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Chapter 95
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The Guilded Tavern, The Guild Hall, Medea Island
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Haythem knocked back another drink, smacking his lips. "Five of these in ten minutes... and I'm still not drunk. Why am I cursed so?" Bertram grunted from his position on the bar, face buried in his crossed arms.
The bartender snorted. "You know why. It's your own damn fault. The more powerful you get, the less stuff like poison and alcohol affects you. I've seen stronger Guiders guzzle barrels of mead and barely reach tipsy. It's only the really strong stuff that can still get Platinums drunk, and I don't think you two are rich enough to buy a bottle or two."
Haythem seriously considered whether to spend some of his savings on a bottle. It sounded great, and the idea of not thinking for a while was seductive. What was the point of saving that gold anymore?
Flasa was dead, after all.
It wasn't until she was gone that he realized how much he'd found her presence comforting. She was always there, with a friendly smile. They'd been getting closer recently, and he'd thought... He sighed.
He knew what she'd say about this, him attempting to drink his problems away, and he wasn't drunk enough to throw his money away despite that. He sat up at the sound of commotion through the door to the reception area, then nudged Bertram. "Get up, you sad sack. Wasting our time here, anyway." Bertram grunted and slipped off his stool, following Haythem as he left the bar.
They left the tavern with a dozen other curious guilders and found themselves swept out the front door by the crowd. Only when outside did they see what was causing such a fuss.
Offshore, a vast, unnatural cloud system sat. It was unnatural because the sky everywhere else was a clear blue, not a single cloud to mar it. This storm, though, looked dangerous. Huge, black, mile-high clouds that flashed with lightning every second or so. Now that he was outside, he could hear the faint rumbles they gave off.
He thought he saw two deep-blue birds flying in and out of the clouds, but it was so far away he couldn't be sure, even with his enhanced vision. The guilders soon found themselves on the beach, where they found The Voice and her entourage standing with a group of... blue, white-furred Lizard men? They had the same general shape as the monsters from the Third but were so different in color that they could only be a subspecies.
They weren't talking much; instead, they stared toward the pillar of black clouds. When none of the others stepped forward to ask what was going on, Haythem gathered his courage and stepped forward.
"Miss Voice? What's going on out there. Is this the... 'Creator's' doing?" The human-shaped monster pinned her shifting rainbow-colored irises on him and nodded.
"Indeed. The Bahrain thought to restart their invasion before the ceasefire had ended. They are currently experiencing His wrath for their folly."
"And, uh, what does that entail?" He asked again. His newfound confidence faltered slightly under her piercing gaze, but by the set of her brow, she seemed to be considering how much to share. Her eyes were unfocused, and after a few moments, she nodded, muttering to herself. Was she asking the dungeon itself what to say? Well... she was called The Voice. Haythem wasn't sure what he was expecting.
"Pyry and Thor are maintaining the storm. Sรญdhe stirs and directs its full fury against the fleet, and Calypso and her kin ravage the fools from below." The Voice explained, dropping names Haythem had no context for. He felt a spark of anger, though. Why now? Why had the dungeon not attacked like this before? When the Voice responded, Haythem realized he'd spoken aloud.
"Because that wasn't what was bargained." Haythem felt himself deflating at The Voice's brutal honesty. "In exchange for a Voice in the island's council, He would aid the defenders. I, my guards, Calypso, Davy Jones, and Jormungandr, were that force. The rest of the defenses were left to you. But the situation has changed, and The Creator has claimed the surface. Though He cannot do so in the same manner as He has His dungeon or the sea around us, He has still claimed it. You should be happy. None of you will be asked to fight and die in our defense today."
The crowd grumbled at that, and Haythem understood why. He felt the same way. These were Guilders. Warriors. Ones who had lost brothers and sisters in arms the day before. Their killers were on that fleet, and not having the chance to deliver vengeance upon them rankled. "What if we want to fight?" Haythem shot back. The Voice paused, her gaze skating over the crowd. Measuring.
"When the desperate survivors of the storm reach the island, then, by all means, slake your bloodthirst against them. It shouldn't be long now."
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The Dungeon, Medea Island, The Kalenic Sea
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I was sure the Bahrain regretted not just packing up and moving on, now. Really, though? Trying to invade again before the ceasefire was over, within my perception? The most foolish thing they could have tried. My seagulls still maintained aerial superiority, and the various fish monsters milling under their fleet meant I was aware of the movements of every boat.
It did mean I had to rush to implement my plan, though. By the time the storm was set in, the ships were already halfway through it. There was no eye to this storm, but I didn't want to move it closer to the island. The bright side was that it also worked as a demonstration of my power to the humans.
Beneath the churning waves my mile-wide storm churned up, the water sprites create portals to ferry my pod of Leviathans from the Eleventh. Calypso welcomed her fellow whale-derived monsters, and they assaulted the beleaguered fleet together.
Their attack was more intelligent and coordinated than the last time. I'd made a mistake asking Calypso to attack as she had. All it'd done was make her a big target. While it'd worked initially, shock doing wonders to delay the Bahrain's retaliation, continued use of the breach-and-fall tactic once they'd overcome that was just stupid.
