“You know, you didn’t have to force me to come here with Lester; it would have been quite easy for you to get the thing you need,” I said as the spatial fluctuations around us vanished.
“I have confidence in my abilities, but I need you with me in case I am not able to get it,” Jim said as he looked at me, “Besides, this place has good things; I am sure they will not disappoint you,” he added with twinkling eyes and all I could do is sigh.
To be honest, I would have very much liked it if I had been in pyramid working. I know the thing this place could provide, and they are quite good, but I could still very much prefer pyramid, and I don’t think he will need my help when there is Lester here.
The place is dangerous without a doubt, but with a high Grandmaster, Jim will be fine, and besides, Jim is no weakling; even Lester wouldn’t be able to defeat him, and if he had the element Lester had, he wouldn’t have brought him here.
“It would be great if we finish with it soon,” I said as we began to walk verdant hills which are filled with beautiful trees.
We are not in the central continent; we are in a small continent called belas, which is completely in our control; we have come here because of the place that had appeared, it had already three times before, in the past two centuries, so we have quite good information about it.
Just as Jim got to know this place had appeared, he had brought me here forcefully and even had called pool Lester who was on a mission somewhere.
He needed a resource from this place, a resource that is extremly rare and could only be gotten from this place. If it had been some normal precious treasure, Jim had not come here. Considering now, we have keys of supremes treasure, no regular resources, even those as at the level of divine crystal could not entice us.
We ran through the hills and forest for a few minutes before suddenly stopping at the ravine, where the gate was as dark as night was standing.
“My lords,” greeted the woman as we appeared; she looked to be in her early thirties and a tyrant. “Pricila, right?” Jim asked, “Yes, my lord,” she replied with a bow.
“You have done a good job,” he said and threw a small bottle with a potion at her; seeing what it was, Lester’s eyes flashed in surprise, but he did not spare more than a glance at it and followed us toward the gate.
The gate is big, about seven meters tall, and made from one of the materials which had the darkest shade of black I had ever seen. So black that it seemed to be sucking the light inside it.
“Gate of Haroz,” said Jim with shining eyes, and a key just as black as the door appeared in his hand. “Grandmaster, let me,” said Lester when Jim was about to push the key into the door. “Its fine, Lester, the door is not dangerous, but what comes after it,” he said and pushed the key inside the door.
Click!
The clicking sound rang out, and Jim pushed the door open, revealing only darkness ahead that no ability of ours could peer through.
“Careful, the enemies will come from all directions, and they would only be killed by the right,” said Jim as the sword appeared in his hand, on which he poured the colorless solution.
“Let’s go,” He said and stepped inside; the moment we did, we felt the danger, and it came from everywhere.
A saber blazing in pure white light appeared in Lester’s hands, while at the same time, jims sword lit up in light, but unlike the light of Lester’s spear, this one had a tint of green in it.
I also did not hesitate to summon my own weapons; my totem artifact appeared in my hand, while two strings of hands came behind me, each bearing a lance; all three weapons lit up in bright light, and the light coming from my weapons is not white, but silvery in color.
Ruuuuu…
We had just summoned our weapons when the ghostly sounds rang out around us, and wraths cloths in darkness and with a claw that is sharp enough to tear even a Grimm apart came at us.
It is not a one or two that came, but tens of them, and they have come from all the directions, even came from below us, with each having a power of high-Grandmaster.
These wraiths are extremly dangerous and had even killed a peak High-Grandmaster powerhouses among many. That high Grandmaster was powerful, more powerful than the wraiths that had attacked him, but he still got killed by these wraiths; because of the incompatible power.
He was an earth elemental powerhouse, and these wraiths could only be killed with the light elemental power, which has properties of cleansing, quite a rare type of requirement, that among all the High-Grandmaster we have, only Lester had that power.
I do not have a light ability, but I have a fire, and with slight modification with the help of rule-bending power, I could create a light ability that is needed to kill the wraiths.
“Die!”
Lester screams and slashes down its saber at three wraiths at the amazing speed at technique. He is quite young, just thirty years old, and had reached level High-Grandmaster two months ago, but he fights like the one with a great experience.
Slash Slash Shash
He is a natural-born fighter, he killed three in quick succession, but by that time, I had already finished killing eighteen of them.
My lances moved like needles, piercing their heads and releasing light energy, which would spread into their whole body and vaporize them, leaving only small necrostones, which my strings instantly collected.
“Collect necro-stones, Lester, that are the cores that will form new wraiths in a couple of seconds,” I reminded him as I collected the last necrostone, which he failed to collect.
“My apologies, Grandmaster,” He said, and even greater power burst through her body; his movements became faster, and he began to kill the thrice a number than before while collecting the necro-stone.
My lances are also moving around me, they are only two, but it seems like there are tens of them; every wrath around me seemed to burn in the light; within a moment they appeared, they would be pierced by lances, and precious necro-stones would be in my storage.
“Well, it seemed like I have wasted this precious armament potion for nothing,” said Jim looking at his precious blazing sword, which he had raised not once.
“Keep it ready; these wraiths are slowly getting stronger,” I said, to that, he shrugged. “They will get stronger for a while before their power stabilizes. We will just need to continue killing them till the door appear,” he said.
I have read the information and what he said is true, but still, I couldn’t help but worry.
Maybe it is just paranoia; I have experienced too many things that I have begun to sense the danger, even in such a simple mission.
