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SM/DC Chapter 88 : Legacy Shadow Legion Dungeon Level 2
🕑 Added 2025-04-13 20:26:10 +0000 UTC[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
[Welcome to the Legacy Shadow Legion Dungeon.
Level 1: Cleared.
Proceed to Level 2?]
Arthur’s eyes flared blue, his response low and unwavering.
“Yes.”
The ground beneath him shifted instantly. A pulse of dark energy surged through his feet as the world distorted again.
When the light returned, it wasn’t light at all, it was depth.
The environment twisted around him.
Gravity felt lighter, like he was floating through broken time. Sound echoed unnaturally, warped like screams underwater. The air carried the sour tang of salt and rot, as if he stood inside a sunken ruins.
All around him was a half-submerged dream.
The dungeon flickered, one moment, a shattered temple lit by flickering torches of blue flame, the next, a drowned cathedral bathed in ghostlight. It was as if reality hadn’t decided which version it wanted to settle on but then it did on something finally.
Massive stone columns leaned at awkward angles. The cracked marble floors were slick with moss, and the walls were riddled with deep holes, like something had gnawed through the stone itself.
Arthur scanned the area, eyes narrowed.
[Legacy Shadow Legion Dungeon – Level 2]
“This is similar to the Atlantean floor from the Tower of Fate…” he muttered.
“Except...no water.”
He paused, eyes narrowing.
With a flick of his fingers, his Demon King Longsword surged into existence, black metal hissing with blue lightning in his grip. The blade felt restless, like it knew blood was coming.
He stepped forward, and stopped.
There was movement barely perceptible. From one of the holes in the rock wall, a faint glimmer of wet scales reflected light.
Arthur tilted his head.
“Ants?” he said aloud, then shook his head.
“No… not in a place like this...so why is…”
Then his senses screamed.
Without warning, he swung his blade in a horizontal arc, a storm of lightning lanced from the blade and struck the hole.
BOOM.
The wall exploded stone and slime raining down as a twisted, scaled body was flung out, lifeless. The thing hit the ground with a sickening thud, charred and smoking.
Arthur’s eyes glowed cold and blue.
He stepped closer.
The creature’s body was serpentine, humanoid, and a jaw unhinged wide enough to swallow a man whole.
“Humanoid serpents…” Arthur said, crouching beside it.
“or rather...Nagas.”
Suddenly, a deafening hiss broke the silence.
From every hole, every crevice, every fracture in the shifting temple walls, they emerged.
Dozens.
Twisting and slithering, armored in barnacled scales, wielding spears, tridents, and they screeched in fury and hunger, forming a ring around him like sharks scenting blood.
Arthur cracked his neck, unfazed.
His grip on the blade tightened.
“About time…” he said, eyes flaring bright blue with power.
“I need extra soldiers for what’s coming.”
Arthur stood tall, ready.
“Let the hunt begin.”
****
[Arthur’s Earth – Titans Tower, Rooftop]
The wind was calm up here, but Raven wasn’t.
She sat cross-legged on the very top of Titans Tower, levitating a few inches off the ground, cloak rippling faintly behind her. Her hands were pressed together, fingers interlocked in a meditative pose, her hood drawn over her eyes.
A faint aura of violet magic shimmered around her, unstable, dancing like fire in a storm.
"Azarath Metrion..."
Her voice cracked.
"...Zinthos..."
She exhaled sharply, jaw tight, a drop of sweat sliding down her temple.
"I just… can’t concentrate," she whispered, voice trembling with frustration.
"I know I can find him. I know it."
Her eyes shot open, crimson red, glowing with unstable energy. A pounding headache crashed into her skull like a drumbeat, and she gripped her head with both hands.
A pained groan escaped her throat.
Below her, two figures had been quietly watching.
“Yo, Raven…?” Beast Boy’s voice was soft, hesitant. He floated up in hawk form, shifting back into human as he landed beside her.
Robin followed, grappling up to the ledge.
“You’ve been up here for hours,” Robin said, calmly but firm. “We could really use your help downstairs.”
Beast Boy added with a small shrug, “Yeah...”
They both offered small, almost sheepish smiles trying to keep things light.
But Raven snapped.
Her body surged with dark energy, her cloak flaring as her eyes blazed red.
"I SAID I’LL BE THERE!"
The entire rooftop trembled with her outburst. Both Robin and Beast Boy took a step back, eyes wide, not out of fear, but pure shock.
Beast Boy raised his hands. “Whoa! Okay! Chill!”
Even Robin looked taken aback. “That’s… not like you.”
The glow in Raven’s eyes flickered, then vanished. Her face fell as guilt surged in to fill the void.
She clutched her head again, voice much quieter now.
“I… I’m sorry. I just...”
She drew in a shaky breath.
“I’ll be there shortly.”
Robin nodded slowly, sensing something deeper at play.
