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Torchbearer - Chapter 3 (beta - early access)
🕑 Added 2025-07-29 00:57:58 +0000 UTCThe scent of flowers and grass rolled out of the door as Miles stared, jaw hanging open as he stared, wide eyed, at the rolling hills of swaying, emerald-green grass that had taken the place of his old room. Wrenching his sight away from the content of the room, he looked at the doorway then at the door itself.
This is what the Custodial Key does?
Miles stared back into the wide space ahead. What was this place?
Sensing the mana seeping out, he deduced it was somehow connected to the Dungeon, but it was barely above the surrounding stuff. So it shouldn’t have anything dangerous. Turning his attention inwardly toward the key, he sensed it connecting him to this space. And while he wanted to step inside and explore, Miles hadn’t spent decades stuck in the Dungeon to trap himself again.
Fool me once… something something, he thought as he summoned the key to his hand. The key appeared, so he looked at the door and waited. When a minute went by without the gate closing, he closed the door and watched as it slowly reverted back to its pitiful state. Reopening it then, he found his room.
He nodded to himself. “Alright. Makes sense so far,” he thought, shoving the key in the door again, and when it finished changing, he reopened it and found the green hills again. Shutting the doors this time, he waited, but the door never reverted back, and reopening it, it still connected him to the mysterious space.
So the door stays unless I remove the key. But what happens when I remove the key and shut the door from the inside?
That was going to be something to test another time, because what he knew right now, he wasn’t risking getting locked there. But at least he knew that no one could lock him with the key in his soul.
As he Stepped through the door, he sensed the air shift around him and he immediately looked up at the sunny sky above.
“This is insane,” he mumbled, glancing back. The gate was right there, highlighted with golden light. The air was a little bit humid, but it was breezy and all directions he looked, the horizon stretched, and Miles stood there, dumbstruck.
“Is this a whole damn Dungeon floor?”
He could see a forest in the distance ahead, a mountain to the east and to the right a structure.
Miles frowned. “What is that?”
Miles was about to jog toward it, wanting to see it from up close, only for the damn thing to suddenly appear right in front of him, nearly making him jump out of his skin. With a curse, he took a step back, eyes scanning the structure. It was a floating circular base of black stone and right next to it, what he could only describe as a stele of matching mineral, with one engraved notch at the top.
With a hop, Miles stepped into the circle and immediately knew what this was as the question seeped into his mind.
A Dungeon entrance. And that stele…
This was huge. And that notch could mean many things. Things he’d endeavor to figure out eventually.
“But not today,” he said with a smile, hopping off the platform. Willing it to go away, it disappeared and reappeared far into the horizon, and Miles put his hands on his hips, smiling at the space.
“I could work with this.”
Over the next half hour or so, Miles just ran around, exploring the woods and noting the many herbs and trees. He found a winding river which was springing out of a natural spring, and he would have gone further, he just didn’t want to leave the door unattended for long. Then thinking of how the Dungeon gate had behaved, he mentally willed the exit to approach, and he sensed the key resonate in his soul right as the gold-highlighted door popped in front of him.
“Neat,” he chuckled. Taking a first step toward the door, he intended on making sure his presence was well hidden before going for a quick scouting mission, after which he could just hide in here. A week or two would pass quickly, and in any case, he could just get started on some planting.
Wait, could I affect the soil?
Glancing below him, he frowned down at the ground, willing it to be tilled, but it only stared back at him and nothing happened.
Okay, so I don’t have control over everything. That’s fine, he mused. Next, he tried to activate his looping Skill, to see if he could set this place and time as respawning point, but just like outside, it didn’t work.
Damn. But at least I tried, he thought as he took a step out of the gate. But as soon as he was one step away from the exit, he sensed something. Miles frowned and slowly, delicately, he extended his aura out in front of him, struggling a little to push it through the magical gateway, but after a some straining, he managed to push his senses out, and he grimaced when he felt the intruders.
