It was much harder than I thought to open a door. I had plenty of time though I guess. Everyone thought I was dead. Probably nobody cared, except perhaps my sister. Nah, she'd most likely yell at the pile of whatever was left, "What did I tell you about dangerous things!?"
I supposed they were right, I was dead. But I had magic. I was also sexless though. But I could see much better, even in the darkest corners of the room. I had fucking fangs and pointy ears. Add a tail and I'd be Satan. But I had magic...damn. I looked like a drug runner rather than a normal one.
I sighed, summoned up the fire again, blasted the door, and exchanged it for water. Nope. Water wasn't my thing apparently. The world had decided to bless me with Conditions. I thought only Dungeons gave Adventurers Conditions while inside.
Was this a Dungeon?
Guess this one prevented the use of anything with Aquatic Affinity. I half-heartedly blasted the door again. It glowed for a fraction, dyed out, shook, and resumed mocking me by still existing. I imagined the door being my sister.
I think my power must've doubled then, that or the door was worn down from previous blows, because I finally eradicated that hunk of shitty iron. My power definitely doubled...let me have it.
I shot through the door without thought to what was behind it, and ran straight into a Skeleton. Haha, whoops!
Hands up in a placating gesture I slowly backed away. That's what I was supposed to do, right? The Skeleton turned, bow clanking over the bones in its back, and looked at me. I seemed to have avoided detection...somehow. The Skeleton just stood tall, looking at me.
I scratched the back of my neck, straightened, brushed the bone residue from my tattered shirt, and spoke.
"Sorry man, totally wasn't expecting you to be here. You get it, right?" It continued to stare, not attacking, or doing anything.
"Uh, okay. Guess we're good then?" I saluted my new stoic quiet friend, the kind I'd always wanted, and got out of there.
"See you to-marrow!" Once the Skeleton disappeared from view, I sighed in relief. Why was a Skeleton here? Weren't Spawns supposed to stay in the Dungeons...oh, right.
I was an idiot sometimes. But why didn't it attack me?
That's it! All the Dungeons in Owari were Undead Dungeons, and I wasn't alive anymore. Maybe that was why the Spawns didn't hate me? I was basically one of them...
I face-palmed. I was one of them! I was a fucking Spawn! I wasn't a Skeleton though, and if I'd spawned on a Floor with Skeletons, then I should be. I still had no idea what the heck I was then, wonderful!
Ugh, un-life was too confusing.
I went back around to where my Skeleton buddy was.
"Hey! Do you know where the exit is, or, I don't know, maybe even a Neutral Floor?" The Skeleton stopped to stare at me again. Maybe it was just as confused as I was. It didn't say anything.
"Ok, thanks anyway!" I went back into the maze, dragging my hand along the wall and wishing I at least had some real clothes. I walked on and on, trailing my fingers to leave marks in the lichen, and all I found was nothing and more nothing.
I was beginning to think I'd have to eat bone marrow and wear moss-clothes for the rest of my un-life, when a resounding bell broke the silence. The Skeleton Spawns geared up and dispersed throughout the Floor. I sighed in relief.
The Adventurers were here.
Freedom was at the tip of my fingers. I headed for the sound of that bell. Then I screeched to a stop. I'd almost forgotten. I was dead now, I was a Spawn. No way would those Adventurers listen to me if they thought I was just another random Spawn.
I needed some Loot right about now. Throw on a hood and some glasses, and I'd be practically Human again. I had to find the Loot though. I started to wish I'd listened more when my sister talked about her Adventuring stuff. Maybe then I'd know what to do when turned into a Spawn.
I did know how to do one thing though: run.
I flew as fast as my feet would carry me, down halls I hadn't been, keeping an eye out for Adventurers and Loot. I'd prefer to find one before the other.
Spotting a suspicious aclove, I darted into it and searched. I had to refrain from laughing madly out loud when my hand found a loose stone. I pulled it, and got thrown into the ground.
Spitting slimy Dungeon floor goo from my mouth, I was glad I couldn't taste. I pushed myself up and gasped excitably. I felt like a little kid, staring at the Chest on the floor with big, adoring eyes. I wasted another second to bask in the glory of being the first Spawn to Loot a Dungeon, and popped it open.
Maybe Spawns were like the Patrons of the Dungeon and had the best Looting Skill, because my luck was off the charts for a random Starting-Floor Chest.
I got Light Armor, good for stealth. It was black leather with straps and hooks on the inside to hide Daggers or Loot. It had a clean, crisp look with the hood I'd prayed for.
My Weapon pull was a Short-Bladed Dagger: good for Slash Damage and Combo Attacks. While my Item pull was a Quiver of Wooden Arrows, which I could probably sell for about ten Coppers.
The best part was, and this is what convinced me Spawns were favorited, was that I got an Accessory. There was a one in a thousand chance of getting an Accessory from a Starting-Floor Chest. It was a simple Bronze Ring, but still...that had to be more than luck.
I put everything on, and pulled up my hood, closing the Chest, and turning. I went back into the Dungeon hall and startled when a shocked voice sounded from behind me.
„Who are you?"