155 Endless Battle
The pain of hitting the house wall was little compared to the agonizing pain coming from their ears, which were bleeding after the banshee scream.
Arthur was the first to get up and analyze the enemy they were facing. An astonishing level of 40. Not that high if one compared to their levels, but a banshee was not a simple creature to deal with.
Also, the change in level between the first floor to that one was extraordinary. Even in that dungeon near Odemore, the change wasn’t that high as this one.
What would happen on the next floor? Arthur tried his best to wave away these thoughts and concentrate on the enemy that was right in front of him.
“Myria, what are the best ways to deal with this enemy?” Arthur said.
He did not have a vast knowledge about the monsters, but he knew a banshee was resistant to physical attacks, and who knows if spells truly worked against it.
“She’s immune to physical attacks, but spells should work.”
After hearing that, Arthur prepared his first spell, and that was a wood type, Thorns. A type of plant emerged from the magical circle that appeared in Arthur’s hand, enveloping the banshee, making her stop in place.
Now that the wooden essence was completed, the might of the wood element spells were extraordinary, and casting tier 5 spells was as fast as a blink of an eye for Arthur.
The banshee couldn’t move, so another spell launched towards her, the old and loved Fireball.
“Take this!” Arthur said.
A ball of flames rapidly approached her, and Arthur was almost sure it would land, but it did not. The moment the spell would hit its ethereal body, the banshee vanished, as if she had the knowledge of space time magic and teleported away from there.
“What?”
It was not something any of them had expected, and the worst part happened next. The mirror from where the banshee came out was also the home of other creatures, such as zombies and skeletons.
That floor seemed to be the home of the undead, and this type of monsters were a pain in the ass to deal with.
“Let’s go out of the house!” Arthur yelled.
A fight inside that small house would be troublesome, so they left the house and fight in the open field to maneuver better throughout the fight.
Before leaving, Arthur cast a spell on the mirror to see if it would crumble, but nothing happened. Sighing, he left the house.
The banshee was nowhere to be seen, but they did not forget about her as they fought against the undead, breaking the bones of the skeletons and avoiding the bites of the zombies.
All the creatures had the same level of the banshee, 40, but weren’t as strong, so Myria, Lilia and Arthur dealt with them with ease. There was still the problem that they seemed endless.
Monsters kept coming out of the mirror, and no matter what they tried, the mirror was unbreakable. What would they do if the monsters were infinite? Arthur was almost sure that wouldn’t be the case, but the thought still flashed through their minds.
They kept killing these monsters, running low on mana and energy, but the number of creatures coming from the mirror decreased, until it reached a point where none came at all.
“Finally, but we still have to deal with that banshee.” Arthur said, and the moment he talked about her, she showed up, screaming.
Myria and Lilia had run out of mana in the last fight, but Arthur still had as he fought melee against the undead, so he cast a magical barrier to protect them from the sound waves. His barrier was stronger, and this time the sound waves could not break it.
Arthur did not want to give the banshee a chance to escape, so he quickly cast the same wood element spell to trap the banshee, just like last time.
The banshee once again got locked in place, and wanted to teleport again, but Arthur was faster. He used his own teleport, appearing in front of the banshee, hitting it with his newly gained weapon that was in the shape of a two-handed sword.
With one strike, the banshee was no more, dying on the spot. The sword Merethyl gave him could change shapes, but its mighty was beyond the human treasures. It hit hard, and Arthur guessed it was a heavenly treasure from the ancient times.
Well, the last Elven ruler was from thousand of years ago, so that type of weapon was not something one could find easily.
“It is over.”
They sat on the ground, resting after the hard fight they had faced. The amount of danger inside that floor was incredible, and they were only at the start of the dungeon.
Arthur regretted coming there, and perhaps he should have tried harder to make Myria and Lilia stay inside Slyvian.
“It is what it is. The only thing I can do now is keep fighting and come out alive in this place.” Arthur thought.
The second floor of the dungeon was now clear, and entering the next floor would cause more fighting, so it was the best to stay in that village for some time until all of them recovered their mana and stamina.
After two hours, they resumed their exploration. Going back inside the house, they first met the banshee. Arthur was almost sure the mirror was on the way out of there.
Arthur was the first to touch the mirror, and he noticed how his hand passed through it, which meant his theory was correct. They all left using the mirror, reaching the next floor of the dungeon.
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Just like the previous floor, the next one looked like a different realm, but one that wasn’t that friendly. An immense volcano that kept shooting balls of lava all around it, and golems of fire patrolling the area.
Arthur glanced at them and saw their levels: 60. He was confident in facing them, but what could Myria and Lilia do?
Turns out going inside that ruin was truly a bad idea.