>>5967304>>5967633>>5967865You had ignored her last pleas as Pilphanè would plunge her wicked knife into her bare chest. Everything under her fragile exterior was black... her blood and flesh even her bones as well.
It was a gruesome process to say the least. The soul weaver had no problem carving up a seemingly harmless girl so she could rip her heart out before stuffing in her victim’s mouth. Meanwhile, the ordinary looking wooden puppet began to twitch, its form was beginning to morph into a miniature version of the dead girl.
<span class="mu-s"> Upgrade! </span>
Talent 2 ( The Fetid box of Thl'ek'aa+1 , x1 Use Talent per floor, +0 DP) : Ejects the other party out of the battle until all the puppets of Thl'ek'aa (PoT) are destroyed. A random number of 1-5 PoT will be summoned. Current PoT are:
-Ogrum, the Vacuous ( +10 DP)
-Shosaha, the Brave (+20 DP)
<span class="mu-s"> -Forfifon, the Lost (+20 DP , Kills 1 random summons/reinforcement) </span>
-Feritrii, the Nimble (+30 DP)
-Dekmeon, the Stewart (+40 DP)
-Old Yuvka, the Master (+50 DP)
"Thank you, puppet. Shall we continue?" The master puppeteer had casually walked away while being mired by black blood.
"A moment, Ancea." Weomyr had pointed at the source of the golden white feather. They were trailing off from... a wall? Ah, this was an <span class="mu-s"> illusory one </span>.
"Good eye, how do we dispel it?" The Corvid knight had answered your question by slashing through the illusion. It was that easy, huh?
The hidden path had led you to a small dinky chamber which had what you were looking for...
<span class="mu-s"> The white book and the girl. </span>
"I-is this who you w-were looking fo...r?" Pilphanè had actually fainted on the spot. Weomyr had also collapsed on the floor. This was the white book's doing and yet you didn't feel threatened by it.
<span class="mu-s"> <span class="mu-i"> "My sweet Ancea..." </span> </span> The floating book was speaking to you in a soothing tone.
"M-master?" It was her voice without a shadow of doubt.
<span class="mu-s"> <span class="mu-i"> " No, only a small fragment of her. It had been so, so long. I fear that she might have already died." </span> </span>
"Master can cheat death. She is resourceful." You refused to believe the words of the book.
<span class="mu-s"> <span class="mu-i"> "What matters now is the safety of Eres, she who is the vessel for the Novus seed, the seed of divinity. She must reach the lowest level of this accursed Spire to become a God... to end the tyranny of the Six... to reclaim the ancient powers stolen by vagrant usurpers." </span> </span> The book had briefly glanced over the sleeping child protected by a white barrier <span class="mu-s"> <span class="mu-i"> " Can you do this for me, My sweet Ancea?" </span> </span>
"Yes, Master." You nodded.
<span class="mu-s"> <span class="mu-i"> " Ahh, obedient as ever. Please, <span class="mu-b"> Always keep her close to you and Trust no one. The immense power of the Novus seed might tempt the closest of allies. Her death was usher a dark age upon us all. </span> " </span> </span>
"M-master?" The white book was slowly turning to ash.
<span class="mu-s"> <span class="mu-i"> "...protect Eres with your life, My sweat Ancea...." </span> </span>
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