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The Hundred Reigns 46: The Stone Muse (6)
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Walking through the Darkwood carried a perpetual undercurrent of menace.
Although Simon’s group had ventured into the woods in broad daylight, the thick miasma in the air obscured the sunlight and reduced the illumination to something akin to twilight. The vegetation around them seemed bleached of color, leaving trees black and grey. The purple fog prevented them from seeing far, even with Belzemine’s Lantern of Revealing spell illuminating their path.
Most of their group handled the tainted air rather well thanks to the Brands of Gluttony granting them poison immunity and their other abilities. One of Leonard’s Dreadnought Perks apparently protected him from passive environmental damage; an experienced dark mage like Duchar felt completely at home; and Belzemine had spent long enough in Castle Frightwall to grow used to ambient miasma. Only Lorimor had no particular protection beyond the brand, but Belzemine simply cast healing spells on him when his throat began to itch from inhaling too much miasma.
Simon had decided to leave Cassandra behind in Whispermire for her safety, since bringing a potentially compatible host to a demon’s doorstep like he did with Eole in Telluria was bound to lead to disaster. Meredith had also stayed behind to look after her while also gathering information on both Odette and Silk.
Simon had no idea what the Cobweb was doing in the region. Those criminals could be here for any number of reasons. The Darkwood had much to offer them; monster parts, elven artifacts to resell on the black market, and maybe even exotic materials they could only find here. They might also be investigating the local Zodiac miasma crystal, since they had already obtained one somehow.
Moreover, Silk should be on the other side of the Dragonsea around this time. Either his actions had caused the Cobweb to change its plans, or its agents could somehow travel across great distances in a very short period of time. Either was possible considering how little he knew about the organization.
Whatever the case, their presence was bad news for Simon’s own plans, and Odette’s mere association with them meant the mayor was much shadier than she let on. The Prince of Spiders had already tricked him once, and Simon wouldn’t give him another chance to do so.
At least Odette had provided a rather accurate map of the Darkwood’s explored areas and paths, though she warned them that those regularly changed at the whims of its demonic residents. The group had decided not to waste time and left at dawn to investigate while the sun was up, since it would likely take them more than a day to reach the local manatree.
Simon was using Fiendmask to disguise his Overlord Class armor as a black version of the Templar armor without any heraldry, since he had the suspicion that bearing the Church of the Light’s insignia would only invite hostility from the locals. Duchar had also put on his Class outfit, his turban and clothes having turned pitch black, and a ghoulish skeletal mask covering the upper part of his face. He regularly stopped to pick mushrooms, plants, and other samples.
“I hope Your Highness will forgive my curiosity,” Duchar apologized for the delays his collecting caused. Simon had insisted they didn’t use ‘His Majesty’ in the open until they ascertained how much the Muse knew about him. “I have not encountered such a potent wellspring of the Dark since Castle Frightwall.”
“I assume a place like this must be a rare occurrence,” Simon guessed as Leonard cut down foliage blocking their way.
“Dead, rotting manatrees do usually attract dangerous creatures, but this one actually seems to be both alive and producing miasma rather than normal mana,” Duchar confirmed. “It may be a unique phenomenon.”
“An unnatural phenomenon,” Belzemine said. It was rare for the elf to speak her mind like this, so Simon assumed seeing an elven forest like this rattled her to her core.
“It is the Muse’s breath upon our skin,” Lorimor ranted with feverish eyes. His behavior had only worsened since they entered the Darkwood. “Her body is old and spent, but soon she will shed it for a younger, newer vessel worthy of her, yes!”
Simon wasn’t sure what to make of the cultist’s rantings. Only Simon was born under the auspices of the Minotaur among their current group and thus he alone should make for a compatible vessel, if his theory about the signs was correct. His Indomitable Crown Perk should protect him from any mental influence, but he couldn’t say the same for Lorimor. Simon would have to trigger his brands and execute him if he tried to betray the team.