As the fleet was tossed around by the enormous waves, dozens were impacted by the hardened heads of the Leviathans. Most impacts broke the ship's keels, but a few got holes punched in their hulls instead.
Above the fleet, Pyry and her mate, Thor, danced around the pitch-black clouds. This was a true test of their magic, a storm wrought outside of the confinement of the Eighth. But they didn't just have to whip up a storm. They had to prevent it from moving with the wind, deforming or dispersing. It turned out to need more concentration and constant maintenance than I expected, so I had the Air Spirit brought in to aid them.
Not that she was a Spirit anymore.
The Fairy had begun her transformation shortly after my climactic battle with Instincts. This one was unlike the previous Sprite to Spirit transformation, which consisted of condensing their magic, a qualitative change, and reemerging as a more powerful and capable being. The Spirit to Fairy change was a slower, more gradual metamorphosis. According to her, it usually took months to years to complete the change, but with my aid, it'd taken less than a week.
Where a Spirit was the 'child' stage of their life, during which they learned to control and master their elements, the Fairy was the adult stage. This is typically where they gained higher reasoning and thinking, but the manabeings I'd contracted gained this at Spirit level. What the Air Fairy gained was a truly next-level of power and capability. Her macro and micro control, range, and sheer mana density in her golem body were drastically increased.
She also underwent a change in her physical appearance. Potentium Golems reflected the mana of the manabeing controlling them; this was something I was well acquainted with by now. Sprites were basic in the changes they induced: Stone-like skin, red-hot molten metal, etc. Spirits became personifications of their elements; human-shaped and sized beings of air, fire, shadow and whatnot.
Fairies removed the 'human-sized' part of the personification. The Air Fairy was the size of a tornado. Literally, her lower half had become an undulating twister, while her torso, arms, and head were still vaguely feminine. The new Air Fairy, whom I had named Sรญdhe when she'd finally asked for one, had progressed from a personification to an embodiment of her element.
She seemed to find pleasure in the terror the sailors felt when they caught glimpses of her human-like face poking between clouds. Most people put some amount of personification to natural events, normally the gods being angry in some way, and they looked for random shapes that vaguely resembled human features. When the face they saw grinned malevolently, the eyes animated by an unholy glow as the wind that composed her twisted and warped the clouds around her into form... many found themselves wishing they wore their brown pants that day.
Where Pyry and Thor contained and generated the storm, Sรญdhe directed its fury against the fleet below. She moved waterspouts to intercept ships on the edge of the vague circle the Bahrain called a formation. Lightning strikes crashed down, igniting sails and breaking masts, leaving them easy prey for Calypso and her brethren.
By the time the remnants finally made it out of the storm, their thousand-strong fleet had been reduced to almost a hundred remaining ships, including their flagship. I made sure that one survived, even. Why? Because the look on the 'grand admiral's' face was hilarious. Despite knowing they would be facing a dungeon in combat, they had expected I'd fight conventionally. They'd expected more sea monsters, bird monsters, or other such creatures to harry them as they approached. Nothing had prepared them for me to use the world itself to destroy them.
As the remains of the fleet beelined for the island, I signaled for the second phase of the attack to begin.
Riding on the backs of whales and Leviathans, my Crabs were carried just underneath the ships. There, they used their limited ability to swim to launch themselves up to the hulls. They climbed the sides, and soon, the exhausted sailors were forced into combat with monsters they'd never fought before. As I was well aware, this was a death sentence for most people.
I could have had the Leviathans continue their previous attacks. Instead, I directed them into another portal back to the Eleventh, Calypso and her pod joining them for now. Their part in this was over.
I actually wanted a few ships intact, after all. Hehe. Oh, did I have plans for them.
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Bahrain Flagship Fist of The Emperor, Bahrain Invasion Fleet, The Kalenic Sea
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High Archon of Fire Izza found his role changing as the fleet limped to the island. He'd been reduced to putting out fires on the ship rather than fighting off the crab monsters himself. One of the varieties spewed flames with abandon, though not every ship was plagued with them. Only ninety-eight ships had survived the storm; since then, they'd lost two dozen to the crabs. Displaying shocking intelligence after slaughtering the sailors, the crabs had coordinated themselves. They somehow managed to crew the ships themselves despite not possessing hands. Izza, being the most mobile mage in the fleet, had been able to 'reclaim' a few of the stolen vessels, but he wasn't quick enough to catch them all. The crab-pirates escaped with eleven ships of varying classes.
Once the remaining crabs were fought off and fires put out, Izza returned to the flagship and immediately returned to Jal Sagar's bedside. The frail old man showed his advanced age as he breathed shallowly, totally unconscious. The mage had stood on the deck for hours, doing his best to counter the storm as it ravaged their fleet. The water Archon had described his struggle, explaining that it was like the sea and sky fought him. As time passed and he grew weaker, he'd reduced the area he could protect. The High Archon of Water collapsed as soon as they'd passed out of the storm. He'd yet to wake.
The one surviving healer had said there was nothing physically wrong with him to fix. He was healthier than any man his age had any right to be.
