Chapter 51: The Sixth Sector

Two hooded figures walked down the crowded avenue that led to the doorway of the Zelez Dungeon. The doorway was just one amongst many, however to the inhabitants of the Anonymous District, it was the one one that they had entry to.

Tom and Aleph arrived after completely restocking their provides on the market located on the Anonymous Districts most important drag. He had anticipated Aleph to be largely unaware of the prevalent market costs given her fairly illustrious background, solely to as soon as once more have his presumptions shattered. Not solely was Aleph well-versed within the high quality and requirements of the Anonymous Districts items, however she additionally had sufficient confidence to haggle with the distributors.

Whereas Tom largely relied on his Soul Card to help him within the realm of subterfuge, Aleph had managed to mix in naturally, to the purpose the place it made him marvel what sort of life she had lived earlier than that they had met.

In comparison with the bustling environment of {the marketplace}, the road they discovered themselves on was way more reserved. Teams composed of well-equipped people had been dotted alongside the facet of the street, clearly comfy in their very own cliques and never fascinated with socialising. The situation of their tools left a lot to be desired, for Tom couldnt spot a single merchandise among the many lot of them that might be thought of new.

There have been just a few people that had chosen to obscure their gear with robes like Tom and Aleph had, however from the hushed whispers exchanged between the [Dungeoneers], a time period used to consult with individuals who had been both courageous or foolhardy sufficient to make a dwelling off dungeon explorations, it appeared that their determination to cover their appearances had drawn consideration.

Aleph continued to stroll ahead unconcernedly, whereas Toms gaze flickered from group to group as he tried to evaluate the risk they posed. His imaginative and prescient was not restricted to attainable enemies in his line of sight, his in depth coaching with Aleph having taught him much more than only a single glyph; how one can use the slender terrain to his benefit by limiting his foes line of fireside, attainable avenues of escape and which [Deck Cards] had been best suited to the state of affairs had been all questions that Tom now thought of earlier than performing.

Fight consciousness was one thing he not lacked.

And that very same fight consciousness informed him that bother was brewing as they continued strolling in the direction of the Zelez Dungeons entrance with out paying a lot consideration to the teams that had been both adjusting their gear or discussing methods in low tones. Nevertheless, one group managed to catch his consideration.

5 Dungeoneers that gave the impression to be of their mid-twenties adopted in single file behind a middle-aged man clad in well-fitting armour. The lengthy scar working throughout the bridge of his nostril and the traces of filled-in claw marks raked upon his thick chestplate indicated that the de-facto chief of the group was no stranger to fight, to the purpose the place Toms senses picked up a most particular risk from the person, albeit not wherever close to Alephs degree.

What he discovered much more attention-grabbing was that the younger Dungeoneers that trailed behind the person possessed one thing that the opposite teams lacked. There was a uniformity to their gait, a rhythm to their steps that seeped into their each motion. The best way their hand was all the time positioned inside an arms attain of their deck gauntlet, the guarded method wherein they walked and the same size swords that hung at their sides all lead him to 1 conclusion they had been educated by the identical individual. It was not arduous to extrapolate and conclude that the person who walked within the entrance was their grasp.

Tom was stunned that somebody within the Anonymous District could be keen to tackle disciples, however finally he held nothing greater than passing curiosity. Nobody interfered because the middle-aged man walked as much as the Dungeons entrance and shortly their whole group had descended into the depths.

So theres no entry payment.

The chatter round them appeared to accentuate as they approached the Dungeons entrance, although their whispers remained indecipherable from afar.

Earlier than they might even make contact with the mottled double-doors that guarded the doorway to the dungeon, a burly man that had a double-sided axe resting towards his shoulder lower them off.

Effectively, effectively, what do now we have right here? Two novices Ive by no means seen earlier than desperate to run off to their deaths, the burly dungeoneer sneered, his expression precisely conveying the contempt he felt for the duo.Learn newest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Solely

Sluggish and choreographed actions, Tom thought to himself as he sidestepped the assault.

A loud bang rang out because the greataxe bit deeply into the earth, leaving even Tom somewhat stunned by the sheer power behind it.

The weapons clearly too heavy for his stats. However, a minimum of hes not all silly.

The greataxe was solely a diversion for the true offensive and certainly, it had achieved effectively to cover the icy blue glow emanating from the burly mans free hand.

Tom as soon as once more pointed his [Revenant Claw] ahead, sending a flame lance careening outward.

As quickly because the ice shard within the brutes hand was totally materialised, it was met by a flame lance that utterly enveloped it.

Argh! The burly man set free an agonised cry. My hand! he cried once more as he tried to generate extra frost to chill the realm of affect.

There was no hesitation in Toms actions as he despatched an Earth Bullet crashing into the burly mans stomach, inflicting him to keel over onto the bottom.

Are you aware what the punishment for impersonating a Royal Knight is? Tom requested, his tone tinged with disgust.

The burly man met his gaze with worry in his eyes, his thoughts unable to puzzle collectively the sequence of occasions.

How might a beginner to the Anonymous District crush a whole staff by himself, with out taking any harm. A thought sparked in his head, his thoughts making the reference to a baseless hearsay he had heard just a few months in the past and casually dismissed. Phrase had it that Zakerans staff had been wiped by a lone traveller that had come from the Noble District. Again then, he had laughed the matter off, however.

Decreasing his tone to a whisper, in order that solely the burly man might hear him, Tom spoke,

Demise.

A second later, the [Revenant Claw] smashed into the mans cheek, knocking him into unconsciousness.

Silence reigned among the many different Dungeoneers that had been ready to enter the Zelez Dungeon, their incessant chatter quelled by Toms actions.

With out exchanging any additional feedback, Tom and Aleph stepped contained in the sixth sector of the Zelez Dungeon.