--- Colossal Dungeon, the Crypts---
As the whole dungeon around them shook, the lights atop the sarcophagus were extinguished. Seth had a sudden premonition.
"Everyone, get ready! Raise every defensive asure you have!" he exclaid as he did just that.
The party was enveloped by only had a duration of 30s. It was questionable whether their other asures would hold.
"Get closer behind ! Fin, keep your skill ready," he instructed as his shield, Antares, grew to the size of a blast door where three people could hide behind, standing side by side. With Jas and Seth huddling together, they would hopefully be able to break the stream of miasma in front of the party.
"Are you sure? It has a long cool ti, if I use it now I won't be able to use it in an ergency," Fin asked worried. The skill Seth was talking about was , the skill that had saved her party's life during the first explosion of a Mushroom Fiddler.
"I didn't an to use it now. Just be ready in case this does not work," Seth explained, watching the counter for which automatically created a barrier around him when carrying a shield, and ca on top of that.
The arrow of light, looking more like the bolt of a ballista, made a turn and flew straight up. The shining light was barely dampened by the thick miasma as it illuminated the massive rotten face of an undead bending over, ready to attack.
Seeing the face only for a mont, they were almost blinded when the arrow penetrated the eye cavity and exploded, ripping apart the head and helt of the undead. Like the light of a lightning strike in a thunderstorm, the explosion allowed them to get a glimpse of their current situation.
The undead soldiers and knights had risen from their knees, standing tall, and all their empty eye sockets were pointed at them, staring at the intruders with their lip-less skeletal grins.
"Fuck, I could have lived without seeing that...," Ferdinand cried out.
"I'm glad it's dark again...," Azul agreed with him.
"Then you better close your eyes, I'm about to bring the sun."
~Pff, if anyone brings the sun, it would be !~ Puffles boasted
"What are you doing?" Lydia asked worried, seeing him pull the string without an arrow and point it at the ceiling.
"Make us so room," he said and let go.
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