Nonetheless, the fact that this ‘Muse’ was looking for individuals with a Minotaur sign suggested she was a Zodiac Fiend seeking a host or something close to that. He was starting to wonder if the local dryad had been possessed by it until the demon’s will overrode her own. It would probably explain the manatree’s state.
“Could a dryad transfer herself into a new vessel?” Simon asked his companions. “Whether a being of flesh or another tree?”
“No,” Belzemine replied flatly.
“In theory, no, since a dryad is the will of a manatree and thus bound to it until death,” Duchar replied with more caution. “But the Dark is a pathway to many abilities that some would consider… impossible.”
“It is not impossible!” Lorimor ranted with religious zeal, his screams echoing into the surrounding woods. “Her will shall be done, you shall see, you shall all see!”
Leonard, who had been walking at the vanguard, suddenly raised his sword and shield. “Trouble, Your Highness.”
Simon readied his morningstar and his other allies’ readying their spells as lights glowed inside the miasma. Four shining orbs of greenish fire, about as bright as torches, floated out of the foliage towards the group, nebulous images of skulls flaring at their core. Simon sensed no hostility from them, especially once they spotted him.
“Lord of the Dark…” they whispered with awe and reverence in a language alien to human ears. “Wreathed in shadows… breathing fear…”
Duchar immediately identified the creatures. “Those are witchlights or will-o'-the-wisps, as some call them. Beautiful undead creatures that feed on fear and misery.”
Leonard prepared to cut them down, but Simon stopped him with a wave of his hand. The four wisps soon danced around him like courtiers around a king. His Unquestionable Ruler Perk had likely put them under his influence.
“I come at the Muse’s invitation,” Simon said, his Perk translating his words. “Show me the way to her.”
“Guide thee, Lord O’ Dark, we shall… to the hangman tree and the ring of stones…” The witchlights glowed bright and illuminated a previously unseen trail. “Follow us…”
Simon and the others warily followed the lights until they reached a clearing at the center of a blackened groove. A circle of monolithic menhirs carved with ancient elvish runes and covered in vegetation surrounded a mighty, blackened adder tree about as tall and thick as a small house. Rotting human carcasses and skeletons dangled from its branches.
The witchlights danced around its trunk, causing its bark to stir. The tree uprooted itself with a rumble, flailing its way out of the dirt, a fanged, crooked face forming on its surface.
A treant.
A very corrupted treant.
“It has been many moons since Carrock the Treant saw an elf venture through these woods,” the creature said in elvish upon noticing Belzemine, who looked quite uncomfortable at its gaze, before turning its attention on Lorimor. “And this paltry slave shadowing your steps… Lorimor, was it? Did you bring the child you promised?”
“I have failed the Muse…” Lorimor replied in elvish, his voice heavy with grief, as if failing to sacrifice his own son to a demon was the highest of sins. “But I bring an honored guest! A great figure of the shadows!”
“I see…” The treant’s crimson eyes squinted at Simon. “There is something about you. I feel I owe you my service and obedience, though I have sworn you no oath of fealty.”
“I am a scion of the Dark,” Simon replied. The local creatures all appeared to fall under his sway, including the treant, which meant they couldn’t be above level twenty-eight. Which made sense, since the imperial army would have already firebombed the area if it contained anything too dangerous. “I came at the Muse’s invitation.”
“The Muse? Ah, yes, our lady lived up to that title long ago,” the treant whispered in nostalgia. “Once she inspired many artists and granted them locks of her hair as tokens of her favor. Elven poets and human minstrels would travel from all across the realm to sing her praise and share her bed. None would leave her side, for they all fell in love with her beautiful forest.”
Simon glanced at the twisted trees surrounding them. ‘Beautiful’ wasn’t the term that came to mind for this place. “What happened?”
“The Lord of Dark came to twist and corrupt her,” Carrock replied with a hint of regret, “for it was Mardok’s greatest pleasure to befoul the pure and beautiful into something perverse.”
Belzemine visibly flinched and looked down at the ground with a haunted gaze. Simon could tell the treant’s words had dug up some frightful memory. He hesitantly put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her, but she hardly reacted.
