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Chapter 167

I was eyeing her, trying to figure out how to tell her I needed to place her back in my space, when Raelia finally asked, “Do you want my legacy blade back? You know, to ensure I don’t stab you in the back?” Her tone was conversational, and I didn’t know if she was joking or serious.

“What?” It took me a second to remember she called her runic dagger a legacy blade. “No, you can keep it. What is a legacy blade?”

She drew it and fingered the script, “My family surname is Glavien. When my ancestors lived in Esenhem, our family was part of the military class. Everyone in the family participated as either a soldier or administrator in one of the corps. When the Esenhem Consul signed a peace treaty with the Telhians, the Glaviens migrated to the Bartiradian Empire to continue fighting the Telhian Empire. My grandfather firmly believed the Telhian Empire needed to be stopped.”

She eyed me accusingly in my red legion armor. I had no response and doubted that agreeing with her would change her opinion of me. She sheathed her dagger, “It is tradition for us to carry legacy blades into battle, so if you fall, your body can be identified.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. If there is only one blade, what of your siblings? Do you have any? Do they have a legacy blade, too?” I asked, showing genuine interest.

Raelia let a small smile escape, “Yes. I have an older and younger brother who are still living. My older brother is General Clalyn Glavien. My younger brother has not yet chosen his path. The legacy blades go to the eldest on the matriarchal and patriarchal side. My mother gave me this legacy blade, which she carried with her into battle. Clalyn has one given to him by our father. My youngest brother will carry a newly forged blade with our father’s name and his when he begins his service. The parent is always on the blade, so they know who to give it to.”

I remembered the General had been searching frantically for Raelia in Macha. He dismissed common military sense in his quest to find his sister. I shifted on my stone seat as Maveith ripped a long fart in his sleep, and I took it as a sign to go and sit next to Raelia.

She didn’t tense as I sat next to her. I wasn’t sure if I should ask the question, reminding her of the past, but I did, “How did you become a griffin rider?”

She tensed, the tendon on her neck showing for a moment as she clenched her teeth, before relaxing. I thought I had made a mistake, but she relaxed. “I am small among my people. At first, I wanted to be a ranger and a scout for the army. As I was training, I saw the griffin riders in action and became enamored with the idea of taking to the skies.”

“What is flying like?” Mavieth’s deep voice cut into our conversation. I hadn’t even realized he was awake.

Raelia genuinely smiled for the first time since I knew her. Her teeth were stained from the berries, but that didn’t take away from her youthful appearance. Her stern face relaxed with two small dimples appearing on her cheeks, “It is freedom, power, and ecstasy all rolled into one.” Maveith sat up as he was clearly interested in the topic.

He asked eagerly, “How did you tame your griffin? Was it hard?”

Raelia laughed, “Maveith, I was allowed to become a Rider because of my size. You are too large to mount a griffin. It would never get off the ground.”

“Maveith, don’t listen to her. If you want to ride a griffin, I will help you find one big enough for you.” Raelia looked at me skeptically, and I couldn’t hold my laughter at my joke. She soon joined in the laughter.

“If there was a griffin large enough for you, I would be petrified of it,” Raelia said as the laughter died. “Maveith, we raise the griffins from the hatching. It is important to feed them and spend hours with them as they grow to maturity over the course of a year. It is another year after that before they can take a rider. You build loyalty to each other, and they are your best friend…” she trailed off, struggling to get the words out.

“I am sorry about your griffin. Moonclaw, was it?” I thought I sounded conciliatory, but Raelia clenched her fist, and her forearms flexed.

Tears pooled in her blue-green eyes and rolled down her cheeks. “It was my fault. I flew too low over the city. I put us in range of your mages.” I didn’t say anything, and Maveith remained quiet. We let her cry for a bit before she talked again, “I realized I did it again when we fought the dire boars. I didn’t follow orders and it risked getting Maveith killed.” A long pause before she added, “You, too.” She hid a small smirk at withholding my name at first.

It felt like a good time to break the bad news. “Raelia, we are headed back to the first floor. There are legionnaires up there who cannot see you with us.” She tensed, her hand reflexively covering the handle of her runic dagger. She slowly relaxed.

“When the time comes, you should be holding both of your weapons.” Both Raelia and Maveith looked at me questioningly. I explained, “If I am killed, everything in my dimensional space will materialize. Whatever—or whoever killed me will probably not be friendly.” It was sobering saying it. A heavy silence fell among us.

“Is there anything I should be aware of in such a scenario? Will I be buried under potatoes? Or will ten other women appear with me as well?” Raelia said jokingly.

“Give me a minute. Sometimes I forget what is in there myself,” I said, pretending to focus straight ahead. “Let me see, one mostly dead ogre, a horse, and just two other elf maidens, not ten. But you probably don’t know them, as I added them before I met you.”

