The sight of what was in front of him simply left him speechless. The change of atmosphere from being in an endless cesspool to a fully lit space overwhelmed him.
After making a deal with Guardian, the vision of him had blackened again, but this time he knew it was not the end.
What was in front of him was a huge room: a space large enough to hold hundreds of people and with room to spare, and a ceiling so high that you had to look all the way up. The walls were white, adorned with a variety of gold decorations. Hanging from the ceiling, rows of opulent chandeliers made of rainbow-colored gemstones that gave off a fantastic glow. From the end of the hall to the vicinity where he was, a total of fifty giant pillars with different patterns were lined up and in the center of these pillars, as if it were a path, a huge carpet marked the path from the entrance. from the living room is the place where he was.
There was a low staircase that had about ten stairs adorned with gold and silver in the central area of the room and at the top was a majestic golden throne with a light red padding, on that golden throne he was sitting.
Behind the throne was a stained glass window that allowed the passage of natural light, the design of this was a coat of arms or flag, it consisted of two immense glass panels, one black and the other white, in the center of this was an imposing interconnected tree being the section of the tree that was in the black zone, white color and the section of the tree that was in the white zone, black color; around the tree were ten stars, five white and five black, with the same theme as the tree in the center, white stars in the black area and black stars in the white area; and on the upper part of this tree was a crown with the same theme of inverse colors to denote an absolute balance.
To anyone else, that glass would have simply been a stained glass window with a strange and extravagant design, but nothing familiar.
But he knew what it was, and that made him happy.
"Perfect!" he exclaimed.
"The old man was not lying." he knew it, that flag had been designed by himself, it was a flag for a role-playing game.
"My lord, is something wrong?" The words came from a female voice that had genuine concern in his voice.
Slowly directing his gaze to the source of the female voice, which belonged to a figure standing next to the throne, his blindness due to his shock had prevented him from noticing it.
On her body was a pure white dress. Paired with his dress, her silver hair that had a few streaks of pink, which was clipped on the sides to shoulder length but the back of him extended to roughly her shoulder blades.
Although her jade irises and vertical cat-like pupils were peculiar, she was an impeccable beauty. On his forehead was positioned a beautiful silver tiara with golden lines and from the tips of the tiara that was on his left and right temples had a beautiful design of protruding metallic wings, and on his back there were a pair of wings with white feathers as pure as freshly fallen snow. Perhaps because of the wing-shaped tiara and her delicately combed hair, her smile seemed to belong to a beautiful angel, intelligent and calculating, but kind in her own way.
She was a woman whose beauty could be classified as exotic.
The upper part of her dress was close to her body, which allowed her perfectly balanced feminine figure to be easily visualized, while her long cross-cut skirt revealed the objective of allowing free mobility in her design, a kind of white choker with lines and Golden edging completely covered his neck and part of it extended slightly towards his shoulders and chest. Her arms were covered by silk gloves that gave her a delicate appearance.
He knew who she was, or at least suspected who it might be; her appearance perfectly matched the description of a character he had created.
If he wasn't wrong, her name should be Keil, the hand of the king.
He wasn't quite sure, but based on the background fragments he remembered. She was the character who supervised the nine Generals of the castle, but at the same time she was also the person closest to the lord of the castle, that meant that her rank was above all the other inhabitants of the castle.
He stared at who he thought she might be Keil and wondered "Is it really her?"
He unreservedly looked at Keil with sharp eyes as he analyzed the situation; the more he thought about it, the more surreal it all seemed. He decided to give the most casual comment possible.
"And you are….?"
For some reason, the one who looked like Keil put a slight smile on her face as he retreated a few steps from the throne.
"Of course, a being as exalted as you should not waste your time remembering an insignificant insect like me" Holding the hems of her skirt at the height of her thighs, I make a perfect bow before continuing to speak "This humble being who is in your presence is Keil. "
That confirmed it, if she was Keil; the same Keil who was designed as a character for his role-playing game, the same Keil who was the penultimate Boss of the castle. Remembering her stats, a chill ran down her spine.
"Keil right?" He asked a rhetorical question as he started, she only nodded "I guess you know who I am right?"
Keil nodded before replying "You are my lord and master."
