Chapter 237: 237. The Spectral Shardfly

“Damn it!” Dallion said beneath his breath. Of all the times he could have used advice from Nil, he had to have a blocker ring. “Done, Lux?”

The firebird let out a sad chirp. Having to act as a portable flamethrower and burn the coat of tar off every inch of the brooch’s domain wasn’t his idea of fun.

Curled up on the floor, Nox meowed, indicating a spot the firebird had missed. Since his level up, the crackling had taken on a more supervisory role, especially when Lux was around.

Less than an hour had passed since the defeat of the echo, and it still felt too long. Dallion’s recklessness constantly pushed him to leave the item unmended. The experience and wisdom that had come from leveling up, though, told him that would only make things more difficult in the long run. The truth was that he had to be prepared—if the old man’s echo could do magic in the domain of the brooch, it was almost certain he could do it in the real world as well.

A mage… this was the first time that Dallion had come across one. In the past the closest thing he had seen had been Cleric—someone born with the attribute, but failed to learn the skill condemning him to life as an outcast without a name in the service of the order of the Seven Moons.

In the realms, each spell had required specific hand and finger motions. In the real world, there would be no markers, but the actions were likely the same. That meant that the first thing that Dallion had to do was make sure that the man couldn’t use them, one way or another.

Labyrinth fully mended!

The BROOCH is now flawless.

“Finally,” Dallion said. “Guys, get back to the realm. Gen will tell you if I need you.”

Both familiars disappeared. Moments later, so did the realm surrounding Dallion. Events in the room continued from the moment Dallion had taken the item. His eyes quickly focused on the old man, especially his hands. Only then did he place the brooch in its place on the table.

“Isn’t that quite the surprise, valued customers!” The fury said the instant the noise sounded. “Our challenger has successfully mended five of the eight items. Three remain. Quite the feat! The question is, does he have the stamina to keep on going!”

A hint of surprise appeared on the old man’s face, even if Dallion could sense no emotions coming from him. He had to be using something to hide them from view. At this point, there were only two things that the man would likely do: leave, or attack Dallion directly despite the consequences. However, Dallion didn’t like either option.

“Maybe you’d want to try again?” Dallion said loudly. This was certainly a breach of game protocol—if there was such a thing—but it was intriguing enough to let both the fury and the gamblers consider it. After all, it was another chance to bet on something, something that didn’t usually occur.

Aware of the challenge that had been issued, the old man narrowed his eyes, looking straight at Dallion. This wasn’t about the game, it was about answers. Slowly, his hand moved towards the open chest, but then at the last movement, the mage pulled it away.

“No. I know when I’m beaten. Maybe the Seven will be with me next time.” He stepped back. “Good luck to you, challenger. May you find what you’re looking for.”

Cheeky, Dallion thought. Using a common Earth curse as a warning.

“Till next time, challenger.” The man turned around and started his way to the staircase. Dallion tried to follow, but the instant he made a step, a barrier of air pushed him back to his place at the table.

“No,” the fury whispered so that only he could hear. “The Drum will take care of this.”

The mirror pool against a mage? Dallion wasn’t certain what the outcome would be, but he had no choice to trust that they’d be able to handle him. With some luck, they might also share some information on the matter.

“Is there anyone else who wishes to select an item?” the fury went back to her hostess act. “Three remain. Maybe you will be the one who ends the challenger’s streak?”

A wave of hands rose up. Now that the black section was out of the way, everyone seemed more than eager to participate. A small bidding war commenced with people fighting for the chance to draw. In the end, an old and rather opulent man won. Waddling to the fury, he reached into the chest and took out a hand mirror that was half eaten by reddish moss.

“Purple!” the fury announced. “Might this be the color that ends it all? It’ll only take a few moments to find out.” She took the object from the man and placed it on its spot at the table. “Well, a moment for us, but several hours for our contestant.” She then turned the hourglass around. “One could say this would be the third most challenging moment of the challenger’s life.”

I’m tired of your games, Dallion thought, but grabbed the mirror nonetheless.

SPHERE ITEM AWAKENING

A vast red forest emerged around him. That was to be expected for an item of this nature. The pack of porcupine tigers was an unpleasant touch, though.

Species: Rust Tigerpine

Class: Rust

Statistics: 100% HP

Skills:

-Claw Slash

-Dart Quills

Weak Spots: back of head

“Lux,” Dallion said as he summoned his buckler and short sword. It had been a while since he had used that weapon in battle. With the blocker link severing his link to his harpsisword, there was little else that could be done.

