Vikram

Karna was walking in the late night, the moon was shinning and the light landed on his near snow white skin, his red hair flowed in the wind as he walked too the area, as he arrived there, he saw the Gate, as then he saw many hunters waiting the, about 9 - 12 people, as Infront of all them, with a gaitn sword asn shield was an Shield type hunter, he has yellow eyes, black hair, and wearing a silver outfit, he was relaxing and counting people, this was Vikarm.

Karna walked toward the group, his gaze locked on Vikram, the Shield-type Hunter. As the moonlight illuminated his path, the cool night air seemed to wrap around him like a cloak, carrying the faint hum of the city's distant noises. His stride was steady, unhurried, but purposeful.

Vikram, still counting, paused for a moment as his sharp yellow eyes scanned the crowd. His eyes narrowed, clearly noticing the newcomer. The man's presence had an aura of quiet power about it, the kind that came with experience. It didn't take long before Vikram spoke up, breaking the silence of the night.

"12 people to go to a Ghost Type Dungeon, good." Vikram muttered aloud, his voice calm but commanding. Then, he stopped counting again, his gaze sweeping over the group once more. "Wait, there should be one more here."

Karna's footsteps were the only sound that followed as he stepped into the group, his eyes meeting Vikram's with quiet determination.

"Looks like I'm the last one." Karna's voice was steady, almost a challenge. "I'm here to join the raid."

Vikram's yellow eyes studied Karna for a long moment, sizing him up. He noticed the red-haired man's confident stance, the way he walked like he belonged. There was something different about Karna. Vikram's grip on his shield tightened slightly, his instincts alert, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he gave a nod and gestured to the other hunters.

"Alright, I'll be counting on you then," Vikram said, his voice cutting through the silence. "We've got a Ghost Type Dungeon to clear, and every hand counts."

He turned to the rest of the group, the other hunters shifting slightly in response to the new addition. Karna could feel the eyes of the other hunters on him, each of them sizing him up, making their own judgments. Some were clearly skeptical, others curious, but all were here for the same purpose—clear the dungeon and survive.

Karna didn't mind the scrutiny. He had faced worse.

Vikram raised his voice, now addressing everyone. "Listen up, the dungeon we're heading into is known for its difficult terrain. Ghost-type dungeons are tricky, especially with the monsters that lurk inside. We've got to stick together and watch each other's backs. No one goes off on their own."

Karna nodded, mentally preparing himself for the upcoming raid. He wasn't just here to fight; he was here to learn. And perhaps, with a bit of luck, unlock something new from this dungeon.

The group started to gather their gear, weapons being checked and adjusted. Some hunters whispered amongst themselves, sharing rumors about the dungeon and the creatures that haunted it. Vikram seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, scanning the group one last time.

"You ready?" Vikram asked Karna, his voice direct, but with a hint of curiosity.

Karna's response was a calm nod. "Always."

And with that, the group began to move toward the gate, the night air growing colder as they prepared to step into the unknown.

The gate loomed in front of them, an imposing structure of dark stone, the edges flickering with an eerie glow. The Ghost-type Dungeon awaited them beyond. Karna stood at the front of the group, feeling the weight of the unknown pressing down on him. The group of hunters behind him shuffled with purpose, adjusting their gear and murmuring among themselves.

Vikram stepped forward and raised his hand, signaling the group to stop.

"We'll enter in formation," Vikram said, his voice steady and commanding. "I'll take point, Karna, you take the rear. The rest of you—stay sharp and keep your eyes open."

The hunters nodded in unison, falling into place. Karna looked around, noticing the mix of emotions on their faces—some confident, some wary. He didn't blame them. Ghost-type dungeons were known for their unpredictable nature, and this one had a reputation for being particularly treacherous.

Vikram's hand grasped the gate's handle, and with a creak that echoed through the silent night, the gate swung open. The group filed through, stepping into the darkness beyond. The air inside felt colder, heavier, with an unsettling stillness that made it feel as though the very walls were watching them.

Karna's senses immediately heightened. He could feel the presence of something, an ancient energy pulsing beneath the surface. He wasn't sure whether it was the dungeon itself or something more sinister, but he could tell this wouldn't be a normal raid.