Two of them. Well… shit. What do I do now?
Their veil was unimpressive, but they were significantly weaker than he was. Any other day, Miles would have not missed their presences. But between the lackluster mana around and this room being a separate space from the corridor outside, he hadn’t sensed the intruders until the last second. And now, he couldn’t delay for too long or they’d think they were made.
What were he to do with them? Capture them? Bribe them?
I got enough in storage to make anyone rich up here. So just play nice and see how it goes, he decided as he took a step forward. There was one presence just behind the door, waiting for him to exit. And another on the side of the corridor. Both weren’t even tier-10, so even if they threw everything they had at him, there was nothing they could do to him.
Frankly, at this point his challenge was about convincing them to not ruin their own lives. Which… could be challenging.
Miles’ boots echoed in the corridor, and as he casually reached for the handle to shut the door, a glowing spearhead cut off his movement. His eyes looking down at the polished shaft, but before he could say much, he watched, surprised, as the weapon was lowered.
“Miles?”
Miles looked up meeting the young woman’s gaze. While it has been literal decades since he last saw the inquisitive amber eyes and the freckled button nose, and at some point, he even started to forget the details—before he broke through his first circle, that is—but now that he was looking at her, the memories rushed up to the surface, and his face split in a wide grin. “Hello, Thalia. How have you been?”
The spear clattered to the ground as the young woman lunged for him, hugging him tightly. Miles hugged her back, feeling his eyes misting as he laughed.
“They said you died,” she said, voice taut.
“Well…”
He wasn’t about to tell her everything, but he couldn’t resist the joke. Though he quickly regretted it when he sensed her tense. They separated, and he smiled at her. “Clearly, I’m alive. I was just a little stuck. And then I accidentally ended up exiting out of the Sandgate and had to make the trip,” he explained. He didn’t feel great about his lie near the end, but the less people knew about his arrival the better.
Hearing a shuffling to his right, Miles whirled, only to find a second woman with an hand raised and a spear in the other. She winced, an apologetic smile on her face. “Sorry!”
Thalia chuckled, wiping at her eyes as she faced the wall, then she punched him in the shoulder, and he barely felt it. Turning back toward her, he saw her frowning at his shoulder, then looked up at him and smiled.
“We got a lot to talk about.”
“Yeah,” called out the other girl. “And what’s with the magic door?”
Miles look behind at the still exposed doorway leading to the Custodial room. He stared at it for a moment, then sighed. It really was as they said. No plan survived first contact with the enemies.
I’m really out of it, today, he thought, swinging the door shut.
***
The three found a spot in the living space to talk. There weren’t any chairs or anywhere else to sit, so they just stood in front of the unlit hearth and in any case, Thalia said they had minutes at most before they’d need to report back.
“That gate’s a Skill of mine. Transcendent. Opens a little sanctuary,” he said, improvising a little. He couldn’t lie about the rarity because through his years in the loop, he quickly learned that something that opened a door to a pocket dimension could be nothing less than Transcendent.
Brie’s lower jaw nearly dropped to the floor, while Thalia leaned back, almost recoiling with shocked. “Thats… how?”
Miles smiled. “It’s a long story. I’m sure we’ll have time. How’s Mrs. Seren and Auren?”
As soon as he asked the question, he knew he misstepped, and the silence that followed only confirmed it. Thalia smiled, but it was a pained thing. “Mom’s in the city. We live there now. Dad passed a few years back.”
The news was like a little punch in the gut. Miles was well acquainted with deaths by now, but it never got easier. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he said after a moment. Letting out a sigh, he straightened up. “I hope you’ll come visit with Mrs. Seren. I’d love to see her,” he added, a smile on his lips. And when Thalia gave him a questionning look, he rubbed the back of his neck. “So you know how I came out of the Sandgate? With what you said about what happened today, I feel like today might not be the day to show up at the city gate. I’d rather wait her for a couple days until things mellow out.”