“But the times have changed, and there is joy to be found in darkness,” the treant said with a crooked, nefarious smile. “Step into the ring of stones, Scion of the Dark, and I shall transport you to Lady Leanan’s side.”
Simon wasn’t about to trust an ancient corrupted tree at his word and so consulted his party first. “Does he speak the truth?”
“Yes, he does!” Lorimor insisted. “This path I once took to meet with her embrace!”
“These stones form a Fairy Ring once created by elven Druids,” Belzemine explained in Endymian. “It will teleport people within it to another place connected by the manatree’s roots once triggered.”
“In short, straight into the lion’s jaws,” Leonard said immediately, stabbing the ground with his sword. “Allow me to go first and clear the path, Your Highness.”
“No, it is better if we all face what awaits us, even if it’s a trap,” Simon replied. He had no wish to see Leonard perish and bring back the dark news to his sister like he did two reigns ago. “But let’s be ready to fight on a moment’s notice, just in case. Buff up.”
“Allow me, Your Highness,” Belzemine said as her Class outfit changed from the Pyromancer’s clothes to a heavy white mantle with a fur cloak and beret. A wooden staff materialized in her hand, which she immediately pointed at Simon. “Aegis.”
Simon immediately sensed her magic flow into him. Two intertwined barriers, one shielding him from physical attacks and the other from magical ones, briefly flashed into existence before becoming invisible. His senses sharpened as if the world itself slowed down around him. He felt refreshed, and a golden halo began to float above his head.
Hasten, Rampart, Barrier, Regen, and Aureole status applied for ten minutes.
Hasten: Your AGI is doubled.
Rampart: Physical damage is halved.
Barrier: Magical damage is halved.
Regen: Your wounds shall passively heal on their own.
Aureole: Your halo will absorb one Instadeath attempt and grant you a burst of healing when in critical health.
Oh right, Belzemine was a level 78 Healer. She was actually a much better supporter than an offensive spellcaster, which was saying something. None of the monsters they faced had been strong enough to warrant such a powerful buff, and Frea had kept her busy the one time it could have made a difference against Alphonse’s party.
“Aegis… it is a Tier 8 Prayer, correct?” Duchar guessed. “A most potent spell. Some say it is the best buff in the world.”
Tier 8? Simon thought. His Overlord Class seemed to unlock a new spellcasting Tier every ten levels, which would mean he would only cast Tier 8 spells after reaching level 80. Since Belzemine could do it at level 78, this suggested spellcasting-focused Classes advanced in those faster than an all-rounder like the Overlord did.
“Beware not to expend too much mana,” Simon warned Belzemine. Such a spell, while exceptionally powerful, had to cost a lot of energy. “We only have so many manaliths.”
“Your Highness need not fear for me,” Belzemine insisted. “I have learned to harvest miasma during my time in Castle Frightwall as if it were mana. This place regenerates my reserves quicker than I can expend them casting spells.”
Which was probably one of the scariest sentences in the world one could hear when confronting a centuries-old archmage. No wonder the empire never attempted to conquer Illusea if all elves enjoyed such benefits on their home turf.
Belzemine cast her spell on everyone while Simon cast Energumen and Dark Saber. Only Duchar didn’t cast anything in preparation, unlike all the spellcasters present.
“I confess my Warlock Class lends itself more to lowering enemy statistics than bolstering my own,” he admitted, “But I assure you, Your Highness, anyone mad enough to attack us will most certainly regret it.”
“Of that, I have no doubt,” Simon replied as the group walked into the Fairy Ring.
The stones glowed and caused the group to teleport into a wide, dusty marble hall adorned with half-smashed murals of trees, elven mages, and groups worshiping a fair lady. A ring of menhirs similar to the one that brought them here surrounded them, and thick miasma oozed from windows to the left of the room. Only Belzemine’s lantern spell and the group’s halos provided some measure of light, showing a great staircase ahead of them and a half-collapsed archway at their back.
No enemy awaited them here. In fact, the place seemed almost entirely deserted.
