Walking down the stone steps Irvon looked at where the tree once stood. It's long root that have been there for hundreds of years now burnt and shriveled. A singular stone pilar held up the spiral stair case that lead further down and down. Looking down he could feel the dead air. Cool to the touch and stale in his mouth. Wondering about what was happening outside and whether the doctor was still even alive. Wait? Did the barrier break? How else were the monsters outside going to stay outside. Everyone would be slaughtered. Going back into a run he hurried down the stairs. There wasn't a soul out there that he cared for more than for his own well being. If the monsters were able to get inside the city then even the guards wouldn't be able to protect everyone.
The rotten walls creaking and cracking as he ventures further and further down the long tunnel. Eventually he reached the bottom of the stairs and had a good look around him. What he saw horrified him. On the walls were murals depicting some sort of warrior... fighting against an army of warriors who wore rusty armor and broken swords. Hell they even looked like their bodies were breaking down... their bodies? Looking closer he could see that they weren't human warriors. At least not any more. "Hell walkers," Irvon thought out loud.
Hell walkers. Humans who had died and had been summoned back as infernal zombies that have one goal. Burn and destroy everything. Originally created by an infamous daemon who was trying to conquer hell. The lone warrior looked tired and blood soaked, but he kept moving forward. Eventually slaughtering everyone of the rotten corpses without mercy. Walking towards the closed wooden door Irvon could feel a cold... no... he could feel death incarnate behind that door. It's intricate patterns looking centuries old looked familiar though. It was similar to the magic lock that the doctor kept in his shop to hold the medicine. However this lock was much more complex.
Taking a closer look he could see that there were slight glowing marks on the edge, but one of the lines was unlit. Deciding to take a chance with the magic door he tried his best to pick at the magic... substance... to break the whole lock. Magic made with organic materials were stronger than those made with materials such as raw magic or wills but had one glaring fault. Once the material it was made out of was disturbed there would be a fault in the magic rune.
Two possibilities could stem from doing this. One, the magic could expel slowly leaving the runes slowly. Two, it could cause a chain reaction within the rune that can cause a magical explosion. Deadly raw magic would flow out in all directions only stopping when the raw magic was spread too thin to continue. Scraping the wax material off of the door slowly, Irvon was ready to run at a moments notice.
Eventually the magic power flowed out of the lock and into the air. Breathing a sigh of relief Irvon decided to just think about what was behind the door. Whatever it was wasn't speaking inside his mind anymore. All around the walls were painting of wars long forgotten. An enemy that hadn't appeared for literal centuries being mowed down by a suit of armor that was covered in blood. And finally there was the feeling of death beyond the door. Normally Irvon would have just turned around and walked the other way. But behind him was a raging storm and possible beings that could squash him with just their presence alone.
His only real choices were to trust that the voice behind the door was friendly enough to let him live or to hide down here hoping that there wouldn't be anyone coming down, but with the barrier gone and the monsters pouring in that wasn't a likely choice. Choosing to trust the voice he pushed the door open and was blinded by a bright red light. "Finally... You choose not to cower behind that stupid door any longer. It's painful being locked up all alone you know."
Letting his eyes adjust finally Irvon saw another magical lock surrounded by four pairs of bones that were covered in dusty robes. In the hands of each were a staff made from the wood of a type of tree that he has never seen before. "HURRY, free me before these bags of bones wake up again. Or else you'll be in for a world of hurt." Looking again at the bones he could see that they were slowly starting to reconnect together with a type of magic that he has never seen before. Running to the magical lock he looked to see chains holding down the formation. Steel chains that were indestructible for the current him.
Trying to find a weak point in the formation was like looking for a needle in a hay stack. Eventually finding a pedestal with a sword stuck through a book he looked and decided this was his best bet. These magic circles were too strong to repeat the small trick he did on the door. The skeletons almost completely connected slowly started to walk forward in an attempt to stop Irvon. Then they started running. Seeing broken skeletons coming at him scared the literal shit out of him. Continuing to run away from then he looked for something... anything to help him get these skeletons away from him.
There were rusted swords on the ground. Covered in dust and dried blood. The walls covered with more murals and now shields with the design of a dragon coiled around an... egg? That was a new one. He'd never seen a kingdom with that for an emblem. Dodging a staff swing from one of the skeletons he started to pay attention to them again. Looking down he picked up a sword and attempted to hit the reanimated skeletons. Swinging with an unsteady aim he hit the first of the four on the arm. Due to the immense amount of time in between the time the skeletons died and when they were reanimated they were very frail. The bone broke immediately.
Walking past the crumpled skeleton he aimed at the next one with more confidence. He thought that it would be easy to take out all of them. Aiming at the second ones knee he swung with all of his might, which wasn't much from a poor starving boy. The second skeleton broke and he backed up with a smile on his face. These skeletons were weak. "Don't attack the skeletons you idiot!" The armor said "It'll just make them stronger, behind you!" Feeling his spine go cold he suddenly felt a sharp piercing pain in his back. Pushing himself away from the pain he found himself on the floor with short breaths. 'Was there more skeletons? Why didn't I see them earlier?' Looking behind where he was there was the two skeletons that he already slew. But they were combining together?
"Damn it. Why the hell are they combining their strength. I can't do that." Deciding to stop attacking the skeletons he look on how to free the armor. "THE SWORD IDIOT." Starting to panic Irvon attempts to pull the sword out of the book pedestal. That was where the magic appeared to be coming out of. Pulling and pulling against the pedestal was useless, but he continued until his hands blead. Until his skin stretched and his nails looked like they were going to pop off from the grip he had around the sword. -New user acknowledged- "Finally." The armor echoed as the chains fell from its shoulders. It's Freedom from those chains looked inconsequential from Irvon's perspective but things were different from up top on the surface.
On the surface things were continuing as how they were when Irvon hid underground. Lightning flew down as it had all night and the earth broke apart like the waves of the ocean. The city no longer looked like a habitable place but rather a desolate wasteland which housed countless monsters and afraid citizens. There was finally a calm quiet however that spread around the city. Most of the citizens had perished… to put it nicely… in the first 30 minutes. The rest were left to suffer among the living. Fearing for their lives. There was still no sign of their lord that was supposed to protect them… had he been the target of this attack all along? They were just the byproduct of the assassination? Left to die without any mercy? They were just thankful to be left living though. They had to witness the horror of their siblings, children, parents, wives and husbands, all be crushed or smashed against the moving ground. The unfortunate ones were consumed by the large monsters that were prowling around the broken city.
They believed that someone, anyone, would come and save them. Oh how they were mistaken... the ground erupted open with the fury of the very gods. Grand chains that were covered in golden runes surrounding them. The survivors only had one expression on their faces… pure dread.
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