"I want to go to the Round Table Hall."
Upon hearing what lina said, Uffie responded almost imdiately.
Compared to this sowhat intimidating na, he was more concerned about the next sentence.
The place where heroes gather!
Uffie still rembered the stories her father told her in childhood, like "The Knight King and the Twelve Little Dwarves." In those stories, the Knight King would always have the dwarves sit around a large round table during etings. Since then, she always bought round tables whenever possible.
And now, being able to witness the so-called hero-gathering Round Table Hall within the Sain Dungeon, how could she hesitate!
So without much thought, she imdiately said so.
"Then, let touch you."
lina extended her hand toward the adventurer once again.
"Thank you!"
Uffie took it with a sparkle in her eyes.
What followed was a familiar dizziness.
And this ti, the dizziness lasted particularly long, symbolizing that the Round Table Hall was indeed far from them.
Suddenly, the dizziness brought by teleportation abruptly vanished.
What reached their ears was no longer the storm’s outcry in Stoneveil, nor the swamp’s sticky squelch in Galide; only silence existed.
The air was filled with a rustic aroma, and the crackling of the burning fireplace was warm and comfortable, transferring the heat through the air, making contact with the body.
The whole body seed enveloped by an emotion nad "peace of mind," causing one to relax involuntarily.
This feeling was quite familiar, like the Fire Transmission Ceremony!
But, unlike the solitary echo of the Fire Transmission Ceremony, Uffie knew she was in the Round Table Hall, a place where heroes gather. Here, she might encounter more residual shadows, so loneliness wasn’t overwhelming.
She suddenly tried to open her eyes wide!
But failed to do so imdiately.
"Huh?"
She was stunned for a mont, pressing hard with her eyelids but still unable to open her eyes.
What’s going on?
Before she could dwell on it, even though her eyes were closed, brightness suddenly appeared in the dark world, unveiling a brand new spectacle.
The enormous blessing far exceeded anything seen before, almost filling the fra of her vision. The flickering golden light carried a brilliance not found in bonfires, perhaps seemingly extravagant to so.
This cluster of golden "mist" hovered above the round table, wispy strands of light descending ethereally, starfire-like fragnts constantly falling from the edges, extinguishing upon contact with the ground. These fragnts intertwined with the weapons in the center of the round table, revealing the passage of ti as if recounting untold stories of the past.
Even the hall housing the round table exuded a rich historical aura, as if at any mont, an ancient monster might leap forth.
If the Fire Transmission Ceremony felt like a quick resting place for heroes weary from their fire efforts,
then this Round Table Hall felt more like the base camp for hero gatherings, where people rested, but mostly exchanged information, sparred, and formulated plans.
A feeling akin to the Heroic Spirit Hall?
Just as Uffie was attentively observing the details, several phantom figures suddenly appeared.
The appearances of those phantoms were unmistakably human, heroes and warriors clad in armor, exuding a valiant spirit. Though the phantoms were blurry and their faces indistinct, their re forms inspired awe.
Countless phantoms, a hundred, a thousand, appeared before Uffie, each a testant to those who had once visited this place in history.
In this Round Table Hall, they ca and went, interacting with each other—so joining forces for a common goal, so clashing over differing ideals, so simply resting, and others...
In that brief mont, it felt like the entire history of the Round Table Hall unfolded before Uffie, an overwhelming sense of history washing over, leaving her breathless.
She had never seen a scene like this before, grinning in delight, feeling that each phantom seed to possess its own legendary tale, their destinies converging at the round table...
Her imagination was vivid, and an indescribable grandeur filled her chest.
A strong urge to share this mont with others arose!
But Sain Dungeon anticipated that thought, so this scene... is not to be recorded!
The scenes adventurers see when they first fall into the abyss could be recorded and shown to the outside world, serving as the dungeon’s promotional video to attract newcors.
But the ticulously crafted images following the Round Table Hall are "not to be recorded."
Want to see it? Co in yourself!
Hundreds and thousands of phantoms gradually faded away, leaving only a few, and their appearances gradually solidified as the perspective zood in on each, accompanied by changes in the background.
Uffie suddenly realized she recognized so of them.
Hundred Wisdom Sir sat behind a desk piled with books like mountains, his eyes revealing a wise glint beneath the shadow of his helt.
The Feces Eater was imprisoned in a pitch-black cage, muttering curses in a rough voice.
Roger sat on a terrace, his legs covered in fabric, his head drooping as if in deep slumber.
Yet, apart from these three, there were strangers to Uffie.
