The knight felt a rush of air as the world around him shifted.
In an instant, he was no longer on the battlefield. He stood in the middle of a massive dungeon.
The walls were made of large stone blocks, perfectly arranged in a strong and orderly pattern. The air was cold, and the silence was overwhelming.
He became a little dizzy after the sudden teleportation.
His vision blurred for a moment, and he struggled to steady himself. The magical shift had left a strange pressure in his head, like the lingering weight of an unseen force. He took a deep breath, trying to regain focus.
After big breath he try to remember who is he
But all he can remember his name that Darius stormblade...
He forced himself to get up and took a step forward, his boots echoing through the silent halls.
The sound was swallowed quickly by the darkness, making the dungeon feel even more empty. Or perhaps… not empty at all.
He saw numerous doorways and open passages along the corridor, each large enough for a person to pass through. A dim light filled the dungeon, casting long, wavering shadows.
The enchanted torches flickered weakly, their glow fragile and pale, as if they were clinging to the last remnants of their magic. Perhaps the dungeon itself was always in a state of quiet decay, yet just alive enough to keep the torches burning in their eternal, ghostly flicker.
After a 20 minutes walk there nothing happend just empty cold rooms with dim light
--------Fresh Start--------
Darius ascended the final step, his breath steady but his muscles aching. The long climb had taken its toll, but something inside him had strengthened.
[Strength +1]
The words shimmered into existence before his eyes, floating in the air like glowing embers.
**Darius Stormblade**
**Title: Human**
**HP: 100/100**
**Mana: 10/10**
**Strength: 5 (+1)**
Instinctively, he reached out, but they faded into nothingness. He clenched his fist. A strange system governed this place, but whose rules was he following?
He took another step forward.
Then, he saw it.
A door.
It was embedded within the stone wall, placed at an odd angle, as if it had been forced into existence rather than built with intention. A faint glow leaked from beneath it.
an unnatural light, neither warm nor cold, neither inviting nor repelling. It simply… was.
After coming this far, hesitation was no longer an option.
Darius raised a hand and knocked.
Silence.
He pushed.
The door resisted at first, as if something unseen held it in place, but then, with a low groan, it relented, swinging open just enough for him to step inside.
He found himself in a vast chamber, its ceiling stretching high above, lost in darkness. Rows upon rows of weapons lined the walls.
blades of impossible shapes, spears that pulsed with energy, shields adorned with unfamiliar symbols.
Darius had spent his life in battle, but many of these weapons were unlike anything he had ever encountered. Some seemed almost… alive.
Then, a voice.
It slithered through the air, neither loud nor soft, yet it filled the entire chamber.
**"Burtegola argelon gomuakat…"**
Darius tensed, his hand instinctively moving to the hilt of his sword.
The voice had weight, a presence that pressed against his skin like an unseen force.
Someone—or something—was here.
He narrowed his eyes, scanning the long corridor ahead. The words were unfamiliar, their meaning lost to him. But the tone… it wasn't hostile. It was measured, inquisitive.
A figure stirred in the distance, beyond the racks of unearthly weapons.
Darius exhaled, steadying himself. He had two choices: respond and attempt communication or let his instincts dictate his next move.
One thing was certain this was no ordinary shop, and its keeper was no ordinary merchant.
Darius