good? Why do you look so unhappy?”

  “How a chest only give three bombs? Isn’t this a scam?”

  Silver Bde stayed silent, not able prehend Cye’s perspective.

  Meanwhile her friend turowards the rarer bronze chest, opening it with expet eyes.

  A blue light pyed around the romptio grin smugly.

  “Hehe, a sword! I guess you have to fight for it!”

  Most of the warriors appeared eager, staring at the broad, noble sword with a promi golden guard, desire painted on their faces.

  “ you share its information?”

  [Sword of the Lion GuardCategory: on

  Level requirement: 5

  Attack Damage: 10-11

  Attack Speed: 0,6

  Effect: Blog attacks with this sword costs 2-3 less stance.

  Only the famous elven army Lion Guard wield this sword with the necessary graake full use of it.]

  The fervor diminished somewhat. Although this sword could be used by all warriors, it was ultimately geared towards defense.

  Thus, the warriors eyed Silver Bde and Radiant Shield with jealousy.

  But the male tank already received a shield a while ago. Thus, he didn’t fight for it, smiling at Silver Bde as he hahe sword over.

  The young woman didn’t pretend. She grinned happily as she equipped her neon.

  “Great, with this we have more assurance for the final boss fight.”

  “Let’s go guys! Let’s clear the dungeon!”

  “We got this!”

  Everyone was in high spirits, eager to put another achievement uheir belt.

  The party bantered with each other as they grabbed the sed finger a back to the statue, gathering in front of it.

  Silver Bde took a deep breath as she was about to retrieve the two fingers.

  Cye and Balm subtly looked away.

  “Wait, wait, wait!”, interrupted Fortune.

  The tent creator naturally couldn’t let such a moment go unented. She distanced herself, looking freat angle.

  Eventually she was satisfied, speaking in a dramatic voice:

  “The party finally gathered the severed fingers of the misfortunate nephilim. Now it was time. Only a single door separated us and the dungeon’s boss, Reyr!”

  Reizing the situation, Radiant Shield and Bloody Edge turheir bodies left and right, seeking to present themselves in the best light.

  Silent Acacia and Quickstep tapped their feet impatiently. Cye and Balm still avoided the se. While Silver Bde, Liam, and Watchful Eye stoically waited for Fortuo finish.

  Finally, she smiled, giving a thumbs up to Silver Bde.

  The young woman didn’t dey any longer. She took out the two fingers, holding them close to the statue’s palm.

  Suddenly a red light enveloped them. The fingers spuating in the air, sloroag the statue.

  A few seds ter they returo their natural spots, looking out of p the stone hand.

  The red glow around the fingers increased, growing over the palm. It became blinding, f the party to avert their eyes.

  Suddenly it separated, shooting at the rge door up front.

  Bck, viscous s appeared, melting uhe searing red light.

  A click could be heard a few moments ter, signaling that the obstacles had been cleared as the red light died down.

  “Is that it? we fight the boss now?”

  Cye looked at the ominous door, two parts eager, one part apprehensive.

  “Friends, are our preparations suffit?”

  “My bde is ready!”

  “Let’s get the first clear, for the young dy!”

  “I told you… ahh never mind.”

  Liam felt the temosphere. He pted whether to tell his friends to curb their high expectations but decided against it.

  They would learn for themselves that a dungeon boss is not something which be defeated at first try.

  Thus, the party gathered before the door with wildly beatis. Under everyone’s stares Silver Bde solemnly pushed it open.

  Suddenly a howling storm shook the entire dungeon. The party was caught unprepared, pushed into the boss room.

  “Hey, hey, hey! I wasn’t ready!”

  “Damn, I thought we take a look at the boss first…”

  “That’s exactly what the game wants to prevent.”

  “Unfair!”

  The party discussed animatedly as they sed their surroundings.

  They found themselves in a spacious hall. Hellfire burned in patches, creating an eerie atmosphere. Yet the air was still cold, with a metallic taste to it.

  Cye sched her face as she swiped her eyes over the strange blobs of sticky, bck liquid scattered throughout the room.

  Silver Bde focused on a rge altar towards the back, depig a demonic grimace. She reized it as Refresnim’s devilish face.

  [Knowledge+1]

  Silver Bde was taken aback, messaging Liam with a question.

  [Silver Bde: I just gained a point of Knowledge, what’s going on?]

  [Bleary Mirage: Good job. You probably interfered something from a lore book.]

  [Silver Bde: That’s a thing? What use does it have?]

  [Bleary Mirage: It’s not overly important. But it help with some quests aionships.]

  Silver Bde wao ask more, but a crisp sound drew everyone’s attention. The party had to look around for a bit before finding a rge bck co hanging from the high ceiling, above the altar.

  Cracks could be vaguely made out on its surface. They grew longer and longer until the co suddenly broke apart.

  A rge swath of viscous bck liquid came out of the co, only barely revealing a living person within.

  They nded with a thud, sending a tremor through the floor, the bck liquid oozing into the ground.

  The person took a dramatic pause before standing up, staring calmly at the party.

  It was an inal nephilim, wearing thick bck armor over their pitch-bck skin. His eyes emitted serene fidence, his cm demeanor trasted by the two hooked, bloodstained spears in his hands.

  The man was almost three meters tall, his glorious wings spanning more than four meters. Surprisingly one of his wings was still pristinely white.

  “I… have succeeded!”

  The man, obviously Reyr, spoke in a demonic voice, soundings as if two people spoke at the same time.

  Meanwhile, bck lines, wiggling like tentacles spread from his body, eg to the various dark blobs scattered in the room.

  The party would’ve liked to intervene, but they were forced by the game to stand and watch.

  Reyr tilted his head upwards, reveling in the feeling of a powerful body.

  “You did well, ing here. We inal nephilim are united in lorious ary. We all seek to reawaken our powers, f the world to pay the price for uimating us.

  e children, pray to Refresnim and he shall revive lory!”

  Cye sed the disgusting se, looking at the blood at the walls and the strange bck liquid.

  “Ew, no thanks.”

  Silver Bde turned her head in surprise. She hadn’t realized that they could talk again.

  But with Cye’s words, Reyr immediately lost his patience.

  “Foolish children! Did you e on the behest of those holy nephilim?! Traitors!

  Just wait. If you don’t want to aowledge your noble birth, I will force you to!”

  With those words dark energy gathered around Reyr. It subtly tried to climb up his white wing, but a holy glow kept it at bay.

  Thus, the energy engulfed Reyr’s spears, now poi the party, sending chills down their spines.