He looked up as the Grand Admiral entered the room. "We approach the beach soon. You will lead the invasion force." The admiral ordered. Izza nodded, leaving his vigil. Once abovedeck, he looked to the island. The port and beach where they'd fought the day before wasn't in sight. They'd circled around the island to land on a beach on the opposite side, where the jungle was thick.
"Your first task is to burn the jungle down." the admiral ordered, stopping at Izza's side. "I have no doubt it's full of the island's defenders, either setting traps or moving through it to reach us from the port. You will burn it to the ground, then when they're all dead, we can set up camp."
Izza nodded. The original plan had called for preserving as much infrastructure as they could. After all, they wanted to use the island and its resources as a springboard to invade the Phenoc.
That plan was little more than ash on the wind.
However, with the Phenoc kingdom fractured, future fleets would find it easier to invade and claim land on that continent. A small consolation. This fleet, however, wouldn't be the one spearheading such efforts anymore. Still, they were ordered to take the island, to deny it and its resources to the Phenoc, if little else.
If they needed to burn the island clean and build it up anew, they would.
As the transport ships beached themselves on the three small coves they were targeting, the few soldiers who jumped off into the surf cried out in pain, were dragged beneath the waves, and never seen again. The rest were sure to stay well away from the red, frothing waves.
Izza flew above the jungle and began to gather his mana for the spell. The ball of flames in his hands grew more and more unwieldy, cackling and writhing. When he could hold it no more, he threw it to the ground. To his astonishment, the spell lost size and power as it flew away from him until it was the size of a candle flame. That tongue of flame was caught by an honest-to-the-gods elemental.
A Fire Elemental.
It stood at the jungle's edge, bright and blazing, but the vegetation around it was unburned. That kind of control was extraordinary, especially for a being that longed to burn and consume everything around it. From either side of it, monsters began to filter from between the trees. The majority were lizardmen of a kind. Either short, spindly creatures or larger and muscled like that one from the previous day. Some were of a kind with the other of the Voice's guards, but they were a minority. A few dozen among hundreds. A roar had him spin in place, and his eyes widened as transports were raised on pillars of ice, directed by yet more lizardmen standing in the foaming water. These were blue and white, resembling the smaller green lizardmen. The roar itself had come from a huge winged lizard. It had launched from the ocean, burning the fleet still on the water with its fire breath.
Their mage contingent had been sent along with the troops in the transports, and there were only a couple remaining who could possibly fight back.
As he turned to fight the flying lizard, determining the loss of the fleet a more significant setback than the soldiers, he caught the glow of flame from the corner of his eye. He flung himself sideways. A lance of fire seared past him. When he turned around, he saw that the Elemental had launched itself into the air, blazing bright as it headed right towards him. It was joined by The Voice, and a quick glance showed the Phenoc Guilders were interspersed amongst the monsters as they charged the invasion force on the beach.
After that, too much of his attention was dedicated to dodging to do anything else.
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Comments
Isaiah Davis
Good stuff chief.... Chefs kiss ๐
Undead Writer
Thanks for the chapter! Was hoping for the guilders reaction to the flame elementals. This is still good though! Thanks for the chapter!
NA
Really enjoyed this o e! TYFTC
Jason Smith
Thanks for the chapter! I love what you did with the Fairy! 10/10
Gopard
Thanks for the chapter!ย
CrabbyCranberry
This is my absolute favorite dungeon story. So much fun.
DrakeStarkiller
Foolish mortals you dare to break your word on my sea
Leviathon251
Thanks for the chappie!
Jacob
Watersprite teleportation is fantastic. Clever use of mechanics. Wind fairy is glorious and terrifying. Crab pirates are amazing and I love them. Please give them hats.and above all, THE HUMAN ELEMENT TO BOTH SIDES IS FANTASTIC AND YOU NEEDS AWARDS!
Jacob
Yeah that's a weird one for me too. Perhaps it could be something akin to Greek fire, or napalm where it is some form of liquid that is simply ignited. But fire on a water dragon(wyvern)? It's kinda just weird.
Some BS Deity
Crab pirates are amazing. Thanks for the long chapter and I love the use of a storm for their defense here.
The Grey Mage
Wave having Fire Breath bothers me. Otherwise, great chapter.
X Blade
Eggcelent
Eriach
Or repair the ships for the Phenoc
Eriach
The Kraken could size the ship remains and drag them to near the coast and boom new habitat
Rain
GET STORMED ON!! Crab pirates XD ๐ฆ๐ดโโ ๏ธ
Curb504
Thanks for the chapter
Trebuchet
Great job showing emotion. Love this story
Nifty
aaaaulted-aaaassaulted???
Gabriel Waldorff
Make yer own sea of thieves with them ships. It will be epic!
Michael Zalesny
Crab pirates! A new faction amongst tge children?
Nifty
areal->aerial
Carl Mason
"they aaaaulted the beleaguered fleet" assaulted. Thanks for the chapter.
Marian Ch
Let's fucking gooooo!
locx nutttsss
Heheheh DIE
Shiloh Gallaher
Yay chappy!!!!
Briar
Yessss Iโm so so happy to see this.
Dcs5782
First on here