“A fierce battle happened here,” Leonard noted as he observed the room, checking every inch of it for traps of any sort. “Some of the damage was done with blunt weapons, and I see patches of dried blood on the stones.”
“I sense at least four wraiths nearby,” Duchar added. “Many souls must have died quite violently to spawn so many.”
“You mean ghosts?” Simon asked.
“Wraiths, Your Highness,” Duchar insisted. “While ghosts retain enough of their mortal life that they may pass on if allowed to settle the unfinished business that anchors them to this world, wraiths have been entirely consumed by their suffering and hatred for the living. They are malevolent dark spirits of pain that arise from the most tortured of souls.”
“I see…” Simon glanced through the open windows. A view of an ancient city cloaked in miasmic fog stretched ahead of them, the mist so thick he could hardly distinguish its shapes. The building they were in had been raised on a hill-sized root of the local manatree and rose at least three levels high. “How do we deal with them?”
“I can bind the wraiths with a spell, if they do not grovel at the sight of Your Highness,” Duchar replied calmly.
His utter lack of concern bolstered Simon’s confidence. However, he soon spotted Belzemine staring at the broken murals with a haunted, unblinking look on her face. All the color had left her skin.
“Agnes?” Simon asked in concern, and received no answer. “Belzemine?”
“I told him,” she whispered so low Simon could hardly hear her, staring at the ground with guilt and sorrow. “It was my fault. I told him. I told him.”
“Your fault?” A shiver ran down Simon’s spine. “What did you tell whom?”
“I had to, master,” she replied while holding her head, clearly in a fugue state of some sort. “I had to. I… I had to…”
“Belzemine–”
“You have come, oh my soulmate.” The Muse’s voice echoed in Simon’s head, louder and sharper, more eager. “Take the stairs to my altar, and we shall become one.”
“Yes, yes, I’m coming!” Lorimor replied as he broke formation and ran up the stairs at supernatural speed, an obsessive smile on his face.
“Wait, you fool!” Simon called out to him, but the Scholar had already run up the steps. He hesitated to execute Lorimor with the brands in case he still had more information they could use, so kept his composure and decided to try to salvage things first. “After him!”
His order jolted Belzemine out of her trance, and the group quickly moved up the stairs in an organized fashion with Simon and Leonard at the vanguard and the spellcasters at the back. Their steps echoed out as they rose up a spiraling staircase. Their superior speed let them catch up to the slower Lorimor near the summit, but they froze anyway.
A ghastly horror awaited them at the top of the stairway.
The stairs had led them to a grand domed chamber at the top of the building, with two balconies on the side flanking a wall carved into the manatree itself. A horrifying, petrified crone melded into the blackened bark glared at them, her face a hideous visage with sharpened fangs, bull horns, and knots of moldering hair. Her eyes burned with a malevolent glow, though not half as much as the orange miasma crystal incrusted into her gnarly chest like a tumor growing out of stony flesh.
“You have done well to bring me my soulmate, my dear Lorimor,” the creature whispered with giddy joy, the cultist shuddering with every word. “A reward you will earn once I take my new flesh.”
The orange crystal encrusted in her bark-stone glowed brightly with the symbol of the Minotaur, and Simon instantly knew it was made for him.
He could tell the way a child instinctually recognized their parent, or a soldier answered the call of duty. He was born under this sign, bathed in its astral light, and was chosen by it. The will inside was the other half of his soul calling home, telling him to drag it out of this unworthy vessel, to welcome the power into his heart and be reborn with horns that could shatter mountains and skin that no sword could pierce. It invited him to seize his destiny, to crush Thalas, Silk, Alphonse, Louis, Vouivre, and all those who would stand in his way. All would yield to the power of the Minotaur…
Charm negated by Indomitable Crown.
But the Overlord did not share.
A pulse of darkness erupted from Simon’s body, jolting him back to reality and breaking the crystal’s hold over him. The Minotaur’s crystal dimmed, and the Stone Muse shrieked from inside her petrified prison.
