Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

"Almark!!"

As soon as he left the room, the excited Morgan grabbed Almark's shoulder.

"The legendary basement was real!

"Legend."

Almark plays with the key with his hands while looking at Morgan with his white eyes.

"That's what Morgan said on his own. What is it, Maia's torture room?"

"No, no, Maia's secret basement."

They go out of the dormitory, walk around the wall as they are told, and walk around in the shadow of the implant.

Indeed, there was a crude metal door there, wrapped in the middle of the wall.

"It's the door to a lot of legends... but did you know there was such a door?

Almark looks back at Morgan.

"Yeah, I didn't know anything about it. If there's nothing behind this implant, I won't come first."

That's what Morgan says and shakes his head.

"That's right....."

If Morgan doesn't know, it's no wonder Almark doesn't know.

Well, I'll open it.

Almark plugged the key into the distorted keyhole in the door.

It's very hard.

After several rough turns with the baby, the door finally opened.

"Wow...."

Morgan peered inside Almark's shoulder and shouted pitifully.

A stone staircase so bad that one person could finally pass by, opened the door and immediately stretched toward the basement.

The stone steps bend gently and disappear into the darkness of the underground.

"Ah, Almark... I'm sorry, I can't do this."

Wherever you've been, Morgan is behind you.

"Dark and narrow. I've got two things I don't like...."

"The basement is dark and narrow."

"I can't do this anymore...."

Morgan shakes his head with a blue face.

"Fine, Morgan. You're just gonna take the signs and the wood out, right? I'll get it."

Almark said.

Wait here. Take it.

I'm sorry, Almark.

"I'm always useless. I'm working today."

Nevertheless, it looks pretty dark in the basement.

Almark, who can't use one of the lighting tricks, seems to be tough without a lamp.

Once he returned to pick up the lamp, Almark lifted it up again and started going down the stairs.

Well, I'll be there.

Watch your step.

Morgan says worried.

"Ah, it's okay....."

Almark walks down the stairs carefully.

The stairs turn slowly along the way, blocking out the light that was coming in from the outside.

As he went down the stone steps, the sound from the outside also went away, and only the hard sound of Almark's shoes hitting the stone steps came to resonate.

After a while, there was also a poor wooden door, where the stairs ended.

When Almark pressed, the door slowly opened with a loud noise.

The interior was as dark as expected.

Turning the lamp over reveals an unexpectedly large room.

Looks like there's a lot of stuff in there.

I found a candlestick on the wall, so I moved there to avoid stumbling and transferred the lamp fire.

In the brightened room, Almark grunted unintentionally.

"Which one....."

There are several crates of wood mixed with various things placed in disorder.

Don't tell me to look for a wooden box with signs and tears in it.

When Almark sighed, he tried to block the lights and felt something was moving for a moment.

!!

Almark stood fast.

Kill your breath and explore any signs of movement.

Nothing moves in the basement illuminated by candlesticks and lamp lights except Almark.

Was it a bug or something that flew?

Almark remained alert and waited a while.

Then finally convinced that there was no sign of anything in the room, I de-alerted.

"Well...."

We need to find a crate of signs and stuff from these numbers.

Almark tried to open the wooden box nearby.

It is packed with some kind of cloth with a bitter smell. No, it's not.

I tried opening about two other crates appropriately, but there was something completely different in them.

Speaking of which, Almark remembers.

Maia used the word "wooden box" in the back.

Almark turned his foot behind the basement.

It's not as big as the back.

I ran right against the wall.

And I realized that there was a small wooden door in the wall, so that it could be buried in things.

... no way, this is the back?

I thought that would be impossible, but I moved around and pushed the door just in case.

I thought I'd stop if I didn't open it, but the door opened easily with a cheap sound.

Almark had no choice but to walk around the door and raise the lamp before being baffled.

What's going on here?

Strange space.

Unlike the simplified rectangular basement earlier, this space had a beautiful circular shape.

The floor, I don't know the name, but it's made of fine stone that's obviously different from the previous room.

Looking up, the ceiling is also domed.

It resembled the tomb of an ancient nobleman who had been dug in the course of his journey.

It's a little smaller than the previous room, but it feels terribly spacious because there's nothing in the space.

... wooden boxes and nothing.

After all, it wasn't here.

It was almost simultaneous for Al Mark to turn around to return to his original room and for the wooden door to sound and close.

Almark saw something crouching in front of a closed door.

At some point.

Until now, there was certainly nothing.

There were no signs.

But there was something there right now.

It wakes you up slowly.

Almark took a breath.

"Durugan"

Unexpectedly, that abominable name comes out with a mouth shut.

"Why are you here?"

He looked like a gray wolf. But the hairline stood upside down like a blade.

Almark met it once.

I fought.

When I remember that time, I still have a gentle cold sweat on my palm.

Dark night, when the magic whistle of the forest rang, the dark family appeared from the back of the forest.

What was in front of him now looked a little smaller than what Almark saw in the northern forest.

However, his appearance is undeniable, and that abominable dark beast, Durgan.

"This is... a dorm."

Almark murmured.