Chapter 2: Chapter 2: The Dragon’s Lair

Franzen stood in front of the rock, with both Arkarr and Lyka looking while scratching their heads, thinking their lord had gone crazy. Franzen opened both of his palms, put them on the rock, lifted one of his feet, and put it on the rock as well.

"My lord?" Lyka asked.

Franzen lifted one of his arms, putting it on top of his left eye. He then let out his tongue and licked on the cold rock, after it, kissing it with his lip. Lyka squinted at the action of his demonic lord. He then banged at the rock super hard, and the tip of his temple bled.

"Franzen, my lord, what are you doing?" Arkarr started questioning the decision.

After the loud bang, the rock suddenly lifted up from the ground, revealing a hallway with a strange-looking metal door. Franzen smiled, and he entered the small hallway, bordering between the rock and the strange-looking metal door.

Naturally, Arkarr and Lyka entered the hallway, and after that, the rock slammed shut behind them. Lyka jumped in fear, closer to Arkarr, and Arkarr just stared down at the rock that just slammed shut behind him. Suddenly, the whole room glowed red from the strange lantern hanging on the roof.

"My lord, I have this immense fear that I want to scream out at top of my lungs right now," Lyka said.

"Go ahead, but so far, nothing has killed us." Franzen then approached the strange-looking steel door.

The door was made from steel, with a circular steel handle attached to the door itself. Franzen put his hand on the circular steel handle. However, Arkarr warned him. "My lord, let me handle this strange-looking door for you."

"Arkarr, you're a good ogre, but the phrase from the old manuscript says otherwise," Franzen intervened.

"My lord, what's the content of the manuscript?"

Franzen sighed, put his hand away from the door, and laid his back on the steel wall. "Thou shall pass the square rock. Once thou arrive at the border between life and death, look for the circular handle from hell, after that, thou blessed the rock shalt put his hand on the handle. After that, thou shall rotate the handle to the left, not RIGHT!"

"And then?" Arkarr asked.

"Then we see what's behind this weird-looking door," Franzen said as he put his hands on the handle of the door again.

With fear, Franzen rotated the circular handle to the left. He slowly rotated it, and eventually, the steel door opened slowly, letting out the sound of rusting steel scratching against its frame. The trio proceeded to the next room.

"My lord, if I may?" Lyka moved in front of Franzen. "Holy Magic: Light Source." Her hand glowed in white color as they crossed past the red hallway. The light shone on the wall around them. They stood up on top of ceramic flooring, just like the one that Franzen had on his own castle.

"Ceramic floor, I don't think many can afford this kind of comfort," Franzen commented. He chanted the same magic as Lyka and moved forward into the unknown room. Arkarr moved closer to the wall instead. He traced the wall for something interesting.

He noticed a white box on the wall, with multiple little small levers as small as his lord's fingertips. Curious about it, Arkarr flicked one of the levels downward. Suddenly, a mysterious white lantern appeared on top of his head.

"TRAP!" Lyka shouted as Franzen pulled Arkarr from the white light that the mysterious lantern emitted.

"Thank you, my lord," Arkarr pointed at the mysterious lantern on the ceiling.

Franzen looked at the mysterious lantern. "To think that someone would use some kind of holy magic in here…" He muttered. The strange lantern didn't look like the usual large lantern that usually hung on the side of the wall of his castle.

This lantern was tubular, and very long, emitting light brighter than three lanterns at once. Franzen got curious about the lantern thing. The magic stone used in this lantern must have been very large. Franzen put his hand on top of the light.

It didn't hurt him. Which was weird, especially since holy magic was the coherent demon's weakness. Franzen waved his hand multiple times at the white light, like a child waving his hand on top of a campfire with its hand. Franzen put his hand on top of his eyes, and chanted, "Sensory Magic: Basic Magical Identification."

He opened his eyes and looked at the strange lantern. It didn't emit any magical energy whatsoever, which was odd. What could a lantern do with being this white without holy magic? Fire usually glowed in orange color, not white. It was not a cursed flame either, which usually glowed in bright dark color.

