"It seems like this one has to be the weakest. Skeletons who's weaknesses are magic, one in contact with a magical spell their armor cuts through like butter." He says, trying to keep himself from passing out.
His chest raises and drops rapidly, the edges of his vision turning dark, but he forces himself not to pass out or study the pain which, with overloading his mind with information.
"I'm sorry, I can't heal you." Cinder flies around him worriedly. "It seems that you've exhausted your magic and your core is acting up." Acknowledges, while using his x-ray vision to examine him.
"Cracked core." A boy's voice comes to the both of them and they turn to the side to see the same boy he saved and left a sword for standing there. His blood red eyes glances over Legion's condition.
"Hybrid," Legion mutters under his breath, barely clinging to consciousness. "Humans born of a monster and a human... you're part human, part vampire. Those blood-red eyes… they're a mark of your lineage." He pauses, his voice strained but steady. "Your monarch… is the Monarch of Sacrifice."
The boy's eyes narrow, and for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable crosses his face. But he simply nods, acknowledging Legion's insight. "That's right." The boy kneels down, moving closer to Legion. But before he can reach him, Cinder materializes protectively in front of Legion, his gaze fierce.
"Don't worry," the boy says, hands raised in reassurance. "This is just a thanks for helping me."
Cinder hesitates, his eyes darting to Legion's wound and then back to the boy. After a moment, he reluctantly steps aside, allowing the boy to proceed.
The boy holds out his palm, revealing an open wound. From it, a small, glistening blood sword materializes, hovering in the air for a moment before embedding itself into Legion's wound. But instead of causing further pain, the blood sword pulses with warmth, knitting Legion's torn flesh back together and sealing his injury completely.
Legion feels the pain ebb away, replaced by a strange sensation of vitality.
[Hp: 27/]
[Hp: 39/50]
[Hp: 50/50]
Though that isn't the only thing that was hurting him, it made him feel better. "You should probably meditate, it can make things better." Cinder suggested. "I'll place a barrier, so nobody won't hurt you."
"Ok.." He closes his eyes.
"A dragon huh?" The vampire boy with blood red hair and hair, looks at him intensely. "I've only heard about one, and that is the monarch, I've never seen one in real life."
"Yeah." He backs away.
"And a talking one at that." He steps closer, and Cinder is already ready to blast him away, but Legion puts his weapon in between them as he gets back up though with some struggle.
"May you please step away from my dragon." He urges, ever so politely, but his eyes say something different.
"Alright." He steps back waving his hands in the air, dismissively. "I'm Kyree." He puts out his hands.
"Legion." He grabs onto his hand shaking it, before looking around to see people worse than him groaning in pain, or just simply waiting for the next step since they couldn't receive a countdown like, since they didn't have the system.
My chest still hurts so that means I won't be able to use my ability wildly again like last time, so hopefully the next monster horde doesn't have a magic weakness.
[Next wave!]
[Door is opened]
Door? There is no door.
Moving away from the boy without another word, Legion walks down the dimly lit hall, where torches cast flickering light over the fallen monsters and human challengers scattered along the path. Venturing deeper, he finally spots it: a large wooden door with a golden ring handle.
"How did you know?" asks Kyree, who had been trailing him silently, only now revealing his presence.
"Instinct," he lies, masking his unease.
I don't have time to wait here. It's now or never.
Without hesitation, he steps up to the door, gripping the handle just as the rest of the people arrives. With a decisive pull, the door swings open—and instantly, everyone is sucked into the room.
As Legion and the others are sucked into the room, they stumble forward into a vast, darkened chamber, much like an ancient temple, illuminated by faint, eerie lights. The cracked stone floor stretches out before them, marked by bloodstains and mystical symbols carved deep into the stone. At the center of the room lies a massive, circular altar, and above it hovers a glowing, red orb emitting an ominous aura.
On either side of the room, wide staircases lead to shadowy platforms, adding height to the chamber. The walls are lined with twisted, ornate carvings and stone pillars, with some crumbling, as if unable to bear the weight of the ages. Broken and defaced statues stand like guardians along the perimeter, watching over the challengers with empty, hollow eyes.
Cinder mutters softly within Legions ear range "This place… it reeks of death."
I know.
[Task: Filled that red orb with spirits of the skeleton you kill and you will advance to the final wave/section]
Skeletons again, this time I have no clue what their weakness is though, it can be anything.
"Cinder, you're for protection and back up." He says to him and Cinder nods obediently.
"Got it." lands his shoulders.
"Oh and here." Kyree throws a blood sword at Legion and he catches it. "Another little gift."
"Thank you -"
One by one, the skeletons emerge, each dragging itself forward with an eerie clatter. Unlike the last group, these skeletal warriors wear sparse, broken armor, leaving more of their brittle bones exposed. Their weapons are simple—rusted blades in one hand, with cracked, worn shields strapped to the other.
"I can take them!" A boy dashes forth, his sword trailing behind, as he embues his sword with fire. "I need this! I need to become more powerful!"
The hunger to become powerful in this world overpowers all. To rush into a battle without knowing the stakes, you're basically running head first into death.
Slashing at one of them, they block it with their shield, jerks him back and slashes downwards on his stomach, though it isn't slow as most would expect it, it's fast and deliberate, stunning everyone in the porcesses.