20 Chapter 20: Trap
Wilhelm cautiously followed the trail, making sure that no dangers lurked. The surroundings were dead-silent, only the sound of his breathing and footsteps reverberated throughout the narrow cave. Other than the minotaur footprints, there were no other signs of life to be seen.
His shoulders slumped as beads of sweat trailed down his body, causing his loincloth to become damp with perspiration. His hunting bore no fruit and only resulted in a waste of time. His cracked dagger swayed at the side as if it was depressed with no blood to be had. The humid temperature beat at him while he was down, and he could only return from whence he came.
His empty stomach and parched mouth were insufferable as he strolled back. Not a single insect, let alone a beast even showed up. His previous worries were unwarranted, and he was beginning to wonder if his senses had dulled. When he had first set out, he could've sworn that there would be an opponent, or at the very least, some food.
Wilhelm's brows furrowed as he spat onto the ground, resting his hands in the loincloth as if they were pockets. He let out a few grumbles as he walked, once again cursing the androgynous fairy and his bad luck, getting trapped inside of a dungeon. The thing that interested him the most, human interaction, was now impossible.
His annoyed figure continued for a total of five minutes until he grew tired. A deep sigh escaped from his thin lips as he rested his back on the side of the cave. As a man who had once smoked a lot, he was dying for some nicotine, food, and even water right about now. As his back leaned against the wall, he could feel it crumble, ever so slightly.
Like the straw that broke the camels back, it caused a chained reaction. More and more debris started to fall, causing Wilhelm to retreat backward. The sand was wafted into the air, impairing his already terrible sight. He covered his eyes with his arm and waited for the plumb of dust to subside.
It took a few moments, but the cave finally stopped collapsing. The dust receded, and Wilhelm was once again able to perceive things, albeit, barely. A small entrance was created, just big enough for Wilhelms tall figure to move through. A glimmer of light could be seen from the hole—barely lit as if its flame could be extinguished at any second.
Intrigued, Wilhelm stepped over the small groove and entered the musky hole. The musky smell antagonized his nose as he entered. It smelled as if something had been decomposing for an entire millennium. Water dripped from a sharp piece of rock, dangling from the roof, threatening to fall at any given moment.
The faint, blue light flickered in the distance, drawing Wilhelm closer. He stepped forward, stretching his hand out, but a dark premonition suddenly occurred to him. Immediately, he took a few steps back, raising his hands in a defensive position. The blue light fluttered, rising into the air and splitting in two.
The small cavern was gradually lit, causing Wilhelm's remaining eye to nearly pop out of its socket. Skeletal remains, reminiscent of a human body, stood up, it's jaw and ribs ominously clacked together. Its eyes gleamed with a blue hue, looking down on Wilhelm as if he was merely passing wind.
Wilhelm raised his dagger in awe and retreated a few steps back, scrutinizing the strange skeleton. It was somewhat short, probably around five feet, similar to a small male back on earth. Cracks ran through its body, and dust covered it, like some sort of buried artifact.
Its movements were sluggish and threatening, like its first instinct was to attack, or perhaps, defend. Wilhelm was intrigued by this discovery, what was it defending? And how did it get here? Why was a human-like body residing inside of a dungeon? Dozens of similar questions assaulted Wilhelms' brain, but his first priority was safety.
He brandished his dagger and observed his opponents' movement patterns. Not only was the creature slow, but it didn't appear to be intelligent either. His abnormal perception of danger just about evaporated, and Wilhelm regained his confidence.
Wilhelm launched off the ground, causing it to concave a few inches in the process. He practically soared through the air as his dagger elegantly danced through the wind. Using his newly acquired skill, his expertise with the shiv reached an all-time high. Whether was speed, control, or even strength; he was twice as masterful.
The blade seemed to play a requiem as it finally reached the dense pile bones, shattering them in a trivial second. The skeleton flopped onto its side, unable to defend, nor evade. Its bones were rusted, and its strength had deteriorated over time. No resistance was even put forward, and Wilhelm wouldn't let a chance for free experience pass him by.
He took another step forward and crushed the skull with the bottom of his foot, shattering it into hundreds of small pieces. The light in the sockets dissipated, leaving only an eerie silence, along with Wilhelms heavy breathing.
[Critical strike, the non-lethal blow has been appropriated distorted]
[A lesser skeleton warrior has been slain, and you have been rewarded 150 experience]
Wilhelm brushed off his shoulders and smiled. He felt as though his journey was finally reaping some benefits. Not to mention the fact that he somehow got a critical strike, which had never even happened before. He was unsure of how effective it was, but his stomp did feel slightly more powerful.
Thinking to here, he raised his head, looking to where the skeleton body once rested. A small, wooden chest laid there, a hint of gold sparkling from the metal lock. Wilhelm assumed this to be what the heap of bones was defending, so he approached it. His slender hands reached for the lock, tugging on it ever so slightly.
Instantaneously, the entrance behind him closed, ushering the small compartment into complete darkness. The wall in front of him seemed to crumble, and a few dozen flickering lights appeared, abnormally similar to the skeleton he had just fought.
A strange grunt escaped from his lips as he walked backward, attempting to break the wall that had just closed on him. He punched the wall with all of the power he could manage to muster, but to no avail, on the sound of flesh hitting metal rang out.
His fist became swollen and red; a subtle tear fell from his left eye as he cursed his bad luck. The clinking of bones echoed out from behind him, and he felt idiotic for touching the chest. He should've realized it by now. If it was a dungeon, then there would surely be some traps.
He turned his body around, squinting his eyes, observing the mass of flickering lights. It was a number that he probably wouldn't be able to handle. His shoulders slumped as he clenched his dagger tighter than ever.
