The World of Masks

The wetter you go inside, the more moisture floats around you. This place also artificially expanded the natural cave and built an altar in it, so the ground was unusual for rough natural caves until midway through. There's nothing to worry about with the light, thanks to the skeleton holding the beads of light and lighting from all around.

Steel boots shatter hard rocks every time you move. Occasionally, you see little animals running away. It was about the size of a finger, and it looked like a salamander.

The rugged cavern floor of the cave was drawing extremely harsh terrain, repeating its sudden rise and fall. But he was definitely going down the slope.

"Heave-ho!"

You jump off a cliff about two meters away, holding Callie in your arms.

Bang!

A heavy voice echoes through the cave, and your ears tingle. I was surprised to see a flying beast rushing out like a gunshot.

The skeleton leaps down the cliff before Jack does, and steps forward again into the cave. There's a thump behind you. The rest of the skeletons clash as they jump down the cliff. The clattering sound of bones was mixed up.

The two of them walked for a few more minutes, and there was a change in the cave. The bumpy ground and walls began to turn smooth.

"This is the dungeon from here."

Callie noticed it not once or twice. Jack nods slightly. About an hour later, geometric symbols and creepy paintings appeared on the wall. They were the symbols that always appeared in the Demon King's Dungeon.

When Jack and Callie stopped walking for a long time, they saw a wall.

"Huh, huh?"

Callie raises her voice in embarrassment. Jack's eyes frown slightly. There was nothing to be done.

"Where did it go?"

Callie approaches with holes in the wall. There are holes protruding from the wall, as if they were burying a man and then pulling him out. There were Black Skeletons originally built to protect this altar.

"Shouldn't there be a guard skeleton here?"

Even with Callie's question, Jack is lost in thought without an answer. Did you make this in this dungeon? No, then there can't be traces like this.

Jack reaches a hole nearby, like Callie. I carefully examined the area around the hole, wondering if there were any traces of anything left. But there was no sign of anything. You can only guess that the guard skeleton worked just by looking at the small scratches.

Was there an intruder? '

Then it's not that I don't understand. However.

There are no bones in the dead body or skeleton. '

The corpse could be thought of as having subdued all the skeletons without death because the intruder was so exceptional, or as having a party to take them back, but at least the wreckage of the skeletons that had been smashed to the ground had to roll.

You collected all the skeleton wreckage? Why? "

No matter how much I thought about it, there was no other merit. Even if the intruder took all the skeletons, wouldn't he have left a crumb like this? Above all, there were no signs of combat or signs of anything, just a hole in the cave.

'It wouldn't have been gone forever.'

It was the Dark Wizard's sole responsibility to build the Demon King's Altar. He, who was a terrible follower of the Demon King, couldn't help but deploy guards at the Demon King's Node. There is no skeleton that should be there, but it is not a battle.

'Then who dragged you away?'

The Guard Skeleton is crafted by a dark wizard with great care. It's as difficult to deal with as it is. Those with authority over them were like the Demon King, the Dark Knight, and the Dark Wizard.

'The Demon King couldn't have taken her.'

The Demon King died before the Dark Knight's eyes. That's for sure. You are struck by sorcerers behind dozens of gods' blessings, burning their lives to the ground, and slaughtered by the swords of knights charging through a horde of monsters and undead while attempting to destroy the Demon King. The Dark Knight's memory is clearly speaking to Jack.

'Quite impressive.'

The Demon King finally exterminated all those who attacked him, with their swords pierced and their bodies burned with magical flames. But middle-aged, one of the knights ended up with his neck cut off.

If you're not the Demon King or the Dark Knight... '

There is only one thing left by the law of extinction. Jack's eyes narrow.

Is the Dark Wizard still alive? '

The Demon King's army was scattered as the Demon King died in the final battle. At that time, dark knights and dark wizards were scattered. Finally, the appearance of the Dark Wizard in the memory was a fatal wound and he desperately ran away with blood.

'No, it could be the same for me.'

You may have dipped your soul somewhere and taken someone else's body and resurrected. Of course, there is a possibility that power and memory may have been taken away, just like you.

'It must be hard.'

Jack sends Callie two skeletons first. It was natural to be vigilant when unexpected events occurred.

They sat here for a moment and waited. Meanwhile, Jack covers up the armor of the dark knight who was naked. Callie looked at Jack and said she was able to send and receive visual information from Skeleton in real time.

"I don't think there's anything else."

Jack rises up. I pulled out my sword just in case.

"Let's go."

You lead Skeleton and a few undead monsters ahead of you and follow them. Shortly after the narrow cave ends, a large pupil emerges. Inside, the pyramid altar reveals its majestic appearance.