The group moved forward, weapons drawn. Karna's eyes scanned the surroundings, looking for any sign of movement. The ground beneath their feet was uneven, and the stone walls were slick with moisture, causing an occasional echo as they moved.

Vikram led the way, his shield at the ready, his eyes darting from side to side as he scanned every shadow and crevice. The others followed closely, their weapons drawn, ready for whatever came next.

The deeper they went into the dungeon, the more intense the atmosphere became. A faint whisper echoed through the air, a cold, hollow voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. It made the hairs on the back of Karna's neck stand up.

Karna felt a twinge of unease, but he didn't show it. Instead, he focused on his breathing and the flow of mana through his body. He had been in difficult situations before, but something about this place felt different. The dungeon was alive in a way that made him question just how much it had been here before them.

Suddenly, a chill ran through the air, and a gust of wind swept through the narrow hallway, extinguishing their torches. The group halted, instinctively tightening their grips on their weapons.

"Stay alert," Vikram said, his voice low but firm. "It's close."

Karna's eyes narrowed as he felt the shift in the air. Something was coming. He could sense it.

Then, from the shadows ahead, a figure materialized—a ghostly apparition, its form translucent and shifting like smoke. It had glowing eyes that pierced through the darkness, and its ethereal body floated effortlessly above the ground. It hissed, its voice like the scraping of nails on stone.

"A banshee," Vikram muttered. "Told you this place was trouble."

The banshee let out an ear-splitting wail, its voice echoing through the dungeon and sending vibrations through the very walls. The air grew colder still, and the ground beneath their feet trembled.

Karna felt the urge to step forward, to take the fight head-on, but he remembered Vikram's instructions. He stayed at the back, ready to strike if needed.

The rest of the hunters spread out, forming a defensive line. Some of them started casting spells, while others prepared to charge.

Vikram was the first to act. With a swift motion, he raised his shield, stepping forward to absorb the impact of the banshee's wail. It hit him like a wave, but he held firm, his shield glowing with protective magic.

"Go!" Vikram shouted, and the group sprang into action.

One of the hunters, a mage, unleashed a fireball at the banshee, but it passed straight through the creature's form. Another hunter, an archer, shot an arrow, but it too failed to make contact, the projectile vanishing into the air as the banshee flickered around it.

Karna's mind raced. He needed a way to deal with this creature, something other than brute force. As he observed the fight, he noticed the ghostly figure seemed to be distorting around the attacks, almost as if it was a projection of some kind.

"Focus on the core!" Karna called out, stepping forward slightly. "Its true form isn't the whole body. It's somewhere in the center!"

Vikram's eyes shifted to Karna, impressed by his insight. "Everyone, target the core!" he commanded.

The group's attacks shifted focus, aiming for the center of the banshee's form. Karna charged forward, using his newfound skills in Aqua Resistance to boost his speed. His sword, imbued with solar energy, glowed brightly as he prepared to strike.

The banshee screeched again, but this time, it was too late. Karna swung his sword with all his might, and as the blade made contact with the ethereal core, a burst of light exploded, the ghostly form disintegrating into smoke and dissipating into the air.

The dungeon grew silent again, the oppressive feeling lifting as the creature vanished.

Karna stood in the center of the group, his sword still glowing with residual energy. The others were catching their breath, clearly surprised by the speed of the fight. Vikram, who had been the first to step up, gave Karna a respectful nod.

"Impressive," Vikram said.

Karna smirked, wiping the sweat off his brow. "Just getting started."

The group continued to move deeper into the dungeon, knowing that more challenges awaited them. But Karna felt a surge of excitement. This was only the beginning.

Karna then saw a few ghost lied up, they were ready to use a spell, as Vikram was ready to use a skill to protect the people them he saw Karna, as Karna ready his spear, as then he used a [Solar Impalement] his Spear was covered in solar energy, as then killed all 3 then in one blow, as then he stopped, as he looked at the ghost who had turned into that of dust as then they became monster crystal.

