Chapter 5

Silas and party continues their travels further into the Cavern. According to the initial readings and the crudely drawn map the Guild secretary gave them they were nearing the beginning of the Creation Event.

The cave walls have gradually been widening as they continue deeper and lower. Ruggar leading the group suddenly stops. His eyes grow wider with a sudden realization. “Everyone ready for some fun? We got at least five fairly large enemies from the sounds of it.”

The party readies their weapons. Ruggar looks back at Silas, “Don’t you dare piss your pants rookie. We are close to the Event so expect the enemies to actually be a challenge.”

“Tch, I’m ready for anything fur-ball.”

“Cocky huh, I like it!” Ruggar laughs deep.

As they continue their travel down the path the silhouettes of five large oni like creatures with long curled horns on their heads suddenly notice all of the light the party was creating. In the blink of an eye Ruggar was in the air in front of the nearest one and bashed it in the horn with his battle axe.

It stumbled backwards as the other four Oni started to stampede towards the rest of the party. Tallow the parties mage created an array of earth walls to attempt to slow the enemies down and route them for better efficiency. They were the average height of a human.

Silas quickly runs up to the front lines along side Kaylin as they both use the walls to leap up to the Oni’s faces.

Silas calls out his sword skill thousand pierce. In a matter of seconds he had performed twenty-five to thirty-five consecutive stabs at the Oni’s eye. It was bleeding and crippled when Kaylin used her sword art spinning sword princess on the injured Oni. With the fast spinning motion and her sword the Oni’s head came flying off and crashing to the ground destroying one of the earth walls.

Another Oni took this opportunity to rush in and attempt to take out Alia, but Silas wasn’t going to let that happen.

With a shout he acted his most powerful sword art. Fierce Dragon Fang. In a flash of light he pierced straight through the Oni’s chest. Crushing it’s heart.

Silas skidded to the ground a bit past Alia. Still on one knee and exhausted he looked back to see Ruggar and Kaylin double team another Oni.

*****

Once the last Oni hit the ground with a shaking thud Alia rushed up to SIlas. “Lord Silas, are you hurt?” when he shakes off her question her shoulders sunk a bit with relief. “Thank the gods in heaven.” She runs up and swoops him into a crushing hug.

“Um Miss Alia? What are you doing?”

Alia nuzzles into him closer. “You saved me so I must return the favor. Humans often embrace like this when they wish to show appreciation and affection correct.”

Kaylin stands behind them with a pissed off look. Silas is unfortunately extremely confused between Alia’s and Kaylin’s behavior.

Once Alia sets him down Ruggar comments, “You did good kid.”

Biggs pipes up with a chuckle, “And that is the most praise you will get out of our Ruggar.”

“What ever losers lets keep going. I can smell the entrance just up ahead.”

They walk a little ways further and are confronted with a massive ornate door. The black door which is trimmed with golden accents looks completely out of place in the cavern. It has shinning text constantly sprawling across it in haphazard lines. The text is constantly scrolling.

Silas stares at is with awe, “Does anyone know what it says?”

Alia shakes her head. “It’s not any language I recognize.

Ruggar walks forward and attempts to push on the door. “It’s wont budge, Hey rookie come help me with this.”

*****

In the Guild Headquarters Analysis Room Rebecca Wong, Council Member Rank 7, awaits the completion of the analysis of the Tricot Creation Event.

“Progress report please!” Rebecca barks out while impatiently tapping one of the feet and arms crossed.

“Lady Wong, the analysis should finish in another minute. Please be patient with us.” The woman staring at the glyph on the wall in front of her has a streak of blood run out from underneath her eye mask and down her cheek.

“Tch, Moriya! Take your job and position seriously.”

The teenage boy laying across floor in the center with Rebecca is lazing about reading a book.

“Becca, you just have to chill out. The analysis will finish when it finishes and not a second sooner. Besides if an old lady like you keeps stressing you’ll just give yourself more wrinkles.” He exclaims the last comment with a bored yawn.