Callie gestured a few times. Following you, the undead spread to all directions, making sure nothing's wrong. Jack raises the altar three skeletons ahead of Callie. You hear only footsteps up the quiet altar.

The undead have unlimited stamina and Jack has tremendous stamina. It was quick to get to the top of the altar.

There was nothing else on the altar but a table and a familiar sorcerer who placed the sacrifice. I didn't see the corpses of the Demon King's followers that were often found. It's not weird. The bodies of the Demon King's followers were mostly found at altars near where the final battle took place. While the horns of defeat were scattered in the war, some loyal followers entered the altar and waited for the Demon King to finish. Of course, the majority of injuries were added or starved and turned into corpses.

Without hesitation, I turned back and looked for a secret room in the middle of the altar. I familiarized myself with the door. As I walked along the corridor, there was a large space. Jack's eyes narrow.

'Nothing.'

There were no Demon King's blessings, no crystals, contrasted with the blessings of the gods. It was just a pedestal of monster-shaped pieces that would have supported the Demon King's blessing.

One of the reasons for searching for the Demon King's Dungeon near Jack's path was the Demon King's blessing. Fortunately, there was a time when life was left in the Demon King's blessing. I was wandering around the dungeon to see if there was such a winter in other dungeons, but it was the first time that the Demon King's blessing was not there.

Jack walks in front of the pedestal. A pile of dust scatters around Jack's steps. I slowly swept down with my hands on the pedestal. Dust falls from the hood.

'Thin.'

It was clearly different from the amount of dust sitting around it because it had been neglected for decades. I grabbed the bead of light and lifted it high and scattered the light around. You see traces of something passing through the dust piled up in the room.

'Recent · · · · · · · · · · · · · traces.'

There is some dust on the tracks. It should not have been visited at least a few days ago.

Jack is out of his room. Callie, who was waiting in front of the altar, approaches coldly.

"Is something wrong, my lord?"

I asked cautiously, looking at Jack's mood. Jack begins to speak in a stiff voice.

"Maybe."

You turn your head and stare at the altar behind you, where the Blessing of the Demon King's Secret Room is lost.

"Maybe we're not the only ones looking for signs of the Demon King."

* * *

It was a cold place. Far north than where Jack is, a really deficient area for life. It was characteristic that a large mountain was looking at the surroundings.

A cavern is breached in the mountain's hillside approximation. A cave with a dark energy like an ominous fork was drilled deep into the mountain, and at the end was a large pupil. An altar shaped like a large pyramid and an ominous form of the Demon King's crest engraved on it. The Demon King's Altar.

At the top of the altar, at the place where the magic circle was drawn, there was someone. He was wearing a luxurious robe with colorful symbols engraved on it. He had a small body. Sitting on a table at the center of the altar with a large staff of human bones, an ominous aura seems to emanate from it.

Buck, buck.

You hear footsteps. The robed man turns his head. Someone is coming up the altar.

The man in the dark armor was quite small. I was impressed with a large sword across his shoulder. But the amazing thing was something else. No, she was beautiful. Her face is completely exposed because she's not wearing a helmet. Long, shiny blond hair and blue eyes reminiscent of the lake. I was impressed with a healthy skin that does not look white or pale without any blemishes.

"I'm back."

A gentle aesthetic flowed out. But the robed man did not respond much to her beauty.

"How much did you collect?"

The beauty of the armor lifts her arms and takes off her gauntlet. The bracelet sparkles on my wrist. Inventory bracelet, proof of player. The beauty of the armor pulled something out of the bracelet.

Bang!

The altar rang out loud. The beauty of the armor was the blessing of the Demon King. Black crystals emit a favorable dark energy.

"Did you kill roughly 300?"

The robed man nods slightly. I don't think that's what I liked. Ami, the beauty in the armor, frowns slightly. Even though she was a picturesque beauty, at least it was clear that she didn't feel well.

"Hey, how long are you going to keep squinting like this?"

Beautiful women in armor seem to have quite a lot of complaints. Her puffed cheeks speak for her emotions.

"Caution is not enough to emphasize. If they find out we're preparing for resurrection, the whole world will come running to kill us."

However, the beauty of the armor still seemed to be unhappy. The robed man turns his head. I didn't think he would care. Eventually, the armor maiden, who was outraged by herself, turned and tossed.

"Just a little longer, just a little longer."

After the beauty of the armor leaves, the robed woman sits still on the table muttering.

"If you bear with me, I can stand behind the Demon King."

In the robe, there are two blue naturalisations flashing where there should be faces.

"When the time comes · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

The man in robes, full of grudges, mutters endlessly.