Moros' fall to his death was rather silent if one ignored the entire pile of goblins, who he had dragged with him, screaming their lungs out.
In fact, Moros began to wonder just how long the fall actually was, since he had not even gotten a notification of the first goblins he had thrown down there being killed.
Were they all falling to the core of the planet?
He would get an answer sooner or later, one simply could not fall endlessly into a black hole, this was not how gravity worked. It just seemed odd to not have a conclusion just yet.
What else could happen, they all open a secret portal to a strange realm and are transported into it?
Moros shook his head, the idea was laughable…stuff like that would only happen in those fictional stories, where the protagonist would somehow be transported by something and then land face-first in a woman taking a bath.
With some rather pronounced fat tissue at the chest area softly cushioning their fall.
After a quick reflection, it was easy to confirm for the descendant of the Terra family, he was not that kind of guy. It was more his brother who raided the secret dungeons of all female descendants around, diving headfirst into their caves, grabbing every (treasure) chest near him.
[Entering the secret dungeon: Old goblin ruins]
"Huh?"
With a heavy thud, Moros landed with his back on a stone covered in moss. A pained breath escaped his lungs from the impact.
Yet, there was no time to react as a goblin launched an attack at him, ready to stick its knife into his throat. On sheer reflex alone Moros pushed it away with his right hand.
Without thinking Moros dislodged one knife, still stuck in his abdomen and slashed its upper thigh before pushing it to the side, by twisting his hips. Standing up quickly, he scanned the location to see 3 other goblins pushing in on his position.
A quick breath, first attack launched at the dazed goblin, trying to stand up, a punch to its face, a knife to its throat, a slash to the side─Death.
Goblin second aimed at the heart, attack intercepted with the arm, its knife entering the upper arm. Punch was thrown to the throat, goblin 2 was dazed and short on breath.
Goblin 3 aimed high, attacked ducked under, using the movement, Moros pushed the knife through its right foot, pinning it to the floor.
Moros attempted to sidestep Goblin number 4, attempt failed, its weapon was stuck on his right leg's thigh. A groan escaped the young man.
Moros' uninjured arm shot forward, grabbing it by the throat, with a step behind it, he pushed it forwards and using his entire bodyweight, slammed its head onto the stone floor.
A sick crunching sound echoed through the scenery as the goblin was left convulsing and spasming on the floor due to the brain damage it had just received.
Goblin 3, still screaming with a knife in its foot, did not attack Moros. Goblin 2 in a daze, stumbled forwards, towards Moros, who removed the knife from his shoulder.
In response, the arm dangled uselessly at his side.
Yet, the knife was thrust into its neck, hitting the artery. It gasped, its breath was held, the knife was twisted and removed…a fountain of blood spread out, its body collapsed.
Goblin 2 met its end with the knife entering its throat, causing it to slump back, as life left its body.
Yet, Moros could not take his knife back as more and more goblins landed in this secret realm. Adrenaline shot through his body and his mind raced trying to figure out what to do next.
He saw a wide room, with 4 open doors─representing north, east,west and south. It was sparsely illuminated, by a magical crystal contraption at the ceiling of the room.
Murals were embedded in the wall, atop it a drawings of goblins wandering and praying to a hulking figure, a goblin standing 4 times the size of a normal, common goblin.
Moros' eyes darted faster, unsure where to go. Each door had symbols atop of them, ranging from 1 skull to 4 skulls.
Without having time to think he carried his injured body to the south exit, where 2 skulls greeted him.
The goblins that landed after him seemed confused, they stood unaware of the human slipping away under their nose.
Moros threw himself through the door, scanning the next room to get away from the goblins that would soon give chase. It would not be feasible for him to defend against 50 more given the state of his body.
Quick breaths provided a brain with the necessary oxygen as it saw the same room again. 4 doors, with skulls atop of them greeted him.
Not having the energy to think, he entered the door with 2 skulls yet again, this time it was the north entrance, which he passed through.
The next room greeted him again, offering the same kind of conditions as in the last one before.
Moros was confused, trying to grasp the rules of this place. Yet, he had no time to think since he felt the breathing of goblins on his back. Soon, they would catch up to him.
He had to make a decision yet again and he followed through with his plan of only entering the doors with 2 skulls atop of them.
This time he had to go through the north door again.
His right arm was still pulsating madly, made useless by the goblin attack, which had struck a nerve.
He did not dare take a look at the injury, he did not have the time to do so. Moros simply kept on breathing as fast as he could, desperately trying to push through the pain and move forward.
Moros needed to throw these goblins off of his tails or else he would be toast.
The next room was different, the skulls were gone. A silence ruled over this room, yet the stench of death clung to this room. Countless goblin skeletons laid strewn around in this room.
Moros could feel the danger emanating from this room, yet he had no choice but to face whatever awaited him here. Whether he died here or died from the goblins catching up the outcome would not differ.
He stepped forward, his body weight activating a pressure plate.
A volley of arrows shot out, hitting Moros straight in the back. Pained breaths escaped his mouth. It definitely hurt much worse the second time it happened to him.
Yet, he moved forward to the east…the only door he had not yet taken.
Moros did not know why he went that way. It was a mere hunch, a gut feeling that this way was the only course of action to take if he wanted to live. It was a gamble with his life on the line and every step taken felt heavier and heavier.
The impending sense of doom with one small step hanging heavy on his psyche.
He pushed on, he took bated breaths. Pain assaulted his senses, his consciousness was on the verge of slipping. He needed to stay awake, danger was still all around.
Pushing his worn-out body forward, he felt his right foot sinking into the floor yet again.
This time spiked wooden spears emerged from the floor piercing both of his feet and legs instantaneously.
Moros howled in pain, he was nearly driven to madness by the sheer agony caused by the trap inside of this dungeon. Yet, he persisted and pushed on…he did not know why, he simply just moved forward to the perceived safety of a new room.
Another step was taken with only 5 left, this time he heard no clicking, his heart beating faster and faster, the mind's sole focus on passing the door before him.
4 steps were left, the left moved forward, barely scraping over the floor, as his whole body was wobbly and unsteady. No click, he was safe.
He risked it all and pushed his right foot forward, the pain unbearable, as his lungs burned from the effort alone. The weight on the legs grew heavier by the seconds, as the body screamed at Moros to give up.
No click, 3 steps were left, until he would have reached the new room and safety.
It had to be safe, he did not know it, he could never have known it. But he had to believe it, to make his body move forward.
2 Steps no clacks, Moros did not feel his legs anymore. They were stuck, glued to the ground. Screaming at his legs to move, Moros begged for his legs to listen to him.
Yet, his body refused to listen to him. He simply stood there 2 steps away from safety.
His consciousness slipped…
Stabbing his own leg, yet again he stopped himself from falling asleep. Another wave of adrenaline spread. The next step was taken, Moros did not know how he had done so.
No click
Only 1 step left
Moros, left by all strength, fell forward, the left leg barely catching his fall…zero steps left.
A click.