“…Alright. We’ll be downstairs,” he said, placing a hand on Beast Boy’s shoulder and guiding him away.
They both glanced back with worried eyes but didn’t say anything.
As they left, Raven remained still.
Up above, alone once more, she whispered to herself.
“Where are you… Arthur?”
****
Arthur cracked his neck once.
His armor hissed with residual lightning from the previous kill, and his Demon King Longsword rested lazily across his shoulder. He looked around the warping, half-submerged temple where reality seemed to flicker between an Atlantean ruin and a shadow realm graveyard.
“This is boring me” Arthur said “Where is this boss...”
Then the floor trembled.
Out of the shadows crawled dozens of slithering nagas, blue-scaled, humanoid serpents with glowing runes carved into their chests, eyes burning yellow, tongues hissing.
But they didn’t attack.
They slithered to the side and began to chant, pounding their tridents on the ground in a rhythm that made the air throb with tension.
Something far bigger was coming.
The temple floor split open, black water bubbling out like oil, and rising from it
A Giant Blue Naga.
Nine feet tall, coils of thick serpent muscle plated in armor. Tridents twice his height, arcing with chained red lightning. His fangs dripped something that looked like venom, and his eyes fixed on Arthur like a predator seeing its final meal of the century.
Arthur raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.
“You’ve got a hell of an entrance,” he said, adjusting his grip on the sword, then muttered,
“I forgot what you're called again. Jenga? Jumba?… Jumanji?”
[System Notification –: Defeat Jima, the Boss Naga.]
“Ah. Jima! Rolls right off the tongue.”
Jima let out a blood-chilling roar and launched forward, both tridents spinning, thunder cracking behind him. He moved with deceptive speed, seeking to impale Arthur in a perfect X-shaped kill strike.
But Arthur…
Didn’t even open his eyes.
He stepped to the side at the last second, lazy, calm, as if sidestepping an annoying bug.
And then, with a flick of his left hand
Ruler’s Authority.
The tridents stopped, still impaled the ground trembling as invisible force held them in place, Jima struggled, his muscles bulging, but they didn’t budge.
Arthur opened his glowing blue eyes.
And smirked.
“Wrong world, wrong boss, wrong day.”
He gripped his Demon King Longsword. Lightning screamed along its edge, condensing into one singular, furious arc of destruction. The temple flashed white-blue as Arthur slashed once, just once and the very air split apart.
A storm blast followed the swing. Lightning burst in a sphere around the strike, vaporizing stone, shattering ancient pillars, and driving Jima backwards with such force he tore through three walls before collapsing, impaled against the temple’s central altar.
His body twitched.
And then disintegrated into smoke and blue embers.
[You Have Defeated: Jima the Boss Naga.]
Arthur spun the blade once and sheathed it behind his back with a crackle of electricity.
“Damn shame,” he muttered, glancing at the empty space where Jima had been.
“I was actually hoping for a workout.”
Then
DING.
A soft chime echoed inside Arthur’s head as a familiar system window blinked into view.
[You Level Up! .]
[Items Acquired:
Venom Sac Flask X10
Effect: Use to coat a weapon or craft a poison.]
Arthur raised an eyebrow as he read the item description.
“Looks nasty and useless.” he muttered with a faint smile, sliding it into his inventory with a flick of thought.
“You’ll serve well… eventually i guess.”
He turned toward the remnants of Jima’s fallen body, like the others.
Arthur stepped forward.
His eyes narrowed, glowing like twin twin novas beneath his shadow-slicked hood.
“Since I’ve already extracted the others… only you remain.”
He lifted his palm toward the corpse, black mist spiraling around his fingers like smoke dancing in reverse. The dungeon trembled faintly, as if even its ancient walls recognized what was coming next.
Arthur’s voice echoed low, sharp, and absolute.
“Arise.”
The shadows swirled like a storm. Cracks of dark lightning and then it rose.
Glowing blue eyes snapped open, its obsidian armor now forged from pure shadow, its twin tridents wreathed in arcane flame. What once was a monstrous serpent now bowed it’s head before Arthur, reborn in silent allegiance.
The system responded:
[Shadow Extraction Complete.]
[Shadow Name: ???, Elite Knight.]
Arthur’s lips curled into a satisfied grin.
“Perfect ...Jima, that shall be your name again.”
The new shadow’s form bowed low, silent and still, but the lethal energy rolling off him was undeniable.
Arthur readying himself to leave he took one last look at his surroundings, still crackling with the aftershocks of his last strike.
Then
DING.
Another system notification unfolded before his eyes, glowing faintly in the charged air.
[Proceed to Level 3 of the Legacy Shadow Legion Dungeon?]
Arthur blinked.
“…Wait, what?” His eyes widened in brief surprise. “I thought I was gonna get kicked out like last time…”
He stared at the screen, a slow smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Well then… don’t mind if I do.”
[Yes]