"Mmm ... Explain."
Keil swallowed with difficulty and her body suddenly tensed, it seemed that her words had caused some kind of concern in her.
Waiting for her did not matter to him, because internally he was surprised at himself, the voice that came from his lips did not correspond with the voice he had before arriving at this place.
His voice was much thicker and deeper than he remembered, it seemed to belong to a villain from some anime or movie. Why had his voice changed?
But the next words stunned him.
"You are Zark Ar Zathot, the ruler of Castle Damenburg."
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"Repeat what you said." His lord Zark's voice echoed through the throne room.
Keil knew that he had made a grave mistake in interrupting the lord's thoughts of him.
But he was unable not to.
Her words of "Perfect" and "The old man was not lying" alarmed her terribly, she knew that something was happening to her beloved lord, but she apparently had made a terrible mistake.
Her lord didn't need her, he was simply immersed in her thoughts; she was stupid for not realizing that, but it was too late, she had wronged her lord, for which she deserved whatever punishment he appointed.
For that reason nervousness and uncertainty were slowly but surely rising inside Keil. Making him wait for an answer would simply aggravate the situation.
"You are Lord Zark Ar Zathot, ruler of life and death, master of magic, and overlord of Damenburg Castle."
Her lord kept her gaze fixed on her. He perhaps he was examining her words for disloyalty.
Abruptly Zark struck one of the arms of the throne. Keil only uttered a low cry due to the sudden action of his lord. The uncertainty inside Keil increased.
To allay his fears, Keil asked "My lord, are you alright?" The bewildered Keil asked that of her lord as she approached; she was close enough to her to allow her master to feel the scent she emitted. Being a cinnamon perfume.
At this bold move Zark flinched slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
"No ... it's nothing ..." The single purple-dotted shadows that were her lord's eyes were fixed directly on her, his cold gaze roaming her body examining her as if she were a piece of meat for sale.
"If there is anything you require from me, you just have to ask, I will be happy to do so."
With a slight wave of her lord's hand, Keil realized that she must move away from her, and cautiously took a few steps back.
Zark looked at his left hand as he was making slight movements, it seemed that he was checking something ... maybe he was thinking what spell to use on it as punishment?
If he decided to hurt her, she would not resist; he was her master, he could do whatever he wanted with her, there was nothing more pleasing to Keil than to bow in total submission to her lord.
Hearing the name her, Keil was an indication that the old man's words were true, but he still had the doubt of him; but hearing the name of Zark Ar Zathot and knowing that he was Zark. He made her think. "The old man was not joking, he did not lie when he said that he would give me Zark's body" Zark Ar Zathot was a fictional character I believe by himself as the final Boss for his most recent role-playing campaign, unfortunately that campaign was never started. On the other hand, Damenburg Castle was the location where Zark and his subordinates were found, the villain's lair, the origin of all evil. A closed-minded person would think that all this was unheard of, insane, that it couldn't be real. Feel their common sense disintegrating, at the same time that they would feel restless. He was different, throughout the conversation with the old man he remained calm, a couple of things were able to unbalance his logical and rational thinking. In hi
Damenburg Castle, a huge and imposing structure that is located inside the deepest, darkest and most chilling forest; On the periphery of the castle, dark mountains frame a valley that lets a breeze of spectral sound flow. Delimiting the castle's territory, there is a robust solid stone defensive wall, capable of resisting any type of attack, be it mundane or magical; Thanks to the great anti-siege engineering that was used in its construction together with the powerful enchantments that were used, they make the walls of Damenburg Castle practically indestructible. Inside the impassable wall is what gives this place its name, the Damenburg Castle itself; a structure of a combination of designs between the classic Gothic architecture of the Middle Ages in conjunction with an outstanding style of the Renaissance period, combining both architectural styles in such a way that the only word to describe the place is ... Impressive. The entire northern secti
