Morning light was soft on my face when we got there.
The dungeon was right ahead — a huge, dark hole in the ground. Quiet. Still. Like it was waiting for us.
A few other hunters stood nearby, checking their weapons, fixing straps, saying little things to keep themselves calm. I knew that look.
The mix of excitement and fear before you step into danger.I held my scythe, its weight steady in my hands.
It gave a faint pulse, almost like it was alive.Liora stood close to me.
She looked ready. Focused. I tried not to stare at her too long, but after everything… it was hard not to.
"You ready?" I asked quietly.
She nodded. "Yeah. Let's go."
Inside the dungeon, the air changed in seconds.
It was colder. Damp. Every step echoed. The smell was of wet earth and something… old.
We walked in single file, following the torchlight until the tunnel widened into a large cavern. Strange mushrooms glowed faintly on the walls, casting an eerie light.
That's when I heard it — a low growl from the shadows.Shapes emerged.Wolves… or something close. They were lean, their fur like moving smoke, and their eyes glowed blue.
The first one jumped.I stepped forward without thinking.
One swing of my scythe — clean, fast — and it was gone, fading into mist.
More came at us in a rush. My body reacted before my mind could catch up. The scythe moved like it knew the path, carving through the dark shapes with ease.Inside my head, the voice was there again:
"Show them what Death feels like."
One of the wolves broke away. It went for Liora.I didn't think. I moved.
Two quick steps and I was in front of her. The wolf's jaws slammed against my scythe with a heavy jolt. Pain shot through my arms, but I held on.
That cold energy inside me surged. My vision sharpened. The world slowed down.
A silver light flared in my eyes.
I let it go.
The power rushed out in a wave, swallowing the wolves. One by one, they dropped, their bodies dissolving into smoke.And then… silence.
Everyone was staring at me. My chest heaved as I caught my breath.Liora walked closer, still looking a little stunned.
"