[You have entered a Lvl 1 Category -2 dungeon, Danger level:YOU ARE COOKED,
Description:Pray to Mojang you don't choose this for your energy will not be enough
Enter Y/N]
The message popped up in front of me before i could enter the cave. The sudden message froze me in place, its ominous tone making my heart skip a beat. A Level 1 Category-2 dungeon with a danger level described as "YOU ARE COOKED" wasn't exactly reassuring. I knew that dungeons were dangerous places, filled with powerful mobs and traps, but this one seemed particularly deadly.
The description itself sent a shiver down my spine—"Pray to Mojang you don't choose this for your energy will not be enough." That was a clear warning, almost as if the dungeon itself was aware of my current condition. My earlier encounter with the aura-enhanced skeleton had drained me more than I wanted to admit. Entering this dungeon in my current state might be the last mistake I ever made.
But there was also a part of me that felt an irresistible pull—a curiosity mixed with the thrill of the unknown. What treasures or secrets could be hidden within a dungeon like this? What new abilities or power could I unlock if I managed to survive? The lure of the unknown was strong, but so was the fear of what might lie within.
I stared at the message, weighing my options. Going in could mean almost certain death, but it could also lead to incredible rewards. On the other hand, turning back would give me time to regroup, maybe gather more resources and prepare better for this challenge.
Taking a deep breath, I considered my gear. My diamond sword was sharp, and my armor sturdy, but would it be enough? The Blood Bow was powerful, but it drained my energy with each shot, and I wasn't sure how much more I could afford to lose. The wither techniques I had just gained were useful, but untested in a real fight.
As I stood there, the weight of the decision heavy on my shoulders, I knew that whatever I chose would have consequences.
"Y/N?" The message flashed again, urging me to make a choice.
I closed my eyes for a moment, thinking about my journey so far, the orb at the temple, the aura-enhanced mobs, and the strange mineral I had just discovered. I wasn't ready to turn back—not yet.
"Y," I whispered, and pressed the option to enter.
Immediately, the message faded, and the ground beneath me shifted. The air around me grew heavier, charged with a dark energy that seemed to press down on me from all sides. The entrance to the dungeon revealed itself—a dark, foreboding portal that seemed to absorb the light around it, pulling everything into its inky depths.
Steeling myself, I stepped forward and entered the portal. The world around me twisted and warped as I was transported into the heart of the dungeon.
The first thing that hit me was the oppressive atmosphere. The air was thick with a miasma of dark energy, making it hard to breathe. The walls of the dungeon were made of an unfamiliar black stone, veined with a glowing red substance that pulsed like a heartbeat. The only light came from the occasional flicker of these veins, casting eerie shadows that seemed to move on their own.
The ground was uneven, and I had to watch my step to avoid sharp, jagged rocks that jutted out at odd angles. The sound of dripping water echoed through the cavern, but it was tinged with something else—a low, guttural growl that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.
My senses were on high alert, every nerve in my body screaming that I was in over my head. But I was committed now, and there was no turning back.
Suddenly, I felt a shift in the air—a presence. I wasn't alone. From the shadows, figures began to emerge, their forms barely visible at first but growing clearer as they approached. They were unlike any mobs I had encountered before twisted, monstrous creatures with glowing red eyes and bodies that seemed to shift and blur as they moved.
[Shadow Skeleton-Warriors]. . The name flashed in my mind as if the dungeon itself was identifying them for me. These weren't ordinary skeletons; their forms were wreathed in shadows that seemed to distort reality around them. Their bones were darker, almost as if they had been charred, and the glowing red eyes locked onto me with a predatory hunger.
There were four of them, and they moved with a synchronized grace that was unnerving. I had to be smart, and fast. My earlier battle with the aura-enhanced skeleton was nothing compared to what I was about to face.
Without a second thought, I activated Wither Blade on my diamond sword, feeling the familiar surge of dark energy infuse the blade. I knew I had to conserve my energy, especially in this environment, but the withering effect was my best chance at cutting through these shadowy foes.