A man, face marked by cowardice, knelt before a woman’s corpse, with phantom flas blazing behind him. A twisted serpent ford amidst the flas, the flas vanished, and nurous Big Pots appeared suddenly.
A warrior clad in twin armor raised the Golden Law high, with a golden divine blade illuminating above the sword blade, appearing as the loyal defender of ancient law.
A clergy wearing shackles and a blindfold wandered arduously, seemingly chasing soone’s footsteps.
In a room within the Round Table Hall, a beautiful woman draped in black silk lay quietly, as if in a land of tenderness.
And in the very end, the doors of the Round Table Hall burst open. Before people could react, they saw behind the door crack, a pair of upright...
Uffie suddenly opened her eyes, and the scene ended there.
"..."
She blinked blankly.
"What did I just see?"
It seed like she had just seen sothing very strange, strange enough to rival what she saw in Yarn.
Was it two vertical fingers that appeared behind the suddenly open door?
No, it was a deford hand with two fingers standing upright like antennas!
...How strange.
The appearance of this bizarre thing instantly wiped away the emotions sparked by the heroic shadows earlier.
Uffie glanced around, finding herself sitting in front of the round table she had seen before in the Round Table Hall, the chair quite comfortable, though it felt a bit fragile, as if it would shatter at a touch.
The Great Blessing floated silently; the warm fireplace burned, and everything was just as it was before she opened her eyes.
The only difference was...
No one!
Not a single person!
She quickly stood up, first looking toward the room where the two fingers had appeared, the door tightly closed, seemingly unopenable.
She walked over and tried to push it. Indeed, it wouldn’t open. It was surely one of Sain Dungeon’s traditional skills.
"Could that thing still be inside?" Uffie felt an inexplicable worry; thinking about that thing’s existence within the Round Table Hall made her uncomfortable.
But when she tried to use her mind to probe the situation behind the door, an impenetrable obstacle appeared, preventing her from seeing inside.
"Tch."
Uffie curled her lips and simply gave up on that, instead focusing her attention elsewhere.
Everywhere she looked, the doors were tightly closed. She thought of the Hundred Wisdom Sir obviously sitting at the Great Blessing; could he also be behind those closed doors?
But without opening them, there’s no way to know the answer, damn it!
She returned to the round table where the Great Blessing was, this ti discovering an added function—it could be used to leave the Dungeon from here.
"So the way out is here..."
Before discovering the Great Blessing, if people wanted to leave, they had to wait for the Dungeon’s closing ti or die, eventually leaving naturally through repeated deaths.
"Isn’t this condition a bit too high?"
Uffie rembered that after defeating the On Demon, lina appeared to talk to her and brought her to the Round Table Hall. But what about adventurers who couldn’t defeat the On Demon? They couldn’t leave the Dungeon early and would be stuck waiting for the Dungeon to close, just like waiting to get off work every day?
The idea seed too bitter; she dared not imagine it.
"Where are the people? Where did they all go?"
Uffie was looking for Fanen and the others who had been teleported away earlier but couldn’t find any trace, so she first walked to the balcony and instinctively looked around.
She rembered in the previously seen images, Roger was asleep here, but now no one was there.
Beneath the balcony lay a rather large hall, presumably the ground floor, making the round table’s location the second floor.
The door beside the hall was still open.
As everyone knows, adventurers are drawn to light points and open doors, so she grabbed the railing of the balcony and jumped straight down.
But just as her body hung in the air, the sound of ironworking ca from the next room, accompanied by Fanen’s voice.
"Thank you for forging for us, Mr. Shigu."
"Hey, Fanen, what are you doing!"
Uffie shouted as soon as she landed.
Footsteps ca closer, and the three who had left earlier appeared at the edge of the balcony. Sure enough, it was Fanen, Isha, and Tepi.
"Where were you hiding?" Uffie asked speechlessly.
But Fanen and the others’ expressions turned serious, and they shouted at her:
"Not good, co up quickly, it’s dangerous there!"
"Huh?"
Danger?
Uffie looked around; there were no enemies, not even a living thing.
But since Fanen said it was dangerous, she’d better go up. So she headed towards the staircase leading back to the balcony from the doorway below.
As soon as she got there, a light mist suddenly surged up, blocking Uffie’s path.
"No way!"
Now she believed Fanen about the danger. How could the Fog Gate suddenly appear!?
For a mont, Uffie thought of the skeleton-filled graveyard beneath the Fire Transmission Ceremony, another dangerous spot in a presumably safe location.
The sa trick was being pulled again at the Round Table Hall?
[Invasion by ’Mad Tongue’ Alperich!!!]
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