Tree Dungeon by Andrew Karevik

Author:Andrew Karevik [Karevik, Andrew]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-21T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 25

Things had returned to normal after the Age of a Thousand was gone. We reset the traps of the second floor and set another, lesser treasure of the necromancer in place of it. A sign had been posted, to inform adventurers who arrived seeking that treasure, that it was now gone. After all, I did not want people to waste their time searching for something that was no longer there. But, of course, just as Immix had told me as he planted the sign, the adventurers would not believe it. A great many of them were slain in one of the five rooms, in the hopes of getting a treasure that was not there.

A few managed to pass through the gate leading to the final treasure, only to be disappointed at what they found. A pile of gold, a few magical trinkets and a spell book was not comparable to immortality. Those survivors, with treasure in hand, would return to their cities and spread the stories that the amulet was now gone. It took six months for new adventurers to finally stop arriving in the hopes of finding the amulet.

Those six months, however, gave me an unparalleled source of magical power. The adventurers who died within were strong, far stronger than their contemporaries who were seeking their fortune in the first level. One death on the second level was equal to the death of a six man party on the first floor. The stronger the adventurers, the more powerful I was becoming.

I continued to grow in both directions, breaching deeper and deeper into the earth, sipping more of that ancient magic beneath the ground, while also stretching higher into the sky. Soon I could see the city of Oregmyer and even watch some of the activity on the outskirts. People were beginning to take notice of me, as well. More than a handful of scholars and botanists arrived to observe me from the outside. But once they realized that I was a dungeon, they were quick to shy away.

I did not mind the attention. It was nice having people arrive to observe me without the hopes of plundering and searching for treasure. At least, most of the attention was nice. There was one time, before the Advent of Fall, in which the leaves of the Feverwood would turn orange and a festival would begin, that I saw a strange kind of attention. Something that I still cannot find an answer to.

It was a crack in the air, as if some entity was trying to shift between dimensions but couldn’t quite do so. This crack was tiny, almost impossible to notice unless you were looking directly at it. Fortunately, my gaze was fixed towards that part of the Feverwood at the time, observing a few adventurers camping out before storming me in the morning.

It pulsed and writhed, pushing its way out, but too weak to cross into this dimension. It was not…magical in nature. At least, not arcane or divine. It did not radiate any form of energy like I had seen before.

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