Curse of Immortality
"Dammit!"
*Splash!
The next moment I knew, my whole vision darkened.
"Dammit...that I would experience a similar feeling from back then." Being inside the lake reminded me of when I was inside the liquid, where only darkness was to be seen.
"To think that this Rapha guy would blow me directly to the lake. At least it isn´t as bad as inside that dark lake from before." Even though I was sinking in the lake, I was still capable to see my surroundings, although my sight range was limited.
*Crack
"He did quite the damage on my body..." Seeing the cracks in my bones I couldn´t help but curses internally.
"Status"
[Status]
Name: ----
Level: 10
Race: Draugr (Undead)
Class: [Undead Warrior Lv.7]
Sub-Class: ----
Health: 132/1600
Mana: 86/230
Attribute Points: 0
Attributes: Strength: 39 Agility: 32 Intelligence: 23 Endurance: 31
[Talents] [Undead] [Sin of Wrath] [Reinforced Soul] [Superior Unique Concioness]
[Skills] [Lower Weapon Mastery Lv.1] [Miasma Corruption Lv.1] [Sprint Lv.1] [Shield Bash] [PiercingLv.1] [Wind Blade Lv.1]
[Remark: With your evolution of stepping through the Tier 2 Undead Although there is still a long way to reach. Your evolution broke the fate of you being as weak as a plain rock!]
"I almost died...maybe being thrown into the lake wasn´t that bad, after all..." As I was reading through my status I finally reached the bottom of the lake.
"It isn´t as deep as I thought, around 7 to 8 meters at best..." After stabilizing myself at the bottom of the lake I started to walk forward.
Although walking while surrounded by water was quite slow and annoying, I eventually got used to it.
*Thuad.
"Hm, what is this?" Glancing at the ground, there was some kind of resistance to where I was stepping.
Bending down to my knee and removing the sand, a familiar object came to my sight.
[Rusted sword]: A blade which long before has lost the ability to cut. Even though the edge is pathetically weak, It does have the ability to poison the ones that were cut by it...
"A Rusted sword huh...why would such a thing be here? Did someone throw it away from the top?" When I pulled the sword out of the sand I noticed a skeleton hand holding on the sword's handle.
"What the!" I quickly jumped back and pointed the sword towards the hand.
But no reaction.
"..."
Seeing it not move an inch I slightly tapped it with my sword and called upon this status internally.
[Non-Undead]: A corpse that has been for a long time contaminated by dead mana. If the corpse isn´t purified or isolated from dead mana, the processes of gaining undeath will take place.
"So this one will become an undead? Now that I take a better look around..." Ignoring the un-moving skeleton, I continued walking forward.
The more I walked, the neared to the surface was I getting at. Which resulted in brightening the lake more and thus improving the range where I could see.
As I continued walking for a few minutes I noticed something which made me freeze.
"What the hell happened here...?" That question wasn´t referring to the surrounding dead mana that was all over the place.
No.
My current sight range was about 15 meters.
What made me freeze was the sight of hundreds of [Non-Undead]! With various weapons at that too! Although rusted similar to the [Rusted Sword], it was still an amazing sight to see.
Some corpses were half-buried in the sand, while other ones were under some massive rocks, only for their unmoving hands to be seen.
"From where did so many bodies come from... it´s like a graveyard." I kept inspecting the various weapons in hopes to find something interesting. But as expected every single weapon here was rusted.
As I was walking past the many corpses. Suddenly, something grasped my leg tightly.
Getting startled by the sudden movement. I pulled my grasped leg and took few steps back.
Pointing my sword in the direction my leg grasped.
"..."
*shhh
*shhh
*shhh
Seeing the identity of the one that pulled my leg made my face turn weird (Not like I have a face).
"You are quite the unlucky fellow aren´t you..." The sight of a skeleton that was stuck between a 2-meter tall rock.
By the looks of it, the rock didn´t completely destroy this bottom half which usually can be considered good.
But this created a situation where the skeleton was trapped beneath the rock, making him unable to move for all internally...
"I guess that´s the part where immortality is truly a curse..." Seeing him attempting to pull himself out by dragging the nearby sand made me feel quite...dejected.
I lightly tapped this skull with my sword, which resulted in this status showing.
"Status"
[Status]
Name: ----
Level: 9
Race: Skeleton (Undead)
Class: ---
Sub-Class: ----
Health: 139/800
Mana: 150/150
Attribute Points: 0
Attributes: Strength: 21 Agility: 18 Intelligence: 15 Endurance: 19
[Talents] [Undead] [Determination] [False Concioness]
[Skills] [ [Miasma Corruption Lv.3]
[Remark: A long-lived Skeleton that experienced being trapped for decades.]
