In the vast cavern of the 100th floor, a grandiose spectacle unfolds. Glowing statues and gigantic furnishings adorn the space, creating an atmosphere of both awe and mystique. At the heart of this cavern lies the Elder Dragon, peacefully relaxed amidst a pile of glittering gold and scattered artifacts. It seems dragons truly know how to live the life.
Wait… I think, the Dragon might actually be sleeping…
As I step onto the floor, a sense of irony strikes me. Here I am, occupying the Seat of Sloth within Sinful, yet the dragons surpass even my expertise in the art of slumber. Nevertheless, this challenge is unlike any I've faced before.
Under the veil of invisibility, I make my way towards the colossal creature. My mind races with the knowledge obtained from Chae Nayun, painting a vivid picture of the formidable monster that lies before me. I hadn't come prepared for this encounter on the 100th floor, but necessity has a way of forcing adaptability.
Drawing on the teachings of the Great Sage's Breathing method, I regulate my breath to maintain a calm facade. With a surge of magic power, I conjure my undead creations – the Bicorn, Gorgon Witch, Wyvern Knight, and Silver Ape. Boss monsters of the 92nd to 95th floors, now diminished to a mere one-fourth of their original strength, yet potent enough to serve as valuable cannon fodder..
Necromancy has never been my strong suit, and my casting method is far from orthodox. Nevertheless, these creatures are my arsenal, my allies in this precarious undertaking. With a circular motion of my hand and a whispered command, the undead minions materialize around me.
The Elder Dragon stirs, sensing the disturbance in its realm. Its eyes flicker open, a gleam of recognition and curiosity. In this cavern of opulence and danger, the stage is set for a battle of wills and wits. As the dragon's gaze narrows in on the intruders, I brace myself for the tumultuous confrontation that awaits.
Remaining unseen, I mentally tether myself to the undead creations, my necromantic link pulsating with their eerie un-life. The Silvery Ape, once a flesh-and-blood creature, now wields a club made of bone. It charges at the Elder Dragon, each step sending shockwaves through the piles of gold and treasures, disrupting the opulent surroundings.
The Elder Dragon narrows its massive, ancient eyes, observing the skeletal Undead Silver Ape with a tone of disdain, "Impudent," it rumbles, a low growl that reverberates through the cavernous lair. I sense its intelligence, a formidable foe indeed.
With a mystical incantation, the Elder Dragon utters its Spirit Speech, a command to the magic in the air. "Fall," it declares, and the Undead Silver Ape tumbles backward as if tripping over an unseen obstacle.
Seizing the opportunity, the Zombified Bicorn, utilizing its spatial movement ability, materializes behind the Elder Dragon. Its horn connects with the ancient beast, releasing a deadly curse that begins to snake across its skin and scales. However, the Elder Dragon seems unfazed.
In a calculated move, the Death Wyvern Knight descends from above, wings slicing through the air. My frown deepens as the Elder Dragon appears nonchalant in the face of the combined assault. I command the Zombified Gorgon Witch to take guard through my necromantic influence, fortifying our defenses.
Softly, I remark to the unfolding chaos, "I am just getting started." The battle with the Elder Dragon has only just begun, and my necromantic prowess will prove to be a force to be reckoned with.
The cavern echoes with the Elder Dragon's resonant voice as it initiates another round of Spirit Speech. "Purify, Heal, Mend," the incantations flow seamlessly, a trifecta of magical restoration. The Elder Dragon, a master of arcane energies, purges itself of the afflictions the Bicorn's cursed horns left behind, cleansing its majestic form with just a few uttered words.
Although the Bicorn's horns remain embedded in the Elder Dragon's flesh, their tenure is short-lived. The dragon's tail flicks with a casual yet forceful motion, dislodging the offending appendages. The Elder Dragon responds with swift and destructive prowess, swinging its mighty claws in a devastating arc. Simultaneously, the Death Wyvern Knight, spear poised for an attack, moves with incredible speed.
In a last-minute act, the Elder Dragon invokes Spirit Speech once more, commanding, "Slow." The Wyvern Knight visibly decelerates, its speed reduced a notch below the Elder Dragon's impending onslaught. The dragon's colossal claws descend with crushing force, targeting the Death Knight riding the winged creature.
Seizing control of the situation, the Elder Dragon extends its dominion with Dragon Domination. The Undead Wyvern, once an autonomous entity, succumbs to the Elder Dragon's will. "Become mine," the Elder Dragon utters, cementing its control over the undead creature. The tide of the battle shifts as the Elder Dragon asserts its dominance over both the living and the undead.
The battlefield rumbles beneath me as I struggle to maintain control over the Undead Wyvern. The Elder Dragon's presence is overwhelming, and I can feel my necromantic grip slipping away.
In the midst of the chaos, the Elder Dragon seizes my Death Knight in its colossal claws, crushing it mercilessly. I grit my teeth, my focus divided between the falling Death Knight and the weakening control over the Wyvern.
