Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

When Almark places a lamp on the floor, he takes a distance from the twist and dugon.

Even if you have your favorite dagger, you don't know if you can win, but now Almark is a full waist.

Durgan looked at Almark with his red cloudy eyes.

Almark knows.

Under those red eyes, hidden like a blade, Durgan has two more pairs of eyes.

It's an ugly shaped organ to call the eye, but from what it does, it's nothing but call it the eye.

Durgan slowly opened his mouth.

It might be more accurate to say "distorted" rather than "open".

Duggan opened his mouth strangely with the first impossible jaw movement for a dog or a wolf.

From that mouth, an unpleasant sound leaks.

Ugly sounds, like screams, like words from other worlds.

Almark's whole body is furry at the sound of gathering all the human discomfort.

Durgan stood up slowly, making a sound.

It's quite small, after all.

Almark thought.

The one we encountered in the northern forest was beyond Almark's back when he stood up with four feet.

But the one in front of him is far from Almark's back.

It's only the size of a slightly larger wolf.

Durgun gently lifts his right forefoot.

At that moment, Almark threw his body to the right. I feel a lot of wind pressure from the left.

Durgan's fingernails shaped the space where Almark was standing.

They have no reason to attack humans.

Cut humans with their nails, their fangs, their body hair like a blade.

Almark rolls up at a distance.

Slowly looking at Almark, Durgan distorted his mouth again.

!!

Again, Almark jumps out and dodges Durgan's nails with a sharp twist.

This speed is incredible. Slow and sharp drop. That's one of Durgan's horrors.

What should I do?

After recovering from the initial upset, Almark desperately calculates in his head.

There is no chance of defeating Durgan with a full waist.

The only way Almark can survive is by walking through that tree door.

Why is Durgan here? Such questions are secondary.

Let's survive this for now and think about it later.

Almark thought about Morgan waiting on the stairs.

Should Morgan hear you shout?

Help me. At least get a dagger out of my room.

At that moment, Almark jumped back and forth, but was slightly delayed.

Although the nail strike was avoided, the right shoulder was cut without avoiding the hair like the blade, and the blood splashed.

Durgan slowly returns to his quick rise, Almark.

No, I can't.

Almark thought.

Expecting someone's help slows down the feeling of trying to survive inside you.

It's time to focus on something other than yourself and the person in front of you.

Let's forget about Morgan for a moment. Anyway, I can't hear you at this depth.

Almark made up his mind.

The wooden door, the only exit from this space, was now just in the middle of Almark and Duggan.

You can't push the door open from here. We have to pull it open.

Escape maneuvers require two steps, since you can't trick yourself into hitting the door and rolling out.

First, approach that door and pull the handle to open it.

Secondly, escape through there to the next basement.

It is likely that Durgan will strike between the first and second. How can you hold it close to the door?

Durugan's neck moves loosely.

Coming.

Almark dodges a blow to Durgan's nails.

Now.

Rush toward the door.

Pull the door handle with your left hand.

The door doesn't scratch.

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Why?

That moment of consternation creates a deadly gap.

Shit.

With regret, he flew sideways without having time to see Durgan.

But it was too late.

Durgan's nails tear off Almark's clothes.

While sprinkling blood from your chest, shrug and distance your body hair like a blade.

Durugan grumbles his mouth.

He's laughing.

Almark spit. Blood is mixed.

Why doesn't the door that opened so easily now scare me?

There must be a reason.

But that doesn't matter now.

Think of ways to survive.

Durugan takes a slow step forward. Almark flew sideways.

The nails cut through the sky and Durgan made that strange noise again.

Again.

Almark threw himself on the floor and attacked Durgan.

Durgan distorts his mouth and makes a strange noise. The voice is louder than before.

I'm hungry.

Almark thought.

Don't run away. Give up and die in despair.

I suppose that's what most people say.

Almark returns to Durgan.

Concentrate.

Concentrate, Almark.

Live.

Durgan exhaled something like breath. A jagged fang peeks from his mouth.

Come on, man.

Almark focused all his nerves on Durgan's movements.

Your forefoot claws make a small noise on the stone floor.

Coming.

Almark saw Durgan fly in.

But it didn't move.

Tied his teeth and endured fear.

Durgan approached in an instant and saw his face twist ugly.

I saw an ugly pair of eyes staring at Almark with thick, viscous tears under the hairline like a blade.

After that, Almark flew towards Durgan.

Lower your posture and jump under your belly.

Behind Durgan, with the feeling of being cut all over his body.

At the same time, there was a loud crash.

Just behind Almark was a wooden door.

Almark was aiming to destroy the door with Durugan himself by attracting Durugan's attack to the edge.

With a bloody face, Almark found out that the operation had produced unexpected results.

Durgan destroyed the wooden door and stuck it there.

Blade-like hairs are terrible, they are intricately eaten into the walls, and they can't easily escape.

Almark approached quickly from behind Duggan.

Given Durgan's power, he'll get out of here soon anyway.

Either way, we can't get through if we stay here with Durgan.

The moment Duggan leaves his body, it's his chance to escape.

At that time, Almark realized that something like a wooden stick was stuck in Durgan's back so he could bury it in his body hair like a blade.

How could something like this happen?

Almark's body moved before he could doubt it.

It could be a weapon.

On the battlefield, you can use anything you want. It is instinct cultivated as a mercenary.

Almark grabbed the stick long ago.

Pull out with force.

It was that moment.

Blinking light overflowed Durgan's back.

An incredible light that dyes everything around you white.

What, after that moment, I was scared.

Surrounded by the light, Almark lost consciousness.

When I noticed, Almark was in the basement.

I noticed myself standing blurry and rushed to check my whole body, but I didn't get a scratch.

Durgan.

He's not here.

Looking at the back wall, there was definitely no wooden door.

"That's stupid."

Almark rushed to the wall, touched it with his hand, but it was still just a wall, and there was no shadow or shape on the door.

Instead, a wooden box was placed by the wall.

When you open it, you'll find signs and wood for directions.

Maia must have said this box.

When Almark tried to lift it, the crate was damaged, the bottom was warped diagonally, and the wood inside fell from the gap to the floor.

Oh, no more.

Almark hurried to collect the wood scattered on the floor.

It was originally a floor where various things were placed in a mess.

I don't know which is the original wood and which is different anymore.

In the meantime, put all the wood that looks like it in the crate, and Almark carefully lifts it with the bottom.

... this is the Magic Academy. Something strange happens.

Almark was forced to convince himself.

Place the crate on the first step of the stairs, return to the basement, and blow out the candlestick fire.

Almark thought as he left the darkened basement.

Speaking of which, where did I put the lamp...

From the top of the stairs, I hear Morgan's worried voice slightly.

Well, look. This is the Magic Academy.

When Almark answered Morgan loudly, he began to climb the stairs carefully with a wooden box.