"So this guy was trapped for some decades...he even got some talents.
[False Concioness]: Being trapped in the same places for some amount of time resulted in this being to acquired a level of consciousness. Improves memory capacity.
[Determination]: By wanting to reach the same goal for some amount of time resulted in this being gain more motivation towards this goal. All skill costs are reduced by 5%.
"He has nice talents, but they don´t really help him in this situation, rather they work against him..."
After some hesitation, I walked beside the rock and moved it to the side.
Although it wasn´t easy, the 39 points of strength weren´t there for nothing.
*Boohm.
The movement of the rock made nearby sand raise.
"Just wait there to regenerate your legs..."
Seeing that the skeleton being finally free, I continued moving forward.
Seeing the massive rock being removed. The skeleton turned this sight at me and kept watching me leave.
The last thing this skeleton saw was the slight red glow of the runes that my sword had.
And similar to the glow of the runes. For just a few instances the eyes of the skeleton lighted up with the same glow as the runes had.
****
In the city of Nexvarres
Currently in the mansion of Darcy...
It was around evening at the time. Since their lord, Darius Darcy finished this meal around an hour ago, it was time for the maids to clean the main hall.
Around three maids were currently cleaning in the main hall.
One cleaned the expensive-looking vase while replacing the withered flowers with new ones.
Although they were simple flowers they had a special meaning behind them. With their pedals being white, while the inside being crimson red. It was named the [Rectitude Red Mary] and symbolize the crest of the family Darcy. The silver part represents the purity of their loyalty towards their kingdom while the red part represents the background story of the Darcy family.
Like the other two maids, they were simply cleaning the dust of various places in the main hall with their brooms.
As those maids were humming with a smile on her face.
The door suddenly opened and a crimson aura engulfed the entire room!
"CALL AESON! NOW!"
*Thiittt!
"Kagh!"
Though the sudden appearance of Rath screaming at top of this lungs and this aura that made it difficult for the maids to breathe, resulted in the maids falling with their buts first to the ground.
Sadly enough, the expensive-looking vase that contained the flowers which symbolized the whole darcy family didn´t survive...
Seeing that, the eyes of the maid who took care of the vase started to tremble lightly.
W-Would I will be made to pay for that...
Although Rapha completely ignored the despaired that this poor maid was facing. He was about to start screaming again but got interrupted by an old man's voice.
"What happened captain Rapha? For you to be so lou-"
"Merrick! Stop talking none sense and call Sir Aeson! The young master is injured!" Although Merrick, the head butler wasn´t happy with the way Rapha talked to him. Seeing the blood that was coming out of their young master's chest he nodded this head with a frown on this face.
"Understood. Bring the Young master in this room and I will call Sir Aeton."
Having said that, he pulled some kind of circular metal plate with a red crystal in the middle and started screaming orders at the device.
Rapha Immidedly went to Allens Darcy's room and put him on this bed while undressing this chest. After he finished a big scar on Allen's chest could be seen.
"O-oh god..." As Rapha was despairing through the following events. The door suddenly opened for a 1.90 meters tall man with golden blond hair with a pure white staff in this hand. With this golden long hair and these golden eyes, most people would consider him as a man that had the highest tier of handsomes.
"Rapha, what happened to Alle- God! What the heck happened!? How did he-Fuck! Everyone! Get out of the room! I need all my focus in hopes to fix this wound!" Without being able to refute Aeson, everyone within their room was kicked out. The last thing they heard was some chants.
As Rapha was in front of the door, he remembered how all this happened.
"Rapha Bloodmane..."
On how all this was for a simple mistake! A moment of carelessness!
If it wasn´t for the fact of losing my cool in the heat of the battle, master Allen wouldn´t...
"RAPHA! What happened to Allen!?" A voice that resembled thunder.
Turning this head, Rapha saw for the first time this service in the Darcy family the enraged look of this Lord, Darius Darcy.
Darius Darcy with the crimson robe looked that bathed in blood and plate armor that only covered this chest up to this neck was to been seen. In the middle of this plate armor was a symbol that symbolized the rank that the kingdom acknowledge.
And the Symbol that Darius Darcy wore was one of the great mage class!
Seeing this lord being equipped with this war robe. This gaze instantly went to the ground.
"I failed you...my Lord."