“We could vouch for you,” offered Brie, but Thalia just shook her head.
“We’re two juniors, and I have a feeling that any scan or ID they’d ask of you will get you into trouble. You’re better off waiting,” she confirmed.
“Fair enough,” said Brie, stretching her hands above her head. “Ready to go, Thals? No offense, but we definitely should get moving or we’ll draw too much attention. We’re a bit late already.”
Thalia nodded. “She’s right. Can you wait for me outside, Brie? I’ll join you in a second.”
The guardswoman gave Thalia a mock salute, fluidly tapping a fist on her chest before she turned and head out, and as soon as she was out, Miles pushed his aura out and created the largest bubble he could manage to isolate the space around him and Thalia, which made the young man tense up.
“Sorry. I’m not very good with my aura just yet,” he spoke quickly. Eyes meeting hers, he asked. “Is she trustworthy?” And deep in his mind, a voice wanted to ask her. Was she trustworthy?
But Miles didn’t ask that. He didn’t care if she was trustworthy or not. He wasn’t going to live a paranoid life, waiting for strangers to stab in the back at any moment. He just wanted to be prepared, and if stuff went wrong, he’d adapt and improvise.
Thalia nodded. She swallowed, and Miles resolved to really focus on making his aura less threatening. Especially to those significantly weaker than he was. “I trust her with my life,” she said, and Miles immediately dispelled his aura, and Thalia’s shoulder immediately relaxed. She was nearly panting, and she gave him a smile and a punch. “You’re gonna have to teach me that. Deal?”
Miles gave her another hug. “Absolutely. Say hi to Mrs. Soren. I’ll be right here, okay?”
Thalia took a step back, eyes twinkling, and she nodded. “I will,” she said, turning away. The pausing, she turned back to him. “You’re the one who broke out of the gate today, right?”
The question came so suddenly and so unexpectedly that his mind lagged for half a second, but that was enough to for Thalia’s eyes to go wide.
“Nope,” Miles said, face neutral. “I came from the Sandgate.”
Thalia narrowed her eyes, nodding as she opened the door, still smiling. “Alright then. If you say so. See you—”
A sound of something crashing into a wall filled the air, and Thalia whirled for half a second before she turned back. “Stay here,” she said, then ran out.
Miles frowned, inching slowly toward the door and peered out.
What happened?
***
Thalia’s POV
Thalia rushed out in the afternoon soon and instantly saw the cloud of dust across the street. She held her spear forward scanning the surroundings as she called out before her eyes turned back to the debris, stomach twisting. “Brie? Report!”
Please don’t be in there, she prayed, and when she saw the dust covered red-hair peek through the clouds of dust, Thalia cursed under her breath.
“Why are you behind on your patrol, trainee?”
Thalia whirled, and it was as if a wall had dropped on spear, knocking it painfully out of her grip and nearly breaking her fingers from the impact. Before she realized what had happened, she found herself looking up at the sky right before her back hit the ground. The wind was knocked out of her chest, but she could still see the shadowy figure above.
Black leathers. Hood. A Shadow?
The man kneeled next to her head, a glimmering dagger in his gloved hand. “So? Why were you two breaking protocol? What is this, a side-job or do you two know something about what happened today? Because today’s not the day to fuck around with side hustles. Not with how hard the hornet’s nest got kicked.”
Thalia, teeth gritted, was about to respond when the man silenced her by raised his index finger to his invisible lips while his dagger poked her right under her jaw. “Before you waste both of our times, don’t lie. I know when I’m being lied to. Last chance before you join your little friend over there. Then I’ll be dragging both of you to HQ so our new trainees can work on their… interrogation technique. So. Spit it.”
Thalia couldn’t see the man’s face. It was either a Skill or an enchantment, but it didn’t matter. The truth was not an option, and she wasn’t beating this man. But she suspected she knew who could.
“Help?” she called out, trying to make herself audible but not loud enough to attract the attention of more watchers.