“Lorimor, betrayer! This soul is too dark a vessel for me to shed this old and rotten form!” she shrieked through telepathy. “You have failed to bring me a fitting abode!”
“Wait, my love, I swear I shall satisfy you!” Lorimor pleaded on his knees. “I only need time to bring you my son, my own flesh and blood, for you alone!”
“Liar!”
Shadows deepened, and dark figures floated out of the floor, ghoulish ghosts of pure miasma with skulls for faces, hungering for life. Simon heard a thump on both balconies, his head snapping to see four winged, stony, gargoyle-like demons land there with fearsome claws and fiery eyes. Belzemine, Duchar, and Leonard raised their hands and weapons to fight them while Lorimor begged on his knees.
“Tear this liar apart!” the Stone Muse ordered. “Tear him to pieces!”
The wraiths shrieked, and the gargoyles stepped forward with murder on their mind, but Simon acted first.
“Enough!” Simon shouted. “Kneel! Kneel before the Lord of Dark!”
His Fiendmask shattered, revealing the dark armor of the Overlord for all to see. Waves of darkness erupted from him, chilling the air and stopping all these fools dead in their tracks by striking them with their darkest fears. The ghosts wavered, the gargoyle fiends winced, and the Stone Muse became speechless.
Dreadful Aura filled the weak with Terror.
“I said…” Simon took a deep breath, inhaling miasma and then uttering words that shook the stone. “Kneel!”
And they knelt.
Lorimor was the first to grovel, his fear of his new master greater than that of his old one. The wraiths meekly cowered, while the gargoyles bent the knee. Even the Stone Muse, in her petrified state, could do no more than fall silent as her minions deserted her.
In an Overlord’s presence, even a witch-queen was no greater than a serf.
Level 29 Overlord Perk: Devour Crestone II (Active): You may consume a Crestone to absorb a Perk you have unlocked with its associated Class. The Devour Crestone II Perk then permanently turns into the newly absorbed Perk.
The rush of experience and leveling up only bolstered Simon's confidence. “This man, however meager, is my property by the brands he bears,” he declared boldly. “He is mine, this forest is mine, as is all I see. Serve me or be destroyed, that is your only choice!”
The forest’s denizens lowered their heads in obedience, and the Stone Muse herself didn’t deny his claim. She had the strength to resist his Perk-powered charisma, but what good did it do her when her servants now bowed to a higher authority?
Then something strange happened to her. The Minotaur crystal receded into her stony flesh, sinking into her bark until only the tip remained, its light dulled.
“Lord… oh Lord of Dark, Serpent-Bearer, is that you?” the Stone Muse asked, her fury replaced with submissive joy and hope. Her voice had become sweeter, less demonic. “You have returned to me?”
“You mistake me for another,” Simon replied, while being careful not to show any humility, lest he appear weak. “For though I am indeed Mardok’s heir, I shall eclipse him like the sun does with the stars.”
“Yes… you inherited his throne, and a grandiose destiny awaits you!” The Stone Muse’s words brimmed with the same madness she had infected Lorimor with. “Upon me the Serpent-Bearer bestowed this beautiful jewel, so that I may see the beauty of the Dark which I had once frowned down upon!”
Simon scowled behind his helmet as he gazed upon the Minotaur crystal, melded with her stone and bark. It was barely visible now, yet it didn’t take him long to realize the horror of what Mardok Endymion had done.
The First Overlord had forced a demon’s possession upon a dryad, cruelly transforming the purest of beings into a foul monster and driving her insane.
The crystal’s control doesn’t seem absolute, Simon thought. He could tell from the way it had receded back into its host and how the Muse’s voice had changed after he intimidated her into compliance. Does it wax and wane?
“A deal I offer,” the Stone Muse said with enthusiasm. “Restore my faith and break this shield of stone that binds me prisoner, and your faithful consort I shall be!”
“A consort?” Simon asked, trying to hide his unease.
“Knowledge precious, spells most potent, and wealth of ages I offer in turn! Together, we shall rule this land as king and queen of shadows joined in unholy communion!”