Desperation fuels my actions as I redirect my attention to the Zombified Gorgon Witch. With a mental command, the medusa-like creature unleashes its Petrifying Gaze upon the Undead Wyvern. The air crackles with dark energy as the monstrous eyes lock onto the undead beast.
Sensing the impending danger, I swiftly invoke my [Not Here] ability, pulling the Undead Silver Ape and the Zombified Bicorn out of the Gorgon Witch's Petrifying Gaze. The Undead Wyvern, however, is not so fortunate.
As the Gorgon Witch's power takes hold, the Undead Wyvern begins its transformation into stone. Time seems to slow, but the Elder Dragon is not one to be outdone. With a surge of magical energy, the colossal creature resists the petrification, its scales gradually turning gray.
A booming proclamation echoes across the battlefield, "TURN TO STONE!" The Elder Dragon's sonorous voice reverberates through the air, and my heart sinks. The Gorgon Witch, caught in the Elder Dragon's spell, succumbs to the transformation too quickly for me to intervene.
In the blink of an eye, my powerful minion is turned to stone, and I am left grappling with the realization that the tides of this battle are slipping further from my grasp.
As I stand on the sidelines, my focus remains on honing my necromantic skills. The petrified Elder Dragon looms in the distance, a testament to the ongoing battle. The temptation to join the fray tugs at me, but I resist. After all, what better way to refine my abilities than in the chaos of combat?
Anyways, I have my Undead Silver Ape ride my Zombified Bicorn! Behold, its final form! I command my Zombified Bicorn to advance. The amalgamation of undead creatures takes its final form, a grotesque yet powerful combination. The Silver Ape swings its club with precision, targeting the petrified section of the Elder Dragon. Cracks begin to emerge on the dragon's stony exterior, and it roars in response.
"You impudent fool, think that I cannot see you!" bellows the Elder Dragon, its voice echoing through the battlefield. I freeze. How did it detect me? I should be perfectly invisible. Panic sets in as the dragon turns its gaze directly toward me.
"You foolish demi, think with your authority you can lord over me? Think again! I have finished my calculations and have inversely deduced your soul’s fluctuations!" taunts the Elder Dragon, its words dripping with disdain. Soul fluctuations? That sounds oddly familiar, a method of detection I'm quite familiar with. What's going on with this Elder Dragon? It shouldn't be this talkative.
I mutter to myself, "Damn, soul fluctuations, huh? Sounds like we share a detection technique." The realization hits me, and I can't help but question the unexpected verbosity of the supposedly ancient and fearsome creature.
In the vast cavern of the 100th floor, a grandiose spectacle unfolds. Glowing statues and gigantic furnishings adorn the space, creating an atmosphere of both awe and mystique. At the heart of this cavern lies the Elder Dragon, peacefully relaxed amidst a pile of glittering gold and scattered artifacts. It seems dragons truly know how to live the life.
Wait… I think, the Dragon might actually be sleeping…
As I step onto the floor, a sense of irony strikes me. Here I am, occupying the Seat of Sloth within Sinful, yet the dragons surpass even my expertise in the art of slumber. Nevertheless, this challenge is unlike any I've faced before.
Under the veil of invisibility, I make my way towards the colossal creature. My mind races with the knowledge obtained from Chae Nayun, painting a vivid picture of the formidable monster that lies before me. I hadn't come prepared for this encounter on the 100th floor, but necessity has a way of forcing adaptability.
Drawing on the teachings of the Great Sage's Breathing method, I regulate my breath to maintain a calm facade. With a surge of magic power, I conjure my undead creations – the Bicorn, Gorgon Witch, Wyvern Knight, and Silver Ape. Boss monsters of the 92nd to 95th floors, now diminished to a mere one-fourth of their original strength, yet potent enough to serve as valuable cannon fodder..
Necromancy has never been my strong suit, and my casting method is far from orthodox. Nevertheless, these creatures are my arsenal, my allies in this precarious undertaking. With a circular motion of my hand and a whispered command, the undead minions materialize around me.
The Elder Dragon stirs, sensing the disturbance in its realm. Its eyes flicker open, a gleam of recognition and curiosity. In this cavern of opulence and danger, the stage is set for a battle of wills and wits. As the dragon's gaze narrows in on the intruders, I brace myself for the tumultuous confrontation that awaits.
Remaining unseen, I mentally tether myself to the undead creations, my necromantic link pulsating with their eerie un-life. The Silvery Ape, once a flesh-and-blood creature, now wields a club made of bone. It charges at the Elder Dragon, each step sending shockwaves through the piles of gold and treasures, disrupting the opulent surroundings.
The Elder Dragon narrows its massive, ancient eyes, observing the skeletal Undead Silver Ape with a tone of disdain, "Impudent," it rumbles, a low growl that reverberates through the cavernous lair. I sense its intelligence, a formidable foe indeed.
With a mystical incantation, the Elder Dragon utters its Spirit Speech, a command to the magic in the air. "Fall," it declares, and the Undead Silver Ape tumbles backward as if tripping over an unseen obstacle.