The first skeleton lunged at me with terrifying speed, a wickedly sharp scythe materializing in its bony hands. I barely had time to parry the strike, the force of the blow sending a shockwave up my arm. I retaliated with a swift slash, the withering aura trailing behind my sword like a shadow. The skeleton recoiled as the withering effect began to sap its strength, its red eyes flaring brighter in what I assumed was pain or rage.
But there was no time to savor the small victory. The other three skeletons closed in, attacking from all sides. I ducked under a swipe from one, narrowly avoiding the blade that would have surely cleaved me in two. Another came at me from behind, forcing me to spin and block its attack with my sword. My mind raced as I tried to keep track of all their movements, but they were too fast, too coordinated.
I couldn't afford to be on the defensive. Summoning my courage, I activated Wither Pulse, sending out a burst of withering energy that radiated from my body. The pulse hit the skeletons, and they staggered, their forms flickering as if struggling to maintain their solidity. This was my chance.
I focused on the nearest skeleton, slashing it repeatedly with my wither-infused sword. Each strike seemed to chip away at its dark form until, with a final blow, it crumbled into a pile of shadowy dust that quickly dispersed into the air.
Three more to go.
The remaining skeletons seemed to grow more aggressive, their movements becoming even more erratic and dangerous. One of them managed to land a blow on my shoulder, the scythe cutting through my armor and sending a shock of pain through my body. I gritted my teeth, refusing to give in to the pain, and countered with a vicious strike that sent the skeleton reeling.
My health was dropping faster than I anticipated. The Blood Bow pulsed at my side, a reminder of the powerful weapon that could turn the tide, but I knew the cost. Using it would drain more of my energy—energy I might not be able to afford in this fight.
But the situation was growing desperate.
I decided to take the risk. Quickly, I drew the Blood Bow and pulled back the string, feeling the familiar but draining pull on my life force. A crimson arrow materialized, glowing ominously in the dim light of the dungeon. I took aim at the closest skeleton, releasing the arrow with a sharp twang. The arrow shot through the air with unnatural speed, striking the skeleton dead center. There was a moment of stillness before the skeleton erupted into a cloud of dark energy, disintegrating on the spot.
But the drain hit me hard. My vision blurred for a moment, my legs almost giving out from under me. I was dangerously low on health and energy now, with two more of these relentless skeletons to deal with.
The remaining skeletons seemed to sense my weakened state. They advanced more cautiously, as if testing the limits of my endurance. I couldn't let them corner me. Summoning what little strength I had left, I activated Wither Shield. The protective aura enveloped me, its dark energy forming a barrier that absorbed some of the damage from their next attacks.
I took advantage of the brief reprieve to strike again, focusing on one skeleton. The shield held long enough for me to land several solid hits, my wither-infused sword chipping away at its dark form until it too collapsed into dust.
One left.
I was running on fumes now, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The last skeleton didn't seem phased by the loss of its comrades. It moved in closer, its scythe gleaming ominously in the flickering red light of the dungeon.
This was it—my last stand.
I tightened my grip on the diamond sword, channeling every last bit of energy into one final attack. The withering aura flared around the blade, darker and more intense than before. As the skeleton lunged at me, I dodged to the side and brought my sword down in a powerful arc, aiming for its head.
The strike was true. The withering aura spread through the skeleton's form, unraveling the shadows that held it together. It let out a piercing screech before disintegrating into nothingness.
I stood there, panting, surrounded by the remains of my enemies. The oppressive atmosphere of the dungeon seemed to lighten just a fraction, as if acknowledging my victory. But I wasn't out of danger yet.
The dungeon had more challenges in store for me—I could feel it in the air. But for now, I needed to recover, to catch my breath before moving forward.
Suddenly, a new message appeared before my eyes:
[You have defeated the First level of the dungeon. Rewards:Full Recovery,Escape Crystal and The ring of Ten shadows(1/10, Collect all rings to unlock set effects)]
A black ring with a small dove design appeared on my middle finger.