Finished with our plans for the dungeon report, it was time to hear about the spoils of war! Using illusions, I had Horus present all of their findings and harvested materials from the past day. The information provided was astronomical. Once his report was finished, I needed to separate everything between what the dungeon would need, and what we as adventures have earned.
"Okay everyone. You have all worked hard to not only grow as a team, but survive this ordeal. It is only right you take anything you want. So what would you all like? I will have it brought here."
Giving my party sometime to think, the first to answer was Anansi,
"Brotha, to be honest, I am in dire need of new weapons and armor. I noticed the Aura Avatar left behind from those mutants haven't dissipated like normal Aura Avatars. If possible, can you forge a weapon for me using them?" Anansi paused, then continued.
"After all this fighting, I am going to refrain from taking any missions to form my Avatar. A separate weapon with the same might will be a needed bonus."
Nodding my head, I turned to the others. Unlike Katya and Ivy would lived with me and were able to get anything they asked for, Cavilhaugh only wanted one thing.
"Knowledge! Give me any knowledge that will help further advance my summoning! Everything else can be bought or commissioned. "
I figured that's what he'd want after hearing I created an entire race. Anyway, with that decided, we all headed back to the center of the forest. There was a few things that needed to be taken care of before we depart from the dungeon.
One we returned, I went straight to the dungeon core and began configuring the new make-up of the dungeon. As a reward for slaying Midgardsormr, and completing the Dungeon Master trials, I seemed to have caused the dungeon to level up as if this were a game or something. With this in mind I got to work.
Using the remaining 5 biomes from the trial, I transported the biomes into the dungeon and created 5 additional floors below the dungeon core chamber. Due to My earlier efforts before the mutant wave, the only biome I didn't need to do anything with was the tropical forest formally my base and contained all of my servants. This biome was already the next floor below the 3rd floor, becoming the new 4th floor.
Using the stone house as a gateway, I created a direct path to the core chamber, and eliminated the previously existing floor. In its place I made a floor solely for storing all of the dungeon's resources and even created a minor core circuit for energy storage.
Finished with that, I established the other biomes thoroughly. And like all other floors, I assigned a floor guardian. Naturally, my Bloodlust avatar's appearance seen during the wave was the floor guardian for the 4th floor (I really need to stop repeating myself). Whereas, I select 5 other iterations of the Bloodlust Guardian to be the remaining 5 floor guardians.
Finished with my work, I returned to the 3rd floor's core area. Once there I summoned the children, the tribal, and the abyss elves all before me. Upon seeing the billions of lifeforms flood this area, Cavilhaugh began to grow nervous as if I had turned to the Darkside or something. Easing his nerves, I said to everyone present in elvish.
"Behold, the residents of this dungeon! This place shall be the center of our organization, which will influence the world in the time to come. Know this! Under no circumstances are you to kill one another or anyone I have deemed worthy to enter this place. Soon, the dungeon's energy will be purified. Do not leave your designated floor under any circumstance during the purification process. I will assign a representative from among you to live outside of the dungeon in time. That is all!"
Finishing my message to the dungeon residents, I created portals for those who live on the other floors to cross. Afterwards, I made my way to Elder Aliandorith who still sat cross-legged as he returned to his natural racial appearance. Surrounding him was dead bark, skin, leaves, hair, and filth expelled from his body as he assumed his true appearance. Not wanting to tamper with the changes, I made sure he was still alive and turned my attention to the abyssal elves and their lesser kin.
"I know you all desire to be restored into your true racial appearance. The time has not yet come. When the dungeon is completely rid of this toxic energy and an altar to the Elder Spirits and Creator are built, I will then begin the ritual to restore you to your true form. Until then, watch over your elder and wait like good children."
"We shall obey the Ancestral Dungeon Master!"
They all said in unison, kneeling down as they showed respect for me and my position within the dungeon. After all I went through, I didn't bother preventing them from kneeling since I am indeed a living ancestor and the dungeon master of this shelter. After finishing my conversation with the abyssal elves, I inquired of Dori,
"What do I need to do to convert the dungeon into an item I can wear? I want to move this place to a different location."
"Inquiry received, please wait… Notice, with your current authority, you may convert the dungeon into a wearable item. Please note, the item will require both the dungeon master's magoi and reserve energy within the dungeon core. To begin the sub-dimensional space conversion protocol, you must be outside of the dungeon. Would you7 like to create a direct exit?"
Listening to Dori's explanation of the process help greatly. Although I would need to use more than half of my magoi reserve for the conversion, this would only be a one-time issue. Once the object is formed, it will remain as my medium directly linking me to the dungeon core no matter the distance.
What bothered me though, was the dungeon core cost to maintain its sub-dimensional coordinates. Based on what Dori said, I have at most 2 weeks before the dungeon will forcefully manifest itself at a random place. This cannot be allowed. So I will need to make haste and head to the Ancestral Glade. No longer hesitating, I answered Dori.
"Yes!, open a portal leading outside."
-End of Chapter