"Maybe we shouldn't have rushed to get in here." Jerry realised while looking at the outline of a skeleton becoming more and more visible.
"Nah it's okay, it's an Easy dungeon after all." Quast reassessed.
"Oh and why are you here with me too? You aren't strong enough." confused said Jerry.
"Cuz you need me to complete the dungeon." as if it was obvious Quast shrugged.
The skeleton was now examining Jerry carefully, with its seemingly empty eyes looking alerted. The skeleton of a human held a sword in its bony grasp, anticipating a moment for when to attack.
With some unkown sounds, suspected to be a language it called and more footsteps could be heard in the quiet dungeon.
Jerry didn't know if it was hostile or not, but it had to be, nonetheless he decided to wait for it to attack first so he wouldn't feel as bad when it was defeated.
The upcoming enemies seemed to not be noticing or even paying attention in the slightest to Quast who was just standing near Jerry, and he was fully aware that they weren't going to attack him.
As expected, the now multiple skeletons that were gathered there started all rushing to attack Jerry.
With their swords clutched in their skeletal fingers they were nearing the target, their numbers reaching 5 and some extra in the back from what Quast could see.
"You guys tried to attack me first." Jerry said as he was reading himself in accordance to the movements of his enemies. He evaded the futile swings of the skeletons as Slash was readied, and with one wide swing he got 2 skeletons down, they dematerialized, returning as energy to the dungeon.
A notification sounded in Jerry's mind, he had killed 2 skeletons for 50 Experience each.
When he realised that he got Experience for defeating the foes he smiled.
Time in the outside world wasn't moving in accordance with the dungeon's, even though they had now spent over 3 minutes in Athrad's dungeon not even a milisecond had passed on Earth.
Jerry had now single-handedly defeated 5 more skeletons without even breaking as much as sweat.
Both of them decided to walk ahead and take the left turn, with them turning around there was now another dungeon hallway on their left side again, they decided to go in but there was nothing except a dead end there, so they backtracked to where they originally were and continued forwards, no enemies to be seen anywhere. A little bit forwards there were now 2 entrances on their right and left, the left one was a smaller wooden gate engraved with discolored iron, the iron had rusted thousands of years ago, the gate was taller than Jerry. On the right was a much bigger wooden gate laid out with the most beautiful golden patterns of angels and other religious figures, the wood also seemed antiquitous and expensive. Neither Quast nor Jerry had seen such beautiful carving of metal.
"How much do you want to bet that the boss is behind that golden gate?" Quast asked.
"I don't want to bet anything" Jerry stared at the beautiful design for a few more seconds when he turned towards Quast and said "Wait, if the boss is behind there, then what is behind the iron one?" now all attention was turned towards the smaller gate.
"A mini-boss?" Quast hypothesized, even though he already knew the answer.
After a little bit of discussing they both agreed to go through the iron one first, the smell of rusted iron and moisture was all that could be felt and smelled.
With a creak and some strength Jerry managed to push the door open, the first thing he saw was a silhouette and then how almost the entire room had been filled with atleast a finger's depth of water, the water emptied out of the room when Jerry had opened the door and his and Quast's shoes were wet.
The figure seemed to be of a man, and it could be seen that he was wearing armor, Jerry squinted to see better when all of the lanterns in the room guarded by the iron gate started producing faint light, all features of the figure were now visible.
It was a man with a beard and natural orange hair that was cut short wearing full iron armor with chainmail covering the stomach area, he seemed to be sitting on the ground with his eyes closed.
Sitting with a contracted leg with the foot firmly on the ground, his hand on the knee of the leg, while the other leg was on the ground, half-crossed with the sole making contact with the other foot.
He was propping himself with his other arm on the ground and in the clutch of his hand an ordinary looking sword found its place.
He opened his eyes little by little and looked at Jerry.
"Who are you?" the mysterious man asked.
Before anyone had the time to even answer his eyes turned wide and the fully-armored man shouted "You're not my king!" almost like he hadn't stood up in several hundreds of years he slowly made his way up.
Jerry didn't know what to do, there was no denying it this time there was a person, or what was once a person infront of him.
"What is your name?" the man now fully stood up with a sword in hand demanded an answer.
"Jerry Dankworth." before he even knew what he was doing an answer was given.
"I see, my name is Arthur Adewin and I am a proud knight of King Athrad's!" Jerry knew that this dungeon was a grave for a king because Quast had told him, a knight was to be anticipated if a king was involved. "Sadly I will now have to try and kill you, if I win, I will remember your name as a warrior depending on how you fight . Come at me with all you've got." Arthur wasn't arrogant.
Arthur always tried to fight stronger and stronger opponents when he was alive, but he was too strong and always won. He was also even stronger now with the dungeon amplifing his strength.
"I'm in your care!" Jerry shouted with a smile on his face, he knew he couldn't get out without fighting.
Jerry dashed with his sword in hand and Arthur moved smoothly correspondingly, almost as if he hadn't been in the same position for thousands of years.
Their swords clashed and a ringing sound spread throughout the whole room.
Drops of water fell from the stone roof as their swords clashed in a beautiful manner, Jerry himself was surprised at his wielding of the sword.