The firebird appeared and grabbed him up.

“Right on time,” Dallion said.

COMBAT INITIATED

Several tigerpines leapt at him. Their actions seemed particularly precise. This was probably why so few had completed the gauntlet. While the game wasn’t rigged per se, it was quite close. The whole idea was to exhaust the challenger as much as possible in the first half, then have him engage in combat. Quite clever.

Dallion split into two instances, while using his athletic skills to twist in the air. Biding his time, Dallion did a series of arc slashes in the air. Two of the attackers disappeared in a cloud of reddish rust. Normally, it should have been more, but Dallion had become unaccustomed to wielding a short blade. His attack skills were more than a match, however.

More of the creatures attacked after he landed on the ground, attempting to flank him and attack on all sides. The approach quickly backfired, resulting in more killed creatures. At that point, though, the tigerpines adapted their tactics. Instead of taking him face on, they leapt away, hiding among the trees. In most circumstances, this would have been a good approach, especially since it allowed them to shoot quills at him from any direction. However, Dallion’s music skills allowed him to know exactly where they were, and Lux’s speed made it all too easy to evade their ranged attacks. Also, they weren’t the only ones who had such abilities.

“Think you can deal with the cracks, Nox?” Dallion asked, as he summoned his dartbow.

The crackling meowed before leaping into the crown of the nearest tree.

“Thought so,” Dallion aimed at one of the sources of emotions and took a shot. Moments later, another creature was gone.

As easy as the fight seemed, though, Dallion knew perfectly well that without his ability to fight and heal, things would be a lot more dire. As it was, all he did was shoot individual creatures left and right. That, too, didn’t last long. When he saw all blobs of emotion running away towards a single point, he knew exactly what was up—all creatures were merging in one single entity.

“Ready, Lux?” Dallion asked. This was what he was hoping for. For one thing, it would save a lot of time, for another Dallion knew exactly how to proceed.

As the giant tigerpine emerged above the forest, each quill as large as a giant spear, Dallion was thrust just above its head in one single boost from the firebird. From there, he fired one bolt in the back of the head of the creature, then let go of the dartbow and summoned the sword as he moved down to continue.

Red rectangles appeared one after the other, each a critical hit. Dallion kept on going, hacking with as much as much speed as his body would let him. In mere seconds, the creature—halved in size—leapt forward in an attempt to escape the onslaught. Quills filled the air, flying in all directions to provide at least some protection from Dallion. None of that had any effect in the least. What Dallion didn’t evade he blocked with his shield, taking advantage of his guard skills even in the air to slow time, and once he had slowed it down to a freeze, he flew to the creature once more and did a multiple attack on its weak point.

Soon enough, the threat was gone. Not too long after, a blue rectangle emerged informing Dallion that the realm was mended by five percent—Nox had also been busy.

“Let me down, Lux,” Dallion said, unsummoning all his weapons. “I think it’ll be better to walk from here.”

The order slightly confused the firebird, but it obeyed, spending the rest of the time perched on Dallion’s shoulder.

Based on the nature of the mirror, it was composed of three levels, all but the last cleared. That meant that Dallion would have to fight his way to the last guardian, killing all blockers, cracklings, and tinkers on the way. The key thing was to leave the final guardian alive.

Considering that the final level would have to be fought in darkness annoyed Dallion somewhat, but given the weak nature of his opponents, it was more a bother than a real concern.

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Interestingly enough, upon arriving in the chamber of the first guardian, Dallion found that the creature had already been defeated. In its place—stretching on the floor—Dallion found Nox. The crackling yawned, gave Lux a confident glance, then stood up and led the way to the gate for the next level.

TRUSTING

(+2 Mind)

Delegating tasks to those you trust is a boon. Delegating to those that cannot be trusted is a peril. Better make sure you know which is which.

The achievement came at the perfect moment, although Dallion was somewhat worried what the negative effect would be. In the short term, Dallion would be able to use split more efficiently in combat, which was always a plus.

The second level of the mirror turned out to be a frozen lake of silver. In many ways it was what one would expect, though there was an unspoken eeriness about it. Although Nox seemed certain that there were no cracks nearby, Dallion couldn’t shake the feeling that there were eyes watching him. Every now and again, he would stop and use his music skills to look around.