Maveith’s eyes bugged a little, and Raelia’s jaw fell open, unable to speak. Did they really think I was telling the truth? Maveith seemed the most perplexed, “Do you have Ginger in there?” Raelia’s eyes shot to Maveith and then me. Maveith thankfully explained, “Ginger is Eryk’s horse, not an elf maiden.”

Although it was funny, I stopped the speculation, sounding exasperated, “No. I was joking. I don’t have an ogre, a horse, or any more elves. I have camping equipment, all the food we have harvested, some weapons, and a few things I picked up here and there.” I sighed as they now both looked skeptical. “Let’s head up the stairs. Raelia, stay behind us until I confirm no one from the company is in the earth drake chamber.

We climbed the stairs, and Maveith walked straight in on seeing the dead drake. “You already killed it?” He said excitedly. He walked around it, inspecting it and testing the scaled hide. I motioned Raelia forward as there were no legionnaires here.

Raelia was also impressed, “That is the largest earth drake I have ever seen.” She didn’t want to get close and kicked the stone shards from the destroyed reward chest in the center of the room. She was probably wondering what was in it.

Maveith stood grumbling to himself. I think he was about to educate me on what I should have done. “The scales are useful in making shields. The claws and teeth can be made into useful tools as they are much harder than normal bone. The flesh is too dense and would need a long cooking time to break down the tissue. I say we just harvest the teeth and claws to sell.”

“It has been just over half a day since I killed it, so you have an hour,” I informed Maveith.

“Where is the other exit?” Raelia asked, looking up from the stone shards. “You said there were two exits?” I pointed at the green slime wall. She walked to it perplexed. Maveith had out his runic knife, so I joined Raelia. She reached out and touched the slime with her finger and sniffed it.

“Is that safe?” I asked, standing next to her.

She looked at me, “It is green mold. Goblins use it as a food source because it grows quickly. If it was dangerous, my finger would have burned. It is the only thing in here the drake could have eaten.” I didn’t tell her that was also my conclusion. I would let her think she was smarter than me.

She hadn’t found the hidden door yet, as it was ten feet to her right. I drew my black blade and walked to the smoother part of the wall. I cut the slime like a curtain to show the dark passage beyond. I made to hand her a glow stone.

She dismissed it with a wave. “I don’t need that. I can see just fine in low light.” She made to step into the corridor, and I grabbed her shoulder.

“Wait till Maveith finishes playing with the drake.” Raelia nodded but watched, fascinated, as the green slime once again hid the entrance.

“That is different.” She took her own runic dagger to cut away the slime again and watched it reform over the passage entry.

I walked to Maveith, who had cut away the lips of the drake to get easy access to the gums as he sought to pry the fangs out. Even with the runic knife, he was struggling. “I think I can get the fangs in the allotted hour, Eryk. If you want the claws, you will need to help.”

“It is all you, Maveith.” I thought about scouting the harpy room, but I might get spotted if the others were in there or watching it.

Maveith got twelve ten-inch long fangs from the mouth of the drake. He was grinning as he stuffed them into his bag. He was a mess of blood from his work but was happy about his harvest. “If I can find a master crafter, these will make exceptional cooking tools.” I just nodded in affirmation.

Raelia was already cutting away the slime, eager to explore the dark passage. I handed Maveith one of my four glowstones, and we entered. The slime slowly formed its curtain behind, making this path feel more ominous than others. It was the first part of any dungeon I had entered that lacked a light source. However, there was that magical dark room near the shapeshifter room.

We walked about fifty before Raelia spoke, “This could be a new dungeon room that the dungeon has not finished yet. Dungeons feed off the ley lines and grow like the roots of a plant.”

Maveith questioned her assumption, “Wouldn’t that mean it grows downward?”

“Not always.” She clicked her tongue. “I am not knowledgeable about dungeons, but they grew in all directions.” She stopped walking, and we all stopped with her. “I hear running water,” Raelia said.

We proceeded to walk further, and the walls seemed different somehow. I couldn’t place it as we walked further. The corridor opened to a rocky balcony overlooking a massive chasm. Water cascaded on the far side, but our glowstones were not strong enough to show us the other side. Maveith was the first to realize it, “We are not in the dungeon any longer.” There was no doubt or surprise from me or Raelia as we felt it, too. It was like we were no longer being watched.

“Where are we?” I asked as I felt heat waves rising from the deep chasm, and I was starting to sweat.

Maveith said in awe in his voice, “The Endless Dark.”

 

 

 

Comments

Silver Beard

So why is the dead drake still there after 8-10 hours when the bear was reabsorbed in one on the third layer?

alwaysrollsaone

good point. i will either edit or have the MC be surprised on seeing the drake still there. the dungeon is currently very busy

Silver Beard

A little disappointed Eryk didn't even try to help Mavieth. How much Aether would it have cost him to make a box of the Drakes teeth? Claws? Now that it's dead?? Less than a second...

alwaysrollsaone

Maveith would still have had to free them from the jaw. But it is a good point that he could make blades from the bone with his space

Owen Omoregie

I’m surprised he didn’t go with the displacement essences first