The Shadow stilled, then his head tilted. “What do—”
The familiar aura fell down on both of them and this time, it was much heavier than what she had experienced indoors. It was… as if she had been turned into a child and an old, busy and burly giant was glaring down at her, daring her to disturb its work. Thalia found herself unable to breath as terror squeezed her heart, but through the corner of her eyes, she saw a hand grip and wrench the Shadow back by the neck, almost as if she was seeing it through someone else’s eyes.
Then as suddenly as it came, it left, and from the corner of her eyes she saw the blue magic surrounding the Shadow’s body as Miles retreated back into their old home. A few seconds later, the blue magic fully surrounded the frozen Shadow, and Miles’s hand disappeared into thin air before it came back out.
“Give it to your friend,” he whispered-shouted as he lobbed the vial. “But only a little! If you want to stay here, you’re welcome. Otherwise get back to the city quick, okay? I’ll come to check on you tomorrow. Go!”
Thalia scrambled and picked up the potion, then she ran toward the collapsed house just as she was told, a terrified and shocked smile on her face.
Just what happened to him down there?
***
From behind the cracked door, Miles watched as Thalia and Brie scrambled away, fighting over the almost full vial of healing potion. Just a sip had been enough to fix Brie’s broken arm and thankfully, she was high-tier enough to survive the collapsed home. Though they were going to need a good excuse to explain the blood and dust in which she was covered.
Once he saw them disappear in the distance, Miles shut the door and sighed out in relief. In his Vault, the Shadow was asleep. He’d been tempted to outright eliminate him, but… well, in stasis, he was just as unable to do harm as he would be if he were dead. Considering he was below tier-20, he wasn’t that heavy to carry.
Probably in the early tier-10s. I doubt he’s even tier-15, considering the laughable resistance he managed to put up, he thought. Still, this complicated things a little.
“Now they’ll really know someone’s around. And they might be able to narrow down my location, so I better move,” he thought out loud. “Unless…”
Unless he could speak some sense into the Shadow. Miles frowned, tilting his head as he considered it.
I need one of ‘em. And I do have a keyphrase…
Miles hummed as he headed back to the door. He’d think about it. For now though, in case someone came around sniffing, he had to hide the door. Somehow. So it was time to risk a few more tests. For example, what would happen if he removed the key while he was still inside the Custodial room? That had been a little too concerning of a test earlier, but with this location having been found, it was time to take a few little risks. If he could fully hide his presence here, he’d worry a bit less about staying.
There’s that to test. And I should have had Thalia try to open the door and test if anyone could just open it or it’s just me.
Well, he missed the opportunity for that second one, but there was time to figure it out eventually.
Making his way back to his room, he summoned the key and pushed it into the door again, and when the door changed, he stepped in. Turning to face the entrance, he took a deep breath. “Come on, don’t screw me over,” he warned the key as he summoned it, then he shut the door behind him. Face scrunched, he watched as the gold highlights faced away and as the door turned back to its original shape, but while he expected it to completely disappear, it didn’t. It just hovered there, like a ghost of a door through which his hand moved unimpeded. Stepping around it, he examined it, then summoning the key, he pushed into the ghostly apparition, and the door regained its shape and consistency. Pushing the handle out, it opened into the corridor again. And Miles smiled.
“Neat. Now I just gotta figure out what happens if the door gets destroyed. But this’ll do for now.”
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A/N: How are you guys liking this so far? Next chapter would be tomorrow or the day after.
Comments
Dylan
Lots of hints towards bigger things. I like it! The setting is to my taste as well, which is more a personal thing.
Touch
Maybe him creating torchbearers association or smth to give them more rightful treatment is good too, and make him realize how powerful he is to the outside world!
Touch
I love the concept and characters! 3 things I would love to see in next few chapters is his willingness to kill humans, more information about the world, and actual obstacles/enemy for Mc to overcome because with him being tier 30, I can’t think of any actual physical enemy for MC to fight
