The magic circle on my palm suddenly spun uncontrollably fast. the symbols inside started to shine exaggeratingly. An unforeseen power suddenly connects both magic circles and they begun to seep into my skin forming a small branding of a certain small spirit figure. A mark.
My expectations do seems thwarted, although I could see a bit of humanoid shape in the branding in my left arm, it's still no different than a size of a big dot.
The spirits might look humanoid, but they aren't really conceivable as human-like at all. Just like plune. She seems like the smallest tornado mixed with blazing fire shaping her existence.
Her voice and shape is just like a girl, so there's no mistaken it for how I describe her. Spirits appearance itself in the human world is a vague mystery. But master once said, elves knows them as they lived with them through countless years. I wonder if i could even find any sliver of Elven existence in this world. Just like the dwarves. They have vanished. History recording them is lost. Maybe I could probably seek there traces. I could use some leads.
The large circle underground seep into plune. Though I'm not sure where it seep in.
Seeing plune fervently moving around me joyfully. It seems that's the end of the contract ritual.
"ahh, the magic stone crack I never would have thought I'd see the day where I'll completely exhaust an almost dried up magic crystal. Using up even the last ounce of it's leftover mana, ha ha" i exclaimed.
I couldn't help but give a deep sigh, feel with inexplicable shame to it.
But it's strange that even that tiny leftover is enough to feed the process of ritual. Where it would take a whole ordinary magic crystal to be depleted to complete the entire process.
I guess even master's leftover is a high tier treasure he never gave me something amazing ever since I lived with him, only training. Working. More training. That's all there is besides eating and resting. I guess i should be content and accept that it's better than nothing.
"ho ho, fascinating it's been such a while since I've witnessed a great resonance just by forming a pact, now you should have enough strength in your journey. Reminds of of good ol days" Master marvels in nostalgia. "Well then, I'll be waiting here in the dungeon and awaits for your return with the things I've requested" for instance, shiver was sent down to my spine when I met his gaze, those eyes of the lion's amused by a cub's entertaining tricks. Seems like one of his aberrant self. But then he go back to his usual self.
I replied, flustered by such gaze. "y-yes master then I shall be going i will make sure to bring it all to you so.. Thank you for all of your teachings thus far. I will make sure not to disappoint you master" as a sign of respect to the one who helped me dream and guide me to my path, i kneel all the way down under the presence of my master.
"ho ho silly disciple, you've really grown a lot. I told you not to kneel on anyone else that includes to me. Also don't speak for farewell yet, I'll be waiting for your return. Take this you might need this on your way there, open it after you left" he, like usual, stroke his big beard seems like he's also in deep thought. I can sense it. Barely sense the deep darkness from master.
He also gave me a bit heavy pouch. But since master said to open it on the surface. I just kept it in me.
"master, I'm off. It won't take long" I stand up and started to head up my room and wore my best adventurer style clothe, with a small herb logo in it.
My usual disguise when going to work. I have a lot of clothing on the pharmacy so it's fine if I only bring the necessary.
It's been a while since I last goes there. I wonder how Chloe doing. The hired shopkeeper of mine, I was also wondering how is my frequent costumers doing. Just as I dressed up I put the pouch in my bag. I have prepared enough. Clean up my glasses. I brought everything I needed there.
I got out of the house and saw master watching the dragons...uhh.. are they playing dragon knights? Why is there a full set living armor riding them? Holy shit they're jousting in mid air!?.
Master is really had many weird entertaining ideas. Also master is still on his habit, waving his finger on the air as if he was constantly pointing something.
That's just master I guess. I continued to walk as I reach a small house. The house isn't anything particularly special.
But the house's front door is the instant portal. I opened it using the handle and a new scenery unfolds, a stair leading up. I entered it and look back at the lush evergreen land of master's dungeon. And then closed the door. Was it my imagination? Or something past through me. It must be.
Time to go and prepare. Might as well greet my friend Chloe whom living in my shop for quite awhile now. Might as well concoct something to sell with the new ingredient I got from previous month outerworld scavenging.
I guess my slow life started now. Or so I thought life could be ever peaceful again.
.......
Around the meadows and the great plains of the lowest floor. The final existing floor. 126th floor of Samion's great Dungeon located at samion city of dormil kingdom. The certain old man dressed in olden robe. Longly Bearded in his chin which stand out the most in his appearance. One could mistaken him as a sage. But he is much more scarier than mere sage. The dragons are undergoing transformation. It's as if the dragon is being fused by it's rider.
[The Dragons have now Fully integrated with the living armor. Dragon knight has now achieved. +50 dragon knight ] an utterly cold voice of something only the old man can hear. He could also see something everyone cannot see.
"store them" the old man spoke. Stroking his beard as he nods in amusement.
[affirmative]
Suddenly the horde of dragon knights, vanished and swallowed by the sudden summoning circle that appeared in each of them. The old man gleefully smile. Apparent to his satisfaction.
" ho ho. good. they're not bad. System show me the list of summons"
[affirmative. Showing the current list on the world's monster data. 167x Dragon knight. 546x goblin champion. 1000x wyvern rider. 2500x wolf rider.....]
The list goes on and almost thousands of summonable creature was shown on the list.
"hmm, this might be a lot but this might not be enough" he spoked, frowning.
He took off a wristwatch, which shown the time and on the other hand, his family photo.
"orvel, i hope you grow well and strong. May you be brave to face this challenges even if it's uncanny and enormous. I am deeply sorry for leaving this unresolved path to you."
Just as he was contemplating with great remorse and regrets. A sudden surge of notification emerges pertaining the direness of the situation.
[warning! Unknown forces broke through the dungeon! Activating dungeon defense... Failure.. Reactivating defensive traps... Disabled.. The intruder have succeeded in infiltration! Dungeon administrator please remain caution and prepare to engage]
"ho it is i expected. They have come, not even the dungeon defenses manage to shake them off. And bypassing all of my magic traps yet they have gone directly to my personal floor.. What an amusing foe" his expression turned serious.
Suddenly three shadowy figures flop suddenly in front but a bit far from the old man. They bears creeps in they're aura, with their devilish appearance and malformed ugliness, such deformity of existence. You can't tell if whether they used to be a human.