Letting out a content sigh at having finally cleared my two spirit related conditions. Though I'm perhaps even happier at having not picked up any new conditions! I'm slightly confused why my core wasn't fully constructed instead, but it probably has something to do with my center feeling like it's been run over by a cart several times. "Not to self, there's a limit to how much kill energy I can absorb at once."
Moving around the list I find myself quite pleased that the stats that were reduced have actually grown, I still don't fully know what they do but, more power and durability sounds like a good thing. Bind gained some levels? Which makes sense? Maybe. I definitely know how the Flesh monster was infecting or binding itself to the dungeon and how the Pillar of Life is doing the same. But I'll have to explore the practical applications on my own. Hopefully without any influence or interference.
Finally I picked up a shard, somehow? I can't find any presence inside my physical body or astral body, so it must be similar to my ability and skill. Extending some astral mass from the gate at my wrists, I examine it? The mist looks more substantial, I think. "What do you think a shard is Glutton?" I ask my wepon without hope for an answer.
Surprisingly Glutton sends me the impression of a lone rain drop wanting to build into a storm but being stuck as a simple cloud . This is followed by the impression of needing many such drops before any real climax can be reached.
"So ill need lots of shards, to build something." Sighing I start thinking about my current priorities." First I need to find my bag, it has all my food, water, and the two magic items I've picked up. Next I need to find and kill the last thing on this floor, to descend. Ghost, if she's still alive will probably have Already beaten me to the 3rd floor. Finally I need to not get bound and enslaved to the Life Pillar tree with a vendetta against my family that's rapidly over taking this hospital. Or I guess it a dungeon at this point? To that end I need power and hopefully to reunite with my olderbrother before something is sent to kill him."
Laying back down in the debrie and ash I can't help but wonder if i things were better when I was imoble, at least when I was Fractured I only had to worry about people treating me like aan unwanted object. Now I have a wepon that basically welds me, and monsters lurking behind every corner looking to eat me! But at least I can move on my own now and have magic, smal victories I guess.
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By rough estimates of how hungry I am, and of Ghosts vage counting of day I was unconscious for about a week while Glutton Stormed through the floor in its stolen body burning every thing it could. Whether that is because I over extended my Spirit or because I slipped into the Astral plane place for a moment I don't know and it ultimately doesn't matter right now.
When I found Ghost she apparently found my bag and has been trying to solve the Rorshack Maze tablet, mostly because she's bord and we're stuck. Lucky she hasn't finished it, as I'm pretty shrue it can only reward the skill inside once. She's also eaten most of the food…
"I just don't understand what's wrong with this maze? Every time I start making progress the lines move! It doesn't make any sense! How is this fair!" Ghost rants at me again in what's becoming a familiar pattern.
With out the monsters traversing the 4th floor is noticeabley easier, it now takes about 4ish hours to wander its whole unnaturally expanded expanse. So finding Ghost, the descending Stair well and the seald room with the last monster inside was fairly easy. The problems if they could be called that is that the roots are already regrowing across the 4th floor. Now more vibrant and life like than ever. While the room holding the last monster, is this floors Surgery room. My stomach clenches as vague memories of rotting alive and healing in an endless cycle hover at the back of my mind. While I look at the door. Disturbingly the room is sealed with sickly black roots. That heal faster then Gluttons lighting can burn them. Or I can Cleave though them.
"Ghost how much food do we have left." I ask interrupting her rant.
…"3 days or so. Why? Can't you just make another monster cat thing and have it get us out of here?"
"I can not. I don't even really know what I did the first time. At best I could probably posses something I'm touching." I say tiredly.
"Then why don't you just "posses" the door and make it open." She rolls her eyes like it's the most obvious thing.
"And you could phase though the door and open it form inside, or at least see what's inside so we're not surprised if we do open it?"
Her face flushes, with fear? Anger? Discust at be asked to do work?
"Your the soldier here Fragment! I'm just a helpless bystander, caught up in dangerous place!"
"I'm not a Soldier! And I'm pretty darn sure I'm younger than you and debatably more helpless. Miss I can't be touched unless i want to be! Why were you even running from the living tumors? Nothing except electricity can hurt you!"
"Because the roots can touch me! I can't phase though them for some stupid reason!" To emphasize her point she kicks the blackened root door, and despite having not solidified her foot it doesn't pass through the obstacle…
Though the door does begin rumbling.
"Shit!"