Viridian Gate Online: Darkling Siege (The Viridian Gate Archives Book 7) by James Hunter

Author:James Hunter [Hunter, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: virtual reality MMO litRPG role playing steampunk, science fiction thriller sword sorcery superhero, cyberpunk apocalyptic dystopian quest gamelit, action horror dark epic metaphysical dungeon core, wizard mage shapeshifter warrior thief assassin
Publisher: Shadow Alley Press
Published: 2020-01-27T16:00:00+00:00

Temple of Forgotten Waters

IT CAME AS NO SHOCK whatsoever when the ancient Vog Lorekeeper guided us to the derelict ruins at the end of the twisting gorge where I’d almost died a handful of nights before—half my body pulverized by a hulking stone guardian. The Temple of Forgotten Waters. Osmark’s words drifted back to me as we wound around the final bend and stepped into the enormous cavern housing the pillared temple, set flush with the rockface. I’m fairly certain you’ll find a guide with access to this node. It seemed Osmark was right again, though it did make me question both what else he knew and how much he hadn’t told me.

“Heads up, Jack,” Abby whispered, lightly running her hand along my forearm. “We’ve got mobs up ahead.”

Her staff lit up, the runic bands spiraling around the wood burning fire-engine red. On my left, Cutter disappeared in a blink as he dropped into Stealth, though a faint blue outline still lingered around his frame, showing me where he was since we were on the same team. The formless stone golems had respawned since I’d turned them into playground gravel, and they weren’t alone; the behemoth satyr guardian was back, waiting beside the shadowy entryway that led into the temple proper.

“Lower your weapons,” Zendu the Lorekeeper urged, lifting his hands and frantically waving us down. “These will not harass you, not while in my presence. They are only here to keep outsiders away from the more dangerous creatures within. Be calm of spirit and mind while in this place.” He turned to face the guardians, who were now barring our path, and held up his green walking stick. “As Lorekeeper of the Lost Heaven Caste, I bid you stand down. These guests are freely invited into our most sacred place without coercion or threat of force. Grant them safe passage while we turn our eyes to the true histories.”

The hulking earthen golems grunted, huge legs grinding together as they formed up into two columns, creating a pathway through the cavern that ended at the temple. The satyr guardian, likewise, moved from the entryway, standing sentry beside the oversized doorway, its lifeless gaze fixed on some unseen thing out of sight.

Cutter reappeared, casting off his Stealth, though refusing to stow his weapons. Both daggers were clenched in white-knuckled fists—a reaction that seemed totally reasonable given the circumstances.

“Bloody hell, but I don’t like this,” he said, eyeballing the golems standing statue still. “I mean, I’m not ever one to turn my back on a dungeon with good loot potential, but this place makes my skin crawl.”

I had to agree. Everything about this situation sent up red flag after red flag, but curiosity blazed inside me like the sun at noonday. Just what was inside the Temple of Forgotten Waters? And what about the Fail-safes that Osmark had mentioned earlier? What role did they play and why were they so dangerous? The only way to get to the bottom of those questions was to follow the old shaman through those doors.

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