At one point—when Dallion reached the center of the lake—the silvery surface cracked beneath his feet. Lux immediately grabbed Dallion and lifted him into the air, while Nox lazily leapt back to his own realm.

Meanwhile, from the shattering surface beneath, a giant butterfly emerged.

LEVEL 2 GUARDIAN

Species: Spectral Shardfly

Class: Crystal

Statistics: 100% HP

Skills:

-Illusion

-Razor wings

-Crystal dust

Weak Spots: none

“Keep your distance, Lux,” Dallion ordered.

This wasn’t the first time he had faced a flying creature, although for some reason, he felt reluctant to fight this one. Even if it was an opponent, his heart almost ached at the prospect of crushing such beauty. Was that part of the illusion? However, it didn’t matter much.

“I can see you,” Dallion said, adding the urge to surrender in his voice. “The real you, not the illusion you’re showing me.”

The butterfly didn’t react, flapping its wings as it remained almost stationary in front of Dallion.

“We don’t have to fight, you know. I’m not here to claim the artifact, just to clean it. Although I see you’ve done a good job on your level.”

Flattering combined with music had its effect, making the butterfly move somewhat back. If nothing else, it was willing to listen.

“Thank you,” Dallion smiled. “All I need is to pass. You don’t need to surrender, or even accept a draw.”

“It doesn’t work that way.” The guardian’s voice was high and echoey, as if hundreds of crystals rang in unison to create a single voice. “The gate won’t open while I’m here.”

“No exceptions?”

“There can be none. These are the rules of the realm we’re in. In order to continue to the next level, I must be defeated.”

“And if it’s a draw?”

The ring of laughter filled the air. It was genuine, unadulterated laughter with no afterthoughts.

“Why are you so eager to complete the challenge?” the shardfly asked. “You know it’s impossible.”

Now it was Dallion’s turn to be surprised. He had gotten used to the idea that some of the guardians had the ability to talk—even those that didn’t hold humanoid form—but he didn’t expect this one to be so up to date with current events.

“You aren’t the first to try the gauntlet,” the guardian explained. “There’s one every few weeks. All of them reach this stage. When they do, they think they’re close to winning. That’s as far from the truth as it could be.”

“You’ve been observing them.”

“That’s the only thing we could do, locked in the chest. They consider us too valuable to be given away and too useless to be sold, so they keep us locked here as part of their game. People like you come and repair us and after they fail, the owners of the drum break us again for the next game.”

Dallion felt sick at the thought.

“I didn’t know…” Dallion replied. “I thought they were using the game to get you mended for free.”

“You’re quite the romantic,” the guardian laughed. “Such a lovely notion, but not for a place like this. At least we’re fine—we aren’t affected as much by the state of the domain we are in. Simple item guardians have it far worse.”

“When this is over, I’ll buy you out,” Dallion said.

“I know you’ll try, but it will be useless. You can’t buy all the items in the world. You’ll save a few, but their place will be taken by others. There’s no winning this game. The most you can do is bring a bit more light as you pass through.”

“You’re quite philosophical for a guardian,” Dallion said.

There was no music entangled in the butterfly’s words, but the effect was the same. Sorrow verging on pain filled Dallion out of nowhere. Part of his mind insisted that this had to be an illusion, yet the rest knew it wasn’t. It was like seeing the grime beneath the glitter. The mirror pool made it more obvious than most. They were dealing with silk and gold and beauty, satisfying the desires of their “valued clients” while keeping the cost away from everyone’s eyes.

“I’ll let you defeat me.” The butterfly moved closer. “But that won’t help you. The gauntlet is rigged.”

“I know. I’m prepared for that.”

“No, you aren’t. You’ve pretty much mended this item, and you’ll likely mend the next, but the last one is where you’ll fail.”

“Why?”

“The last item you’ll be given won’t be an item. They’ll give you something that uses your strengths against you. It will be like facing an impossibility.”

“There’s always a way.”

Dallion’s mind tried frantically to think of impossible challenges. Given the combination of skills and familiars he had, it didn’t seem like there was anything that could surprise him. Although that was probably what everyone had thought so far.

“I can tell you what the last item will be.” A glow appeared around the butterfly’s wings. “But I’ll ask a favor in return.”

Gen, tell Nox to be on his guard, Dallion thought.

“Tell me,” he said.

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