"Well, I've been clinging onto life for a bit too long now, haven't I? I suppose it's time I go," he said with a self-deprecating chuckle, preparing for battle.
His shoulders slumped as beads of sweat trailed down his body, causing his loincloth to become damp with perspiration. His hunting bore no fruit and only resulted in a waste of time. His cracked dagger swayed at the side as if it was depressed with no blood to be had. The humid temperature beat at him while he was down, and he could only return from whence he came.
His empty stomach and parched mouth were insufferable as he strolled back. Not a single insect, let alone a beast even showed up. His previous worries were unwarranted, and he was beginning to wonder if his senses had dulled. When he had first set out, he could've sworn that there would be an opponent, or at the very least, some food.
Wilhelm's brows furrowed as he spat onto the ground, resting his hands in the loincloth as if they were pockets. He let out a few grumbles as he walked, once again cursing the androgynous fairy and his bad luck, getting trapped inside of a dungeon. The thing that interested him the most, human interaction, was now impossible.
His annoyed figure continued for a total of five minutes until he grew tired. A deep sigh escaped from his thin lips as he rested his back on the side of the cave. As a man who had once smoked a lot, he was dying for some nicotine, food, and even water right about now. As his back leaned against the wall, he could feel it crumble, ever so slightly.
Like the straw that broke the camels back, it caused a chained reaction. More and more debris started to fall, causing Wilhelm to retreat backward. The sand was wafted into the air, impairing his already terrible sight. He covered his eyes with his arm and waited for the plumb of dust to subside.
It took a few moments, but the cave finally stopped collapsing. The dust receded, and Wilhelm was once again able to perceive things, albeit, barely. A small entrance was created, just big enough for Wilhelms tall figure to move through. A glimmer of light could be seen from the hole—barely lit as if its flame could be extinguished at any second.
Intrigued, Wilhelm stepped over the small groove and entered the musky hole. The musky smell antagonized his nose as he entered. It smelled as if something had been decomposing for an entire millennium. Water dripped from a sharp piece of rock, dangling from the roof, threatening to fall at any given moment.
The faint, blue light flickered in the distance, drawing Wilhelm closer. He stepped forward, stretching his hand out, but a dark premonition suddenly occurred to him. Immediately, he took a few steps back, raising his hands in a defensive position. The blue light fluttered, rising into the air and splitting in two.
The small cavern was gradually lit, causing Wilhelm's remaining eye to nearly pop out of its socket. Skeletal remains, reminiscent of a human body, stood up, it's jaw and ribs ominously clacked together. Its eyes gleamed with a blue hue, looking down on Wilhelm as if he was merely passing wind.
Wilhelm raised his dagger in awe and retreated a few steps back, scrutinizing the strange skeleton. It was somewhat short, probably around five feet, similar to a small male back on earth. Cracks ran through its body, and dust covered it, like some sort of buried artifact.
Its movements were sluggish and threatening, like its first instinct was to attack, or perhaps, defend. Wilhelm was intrigued by this discovery, what was it defending? And how did it get here? Why was a human-like body residing inside of a dungeon? Dozens of similar questions assaulted Wilhelms' brain, but his first priority was safety.
He brandished his dagger and observed his opponents' movement patterns. Not only was the creature slow, but it didn't appear to be intelligent either. His abnormal perception of danger just about evaporated, and Wilhelm regained his confidence.
Wilhelm launched off the ground, causing it to concave a few inches in the process. He practically soared through the air as his dagger elegantly danced through the wind. Using his newly acquired skill, his expertise with the shiv reached an all-time high. Whether was speed, control, or even strength; he was twice as masterful.
The blade seemed to play a requiem as it finally reached the dense pile bones, shattering them in a trivial second. The skeleton flopped onto its side, unable to defend, nor evade. Its bones were rusted, and its strength had deteriorated over time. No resistance was even put forward, and Wilhelm wouldn't let a chance for free experience pass him by.
He took another step forward and crushed the skull with the bottom of his foot, shattering it into hundreds of small pieces. The light in the sockets dissipated, leaving only an eerie silence, along with Wilhelms heavy breathing.
[Critical strike, the non-lethal blow has been appropriated distorted]
[A lesser skeleton warrior has been slain, and you have been rewarded 150 experience]
Wilhelm brushed off his shoulders and smiled. He felt as though his journey was finally reaping some benefits. Not to mention the fact that he somehow got a critical strike, which had never even happened before. He was unsure of how effective it was, but his stomp did feel slightly more powerful.
Thinking to here, he raised his head, looking to where the skeleton body once rested. A small, wooden chest laid there, a hint of gold sparkling from the metal lock. Wilhelm assumed this to be what the heap of bones was defending, so he approached it. His slender hands reached for the lock, tugging on it ever so slightly.
Instantaneously, the entrance behind him closed, ushering the small compartment into complete darkness. The wall in front of him seemed to crumble, and a few dozen flickering lights appeared, abnormally similar to the skeleton he had just fought.
A strange grunt escaped from his lips as he walked backward, attempting to break the wall that had just closed on him. He punched the wall with all of the power he could manage to muster, but to no avail, on the sound of flesh hitting metal rang out.
His fist became swollen and red; a subtle tear fell from his left eye as he cursed his bad luck. The clinking of bones echoed out from behind him, and he felt idiotic for touching the chest. He should've realized it by now. If it was a dungeon, then there would surely be some traps.
He turned his body around, squinting his eyes, observing the mass of flickering lights. It was a number that he probably wouldn't be able to handle. His shoulders slumped as he clenched his dagger tighter than ever.
"Well, I've been clinging onto life for a bit too long now, haven't I? I suppose it's time I go," he said with a self-deprecating chuckle, preparing for battle.
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