The crystal has driven her mad. Nonetheless, Simon wasn’t sure what to make of her. Although his last encounter with a dryad hadn’t been on the best of terms, he pitied this creature. Can she be cured? Can the Minotaur Fiend be removed without letting it move on to another host or kill its current one?
He glanced at Duchar, who stroked his beard as he assessed the Stone Muse. While his allies only awaited Simon’s order to strike, the warlock could hardly contain his curiosity.
They needed time to study this abomination.
“I shall consider your offer,” Simon decided, stomping the ground with his morningstar. “Until then, this fief is mine.”
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A/N: as usual no new chapter tomorrow (probably) since working on B&C.
I have the suspicion this arc may end up being the longest yet in terms of chapters but we'll see how it develops. Otherwise a lot of you asked me for a description of Simon so I've been considering commissioning some art of him to celebrate the RR release. Is there any other character or place you would be interested in seeing illustrated (like Crestones, Frightwall or the like)?
Comments
Gardor
"‘His Majesty’ in the open until they ascertained how much the Muse knew about him." ->i think this is the first time this person has been referred to as the "the Muse", so its just kinda weird to see a title/cognomen come out of nowhere with no explanation. Then everyone refers to her as the Muse without anyone saying anything, all chapter "Otherwise a lot of you asked me for a description of Simon so I've been considering commissioning some art" -> did you not...describe your main character? Like, ever, in the story?
Myrdin
Upon re-reading. Belzemine probably told Mardok how he can corrupt the dryad and the forest and it broke her
Mi
Crestones would be awesome but any art is welcome, this story deserves it !
MasterofNova
If their bodies are just avatars of a manatree then is it even possible for them to get such infections? Ik that was most likely just a joke but the nature of how poison and disease affects those beings may be useful.
alejandrox
Thanks for the chapter XD I would like to see an illustration of Agnes, Louis, and Euphemia.
GloryHound
Maybe Anna? We wanna meats got Simon all bricked lmao
FuriousDee
I wonder if dying of old age as the overlord would provide a title that does that.
George R
Great chapter
Antony444
Unless it's a time-traveling Simon who also happens to be using a Perk making him lose all Perks and memories of his past lives, I find it highly unlikely he killed Balzam during the final reign. Furthermore, he was asleep when the class transfer happened. The 'killed Balzam more than anyone else' is one of the big theories to be chosen by the Overlord class, though (well that, and Balzam deciding parricide meant Simon was the one destined to succeed him).
A Reader
How would using Lovestruck like that work?
Tomas Marcolini
Any character that you can made art of is welcome. Also I have a question, Balzam need Agnes to extend his lifespan, is there not a perk in the Overlord Class that will give him a longer life or could Simon get it from some crestone??
Daniel Bessette
For places I'd like to see: The Crimson Throne between deaths is a powerful image. I'm also curious what the Keeper looks like, perhaps aside the Crimson Throne.
da Finnci
I wonder if Simon became the Overlord because he actually killed Balzam in his final reign (maybe while being possessed somehow), or maybe because he killed Balzam more often than anybody else and thus was chosen by the Overlord class as "worthy successor"
Void Herald
It's one perk per slot yes, so he has to be careful which Perk he absorbs/which class he levels up in and acquires ;)
Antony444
I wouldn't be so...certain. Balzam never went to the Darkwood during this reign (everyone would have remembered him, I think). But what he did and didn't do in past reigns is far more difficult to be definite about. On many things, as Simon learned to his sorrow, Balzam was absolutely the Cruel; nothing he said or wrote can be trusted until after dozens of verifications. Even his 'list of deaths' does have massive holes in it; Simon didn't know Balzam got seventy-five reigns from it.
Antony444
For the locations I'm interested in seeing illustrated...Frightwall and the Darkwood, most certainly. Plus the aerial airfleet of Louis in action, even if it's not a location per se. For the characters, definitely the members of House Magnos, and Simon's regular companions. Oh, and Silk in her Rogue Class attire. She is looking like a 'fun' character so far.