"It's not magic, isn't it?" Lyka commented as she also saw the lantern.

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"No, it is not."

"Arkarr, what did you do to turn on this lantern?" Franzen asked him.

"My lord, this lever over there is the cause of it," Arkarr pointed at the small box with a bunch of small levers on it. He pointed at the particular level that pointed down. Franzen was intrigued. He approached the lever and flickered one lever down. Another lantern appeared with the same exact color.

"Bloody almighty, are we messing with the power of the heavenly skies?" Arkarr commented as he looked at the lantern that suddenly turned on, shining more part of the mysterious room. However, it only shined on top of a crate.

Franzen flicked all of the light switches, revealing the entire room with the bright white light. It was a relatively large room, with many strangely erected barricades in front of where they were standing. Behind those barricades were desks.

Arkarr approached one of the barricades, and touched it with his hand, "Is this thing made from concrete?"

"Concrete? Inside of a room? What kind of threat the dragon is facing? In fact, what kind of dragon can enter a room this small?" Lyka asked as she approached the barricade. It was thick, and it was made from concrete, behind the concrete was a desk with a skeleton sleeping on it.

Lyka approached the skeleton. The skeleton wore strange-looking clothes, colored in patches of green, black, and brown in details that shouldn't even be possible. It was tattered, but Lyka managed to read it out loud.

"U.S Army? My lord, have you heard of a country named U.S?" Lyka asked.

"U.S? No, never heard of it, why do you ask?" Franzen asked.

"Because this skeleton belongs to the U.S army," Lyka said.

Franzen never heard the word U.S, much less knowing what U.S stood for. In his opinion, it might be some kind of country in the middle of nowhere for all that he cared about. Still, it could also be the dragon's faction.

"U.S must have been the dragon's name, am I right?" Arkarr suggested.

"My dear ogre, I don't think our dragon's named U.S. His name begins with D," Franzen added, knowing the dragon's name to be Dalrazir. So, what this U.S was doing in Dalrazir's lair? Odd, to be honest. This U.S must have been a strange lost country, eh?

Behind the desk and the barricades was another steel door. The steel door had this straight cut in the middle of it, and besides it was another steel panel with a strange text displaying "4" on it alongside two buttons that had up and down arrows on it.

Franzen approached the steel panel. "What does this thing do?" He asked himself as he pressed one of the buttons. Suddenly, a humming sound came from behind the steel door, putting both Arkarr and Lyka on full alert. Lyka unsheathed her sword and Arkarr pulled his war hammer from his back.

DING.

The steel door opened, revealing a small cubical room. Franzen entered the small cubical room, followed by Arkarr and Lyka. A soft piano player in the background inside of the room. Near the door, another steel panel with buttons from 1-30 appeared. What was the purpose of the button?

"My lord, come here, read this," Lyka looked at a placate filled with a list of numbers and its description. One description stood up among the rest. The text read "Floor 21 - Armory" so Franzen pressed the number 21 and the steel door closed.

Lyka glared at Franzen while Arkarr suddenly gritted his teeth. "My lord, I have a bad feeling about this."

Suddenly, the whole floor lifted up from the ground. It felt like they were being pushed by an unknown force from the bottom of the floor. For them, it felt odd, except for Lyka. "What kind of dungeon is this, my lord?"

This kind of contraption was common in the dungeon, minus the steel and the steel panel of course. It was just a simple rock with a lever that would go up and down.

Franzen replied, "Whatever Dalrazir is building, it's certainly very metallic for a dungeon." A dungeon consisted of stones, not metal and concrete, much less a room with a grand piano playing in the background that would bring you up.

Eventually, the elevator arrived on the 21st floor, and the weird contraption opened, revealing a room filled with wooden crates. Franzen walked to one of the opened crates, beside it was laying down a skeleton, alongside a black rod with a trigger similar to a crossbow.

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