Seizing the opportunity, the Zombified Bicorn, utilizing its spatial movement ability, materializes behind the Elder Dragon. Its horn connects with the ancient beast, releasing a deadly curse that begins to snake across its skin and scales. However, the Elder Dragon seems unfazed.
In a calculated move, the Death Wyvern Knight descends from above, wings slicing through the air. My frown deepens as the Elder Dragon appears nonchalant in the face of the combined assault. I command the Zombified Gorgon Witch to take guard through my necromantic influence, fortifying our defenses.
Softly, I remark to the unfolding chaos, "I am just getting started." The battle with the Elder Dragon has only just begun, and my necromantic prowess will prove to be a force to be reckoned with.
The cavern echoes with the Elder Dragon's resonant voice as it initiates another round of Spirit Speech. "Purify, Heal, Mend," the incantations flow seamlessly, a trifecta of magical restoration. The Elder Dragon, a master of arcane energies, purges itself of the afflictions the Bicorn's cursed horns left behind, cleansing its majestic form with just a few uttered words.
Although the Bicorn's horns remain embedded in the Elder Dragon's flesh, their tenure is short-lived. The dragon's tail flicks with a casual yet forceful motion, dislodging the offending appendages. The Elder Dragon responds with swift and destructive prowess, swinging its mighty claws in a devastating arc. Simultaneously, the Death Wyvern Knight, spear poised for an attack, moves with incredible speed.
In a last-minute act, the Elder Dragon invokes Spirit Speech once more, commanding, "Slow." The Wyvern Knight visibly decelerates, its speed reduced a notch below the Elder Dragon's impending onslaught. The dragon's colossal claws descend with crushing force, targeting the Death Knight riding the winged creature.
Seizing control of the situation, the Elder Dragon extends its dominion with Dragon Domination. The Undead Wyvern, once an autonomous entity, succumbs to the Elder Dragon's will. "Become mine," the Elder Dragon utters, cementing its control over the undead creature. The tide of the battle shifts as the Elder Dragon asserts its dominance over both the living and the undead.
The battlefield rumbles beneath me as I struggle to maintain control over the Undead Wyvern. The Elder Dragon's presence is overwhelming, and I can feel my necromantic grip slipping away.
In the midst of the chaos, the Elder Dragon seizes my Death Knight in its colossal claws, crushing it mercilessly. I grit my teeth, my focus divided between the falling Death Knight and the weakening control over the Wyvern.
Desperation fuels my actions as I redirect my attention to the Zombified Gorgon Witch. With a mental command, the medusa-like creature unleashes its Petrifying Gaze upon the Undead Wyvern. The air crackles with dark energy as the monstrous eyes lock onto the undead beast.
Sensing the impending danger, I swiftly invoke my [Not Here] ability, pulling the Undead Silver Ape and the Zombified Bicorn out of the Gorgon Witch's Petrifying Gaze. The Undead Wyvern, however, is not so fortunate.
As the Gorgon Witch's power takes hold, the Undead Wyvern begins its transformation into stone. Time seems to slow, but the Elder Dragon is not one to be outdone. With a surge of magical energy, the colossal creature resists the petrification, its scales gradually turning gray.
A booming proclamation echoes across the battlefield, "TURN TO STONE!" The Elder Dragon's sonorous voice reverberates through the air, and my heart sinks. The Gorgon Witch, caught in the Elder Dragon's spell, succumbs to the transformation too quickly for me to intervene.
In the blink of an eye, my powerful minion is turned to stone, and I am left grappling with the realization that the tides of this battle are slipping further from my grasp.
As I stand on the sidelines, my focus remains on honing my necromantic skills. The petrified Elder Dragon looms in the distance, a testament to the ongoing battle. The temptation to join the fray tugs at me, but I resist. After all, what better way to refine my abilities than in the chaos of combat?
Anyways, I have my Undead Silver Ape ride my Zombified Bicorn! Behold, its final form! I command my Zombified Bicorn to advance. The amalgamation of undead creatures takes its final form, a grotesque yet powerful combination. The Silver Ape swings its club with precision, targeting the petrified section of the Elder Dragon. Cracks begin to emerge on the dragon's stony exterior, and it roars in response.
"You impudent fool, think that I cannot see you!" bellows the Elder Dragon, its voice echoing through the battlefield. I freeze. How did it detect me? I should be perfectly invisible. Panic sets in as the dragon turns its gaze directly toward me.
"You foolish demi, think with your authority you can lord over me? Think again! I have finished my calculations and have inversely deduced your soul’s fluctuations!" taunts the Elder Dragon, its words dripping with disdain. Soul fluctuations? That sounds oddly familiar, a method of detection I'm quite familiar with. What's going on with this Elder Dragon? It shouldn't be this talkative.
I mutter to myself, "Damn, soul fluctuations, huh? Sounds like we share a detection technique." The realization hits me, and I can't help but question the unexpected verbosity of the supposedly ancient and fearsome creature.
