The vote was one against (Gno), two undecided (John and Aclysia) and three for (Undine, Sylph and Salamander).
Therefore, they jumped into the portal and erged in a new environnt. They found themselves in a network of black towers, built in a dieval fort style and connected through bridges that were held up by stalactite-like pillars, extending from a glimring sea below. The bridges connected to all sorts of segnts of those towers, be it near the top, bottom, or anywhere in-between.
The party stood on top of one of the ceilings. John looked up and found nothing but a black void in place of the sky. ‘Boring way to save on the animating budget,’ he thought and instead searched for either enemies, a hint at the location of the Secret Room, or whatever that thing Gaia reportedly had prepared for him would be.
In the distance, he found a suspiciously ornate tower. Lines of gold were hamred into the black surface and at the base he spied sothing akin to a giant door. What exactly that tower held was impossible to say, but it certainly contained sothing.
“Let’s go there,” he said. The mont he set a foot on the bridge that would bring him to the next tower, an arrow flew in his direction. Having deactivated Mana Protection, it hit him in the foot, dealing 74 damage.
John clicked his tongue. Pain had beco so much less of a concern over the past toils. Calmly, he took a step back. Then, he pulled out the arrow to end the ticking damage it dealt. ‘Funny to think that an arrow to the foot alone could kill , if the damage is big enough,’ John considered. ‘Or would my foot just disintegrate under that kind of damage, before it could fully kill in one shot?’
The wound in his foot disappeared as he thought. The HP lost scarcely registered, thanks to the bump he had since reaching his Endurance goal. Speaking of that he was only mildly happy with the bonuses it got him. Sure, the massive amount of HP he now had was pretty good, but the synergistic bonus with Strength 25 was a asly 0,5% max HP per hour regeneration and with Agility 25 it was ‘Pain Tolerance 1’ which had helped him with the foot situation but generally was less useful. Whether he would raise Endurance again in the future was to be determined. For now, with how little ti he had left, he was investing all points into Wisdom. Boosting the Main Stat was the most important in the short term.
“Are you alright, Master?” Aclysia asked, always worried when sothing happened to him, “I should have taken the lead, I apologize.”
“It was my fault, don’t worry about it,” John said, as he used the bee to spy the tower ahead. ‘Okay, so there are stairs inside’ he ntally noted and followed these stairs to find a half-goat, demon archer.
As it was impaled with the cleaning purity of water, the imitator of Thana cried and hissed. The thing’s illusion fell apart, revealing a formless body of colour-shifting tar. It had grown fat off John’s, even so short-lived, misery.
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