Erikbongo
Maaaann... This is awesome
thu sdf
Simon is acting more and more overlordly
Myrdin
It is interesting that Balzam has never been to the Darkwood, even with all his reigns (he never confirmed it as a demonbarrow). I am starting to believe that he was fooling around a lot in his reigns and wasn’t that productive. We know that he used some of them for such things like having sex with the Succubi. And we recently learned that he tried to have the Crimson Throne examined. Why would he wait for his last reign to do something like that unless he had not done it before? Plus, all that astrology research in his last reign. Seems like he might have been procrastinating like a student and just chilling. And then was like “my work here is done. Simon, your turn now.” We must remember that he considered the loop a curse, and even suicided a couple of times.
Jasus
So he only has limited lots for devour Creststone perk? I had thought it is only limited by one per class?
BlaueFeder
The Muse must have been collecting STDs like they were going out of style. No wonder she has became so badly corrupted. Also, Duchar now officially looks like Ian McDiarmid.
Void Herald
A family portrait of the Magnos would be a battle scene ;)
locky
I second this
Krosh
It might be a really good idea to figure out how to turn the Demon Crystals into Crestones and then devour those. The Minotaur tried to sell him on some sort of invulnerability which would come in handy. On that note, did we learn yet if he can only consume vassal crestones or if it would be possible for him to steal perks from noble crestones too? I initially assumed not since they were portrayed as indestructible but in the recent chapter we've learned that they actually can be destroyed and just reform afterwards.
CentaureHeart
I would like to see Belzemine since it seems that she's going to be the one most at his side for now!
Myrdin
I wonder what Belzemine was talking about when she had her breakdown here. The Minotaur stone is here for the taking, just as something like that was needed for the creation of the new crestone. And the knowledge how to create one from Muse. Will be interesting to see what Simon is going to do with the next devour crestone. I guess something to help with mobility would be best, since the Overlord doesn’t provide anything like that (aside from the teleport to the castle and the dungeon)
Antony444
One must also insist Lorimor proved absolutely unreliable and gullible when confronted in the middle of a heavy miasma-environment. If all cultists are like that, well. On a positive note, it seems very much gaining levels before coming here was the nice tactical move. All Dark creatures which were in position to guard the mistress of the miasma-tree are confirmed to be below Level 28. Efforts are paying...though it is a bit of a problem, because this means the opponents shown here are not going to do much when it comes to experience gains.
Antony444
Very interesting development...so it is an Overlord's fault that the Dryad was corrupted and the local environment is now saturated by an astonomical quantity of miasma. Once again, not surprised...Mardok was not the First Overlord for no reason. It is still interesting he used the Minotaur Crystal here, however. This doesn't seem to be at all the same circumstances as the circumstances for the others we saw so far. But besides that, another Crestone Perk slot is available! I assume it functions pretty much like the first...the question now is if Simon will be willing to use it to gain one of the Perks of the Templar Class he has. From a practical perspective, it wouldn't be a bad idea. The Templar Perks are stuff the Overlord is probably not going to be able to get on a normal Level progression.
Jannik
Thank you for the chapter! I quite enjoy seeing artwork of characters, even if it is ai like you did for Blood & Fur and Commerce Emperor. Ai artwork is economically much more viable if you want to show a broad range of characters. The characters I would be most interested in aside from Simon are Anna and Eole. A „family“ picture/painting of the Magnos family would also be kind of funny.
Void Herald
Corrected thanks.
Pradian
Time to put lovestruck to use , extract that minotaur gem and all that dryad knowledge. Want to see illustrated: Eole, Anna, Cassandra and maybe Belzamine :)
Publius Decius Mus
> and Frea had kept her busy the one time it could have made a difference against Alphonse’s party. Hence more proof that Frea is best girl and the only worthy waifu for Simon. Edit suggestion: “I admit my Warkock Class lends itself more to lowering enemy statistics than bolstering my own,” he admitted one of the admits -> confess/concede or something similar Warkock -> Warlock