Although Keil was apparently friendly, would the other inhabitants of the castle be the same?As he thought about how to resolve his doubts, he fixed his gaze directly on Keil.She had a slight smile on her face. She could be described as beautiful but she also had an air of being a concerned smile that was apparently hiding something, which gave him a bad feeling.Was the loyalty of the castle dwellers immutable?If her loyalty could be broken, then what could he do not to lose her?Give them rewards? In theory there was a treasury in the castle. But he wasn't sure what was in that place, or if that would be enough to guarantee his loyalty.Then he remembered something fundamental that worked in his world.The power. If he has the power, then he has the power to be above all, the power to dominate them all, the power to destroy them all.He reached out his hand for the staff and as if there was a connection, it moved towards h
Zark, following Keil herself; Walking through the throne room towards the exit, he came to the front of a large door on the other side of the room. Rising more than seven meters, this masterful double door was meticulously engraved with an Angel on the right panel and a demon on the left panel. The engraving was so vivid that he felt like they might jump out of the door and start attacking. As if the door had some kind of consciousness, it slowly opened automatically. Leaving the throne room behind. They came to a huge dome-shaped room. A large four-color crystal embedded in the ceiling emitted rays of white light. There were seventy-two niches in the wall, each of which had a support for a statue, but they were empty which gave the place an appearance of desolation. As they advanced, he noticed that ahead there were some humanoid figures waiting, they looked like part of the castle staff. The first servant to catch his eye was a young butler
After exiting the teleportation room, the scenery of the luxurious corridor had changed to a dark corridor. At the end of the path he could see a large wooden door reinforced with metal bands, from under these an artificial light filtered.Zark, led by Keil, walked through the passage to the door.The door opened automatically the moment Keil was close enough. On the other side was a large arena, surrounding it were several layers of auditorium-type seating.This oval amphitheater had a length of one hundred and eighty-eight meters, a width of one hundred and fifty-six meters, and a height of forty-eight meters. This place could easily recall the great Roman Colosseum.The lighting in the place was as bright as daylight, and although it was a huge space, the entire amphitheater was covered, it was impressive that something so large was inside a building.But something made this place have a gloomy atmosphere, and that was the non-existence of an au
While being dragged Nyos replied "Well yes, but it's more fun the way I do it, don't you think?"When they were close enough, Keil let go of Nyos's hair like it was trash and put on a terrifying expression that only Nyos could see "Present yourself the right way!"Unable to resist Keil's intimidation, Nyos trembled slightly as his carefree stance was changed to a totally firm one."Yeah… Well…" With a much more terrifying look from Keil, Nyos was able to loosen his tongue and speak, although more than speaking, it was a prolonged shout "I am Nyos Minska! General of the Tower of Art and custodian of the west wing of the castle!""It's nice… see you?… Nyos. I hope I'm not interrupting anything "those were Zark's words; Although he himself had not realized that, his words conveyed enough calm and kindness to calm Nyos, who was in a tense situation on the part of Keil.Although Zark's words must have shown that there was no
If Nyos was slender, thin, with little muscle (ideal for a gymnast) and dressed in light and elegant clothing; Frey was the opposite, his body constitution was massive in comparison, he was about 2.20 meters tall and although he was not visible, his body seemed to overflow with muscles. The most noticeable thing about Frey was his equipment. On his body was jet black plate armor with silver edges at the plate joints. The helmet had a vaguely tower-like appearance; It did not have vecera, there was only a cross design in the area of its face that allowed visibility to the outside, but due to the style of the helmet (and the enchantments it had) it was impossible to see any detail of the face, allowing only to see an empty black. On his neck and waving on his back, is in an outstanding crimson cape of incredible quality, without hindering Frey's movement, the cape moved with total tranquility with light and fluid movements. The shoulder pads o
All of the featured characters possessed a combination of race, classes, and items that made them fearsome enemies, and some of them even possessed abilities that could be considered cheating (one of them was Zark and Frey himself, although there were others).In theory, each prominent character in the castle was as dangerous or even more dangerous than a player character.So only a few could rival in power.Considering the above, something occurred to him."What if it allowed you to fight each other? Something like a friendly showdown. "They both looked at each other (Nyos and Frey), the proposal was unexpected."Can we ...? - Nyos started."And I conclude the sentence Frey "... do it?"Zark nodded before replying "they can do it, as long as they avoid lethal attacks.""Oohh.""Oohh."They both seemed positively surprised by Zark's proposal, that was good, but he had to do a few things first."Befo