The ghosts crumbled to dust, their forms disintegrating into nothingness, leaving only faint wisps of ethereal remnants. The silence that followed the burst of light was almost deafening. Karna stood tall, his spear still glowing with the residual solar energy from the Solar Impalement. The three ghostly figures that had been preparing their spells were now reduced to nothing more than dust, and the faint shimmer of monster crystals began to materialize from their ashes.

Vikram, who had been preparing to block their spells, paused for a moment, watching in awe as Karna's swift attack had decimated the enemies before he could even act. His eyes narrowed, analyzing Karna's technique.

"Well, I'll be damned," Vikram muttered under his breath, clearly impressed by the power Karna had just displayed. "That was... faster than I expected."

Karna relaxed his grip on the spear, the solar energy dissipating as he slowly lowered the weapon. He turned to face Vikram, his expression calm, though the fire in his eyes still burned with intensity.

"Solar Impalement," Karna said, his voice steady. "It's a sub skill I recently acquired. I guess I'm still getting used to it, but... seems effective."

The rest of the group, who had been watching the brief exchange, murmured in surprise. The remaining hunters, mostly mages and ranged fighters, looked at Karna with a mix of awe and curiosity. They had expected this dungeon to be a drawn-out battle, but Karna's single strike had wiped out three formidable ghost-like creatures in the blink of an eye.

Vikram, a seasoned warrior with a sharp eye for talent, approached Karna with a small grin. "Looks like I made the right call bringing you along. That skill of yours... it's not something many hunters can wield."

Karna didn't boast. He simply nodded, his gaze scanning the dungeon's eerie surroundings. "We're not done yet," he said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "There's more to this place than meets the eye."

Vikram motioned for the group to continue moving forward. "You heard him, everyone, keep your guard up. We've got a long way to go before we hit the core of this dungeon."

As the group continued their trek through the winding, dark corridors, the air grew colder, and the shadows seemed to stretch further. Karna felt the weight of the dungeon's oppressive atmosphere pressing down on them. Something told him that this was just the beginning, that the dungeon had far more to throw at them.

But Karna was prepared. The Solar Impalement skill had shown him just a taste of his potential, and he knew that if things escalated, he would be ready. With each step deeper into the dungeon, the thrill of the challenge surged through him. It was exactly what he had been seeking—a test, a battle, a chance to prove his strength.

The group eventually reached a large chamber, a cavernous space with high ceilings. The walls were covered in glowing, ancient runes that pulsed with an eerie light, casting shadows that seemed to dance in the corners. The temperature dropped even further, and Karna could see his breath condense in the cold air.

Vikram raised his hand, signaling for everyone to halt. He motioned for the hunters to spread out, their formation tight and ready for anything.

"Keep your eyes open," Vikram whispered. "We're nearing the heart of this dungeon."

Before anyone could react, a chilling laughter echoed through the chamber. It wasn't a human laugh. It was something far more sinister, a sound that sent a shiver down Karna's spine.

A figure materialized in the center of the chamber, its form flickering in and out of existence. It was tall and gaunt, with pale, skeletal features and tattered robes that fluttered despite the absence of wind. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural light, and its presence radiated malice.

The banshee's wail from earlier had been nothing compared to this entity. Karna could feel the aura of this new foe—a powerful being far beyond the ghostly apparitions they had faced so far.

The creature's voice echoed once more, this time more menacing. "Foolish hunters. You think you can traverse my domain? You shall pay for your intrusion with your souls."

Vikram raised his shield, his expression grim. "Get ready," he barked to the group. "This is the true test. Stay focused, and remember your training."

Karna gripped his spear tightly, the solar energy already beginning to surge around him, ready for another battle. He could feel the power of the Solar Impalement building within him, but this enemy would require more than just a simple strike.

The group began to spread out, preparing their attacks. Magic spells were summoned, weapons were drawn, and the tension in the air was palpable. Karna's eyes locked onto the creature, sizing it up.

This was no ordinary foe. It was something ancient, something powerful, and it had no intention of letting them leave unscathed.

But Karna wasn't about to back down. He'd come here for a challenge, and now, he was going to face it head-on. The dungeon's heart had awakened, and it was time for him to rise to the occasion.

To be continued

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