In a moments notice Rebecca pulls Moriya up from the ground with a look that screams the teen is about to be murdered.

“Lady Wong, Lord Mirai, the analysis is completed. Status of the Creation Event confirmed. All patterns indicate a new Cataclysm class dungeon was created with the latest event. We also confirm the presence of a Cataclysm class entity and a Cataclysm class Spectral Weapon.

“Shit!” Rebecca drops the boy. “That bastard Clint is about to get another Spectral Weapon!” Before anyone can comment Rebecca is storming out of the room.

“That woman has no chill at all.”

The Analyst woman that was bleeding previously turns to Moriya. “Lord Mirai, may I be excused from my duty to rest.”

The teen slowly stands up and looks at the door leaving the analysis room. “Of course, thank you all for your assistance.”

*****

A council meeting is called at Guild HQ. Rebecca Wong (Rank 7) and Moriya Mirai (Rank 5) sit next to each other at a massive table. Two other figures sit at this massive table.

The first is a foreboding man with massive muscles and wearing a tank-top. His hair is gray and slicked back and his facial hair is scruffy. His left eye has a scar over it. This is Vincent Strong (Rank 4).

Next to him is a bookish man with horn-rimmed glasses. His hair is short and a dark red. He is wearing ornate white mages robes with red accents. This is Malik Rolland (Rank 3).

In front of his massive table is a projection of Alban, his Junior, and Yulinka. Another projection is next to his. The projection shows a super energetic woman with Light pink hair with dark purple accents.

Alban has the words Alban Galwell Rank 1 displayed next to his name on the projection. The energetic woman's has the name Jasmine Ilya Rank 2.

Rebecca speaks up to the rest of the Council. “This meeting is to discuss the recent Creation Event in Tricot and the results of our analysis. Lord Galwell? Why the hell do you have a civilian on this call with us!!!”

“Spicy as ever I see Rebecca. This here is Yulinka. She is a mage in training and spectral analysis major here at the Mage Academy. She will be joining the Guild at this point forward as a third party consultant under my direct command. Any objections?”

The room goes quiet when suddenly the pink haired woman on the other projection pipes up “Yeah yeah we get it. Don’t ask questions about your new toy. Lets cut to the chase! Clint left to have all the fun didn’t he!”

Rebecca clears her throat. “Back to the agenda. Our analysts have finally finished their work and have determined that it’s difficulty ranking is Cataclysm. Not just that but it’s home to a Cataclysm class Spectral Weapon.”

Jasmine the pink haired woman in one of the projections puffed out her cheeks pouted at the news of a new Spectral Weapon.

Vincent the muscular man chimes in, “What are we going to do about Clint getting the head start on this mess?”

“Let him be for now. I have a feeling that particular item will slip out of his hands. In the meanwhile we have a bigger issue at hand. Yulinka please share your findings with the Council.” Alban motions for her to step up to the front of the projection.

*****

After the findings and data was shared the majority of the council had eyes that screamed they were ready for adventures. When you sit at the top of the ranking most jobs and objectives that come in can be boring. Besides chances to gain additional Spectral Weapons are very rare.

Alban steps up to the projection again. “We should arrive in the capital in five days time. In the meanwhile inform the analysts of Yulinka's data and her coming arrival. We do not know when these additional Events are coming but with this data and our technology we stand at the beginning of being able to proactively respond to these events.”

All council members in the council room stand up and bow to the two in the projections.

*****

Inside a dark massive dungeon chamber a sword gilders with mana in the darkness. A sudden sound of hands on a door echo in the chamber. With the sudden noise green flames ignite around the walls and up to the massive black and gold door on the other-side of the chamber.

A light feminine chuckle echos in the chamber. “My destined child has finally appeared. Oh how I long to be held by you. To feel your despair and anger.”

Suddenly the sword is engulfed in flames that take the shape of a young woman.

“Please don’t make me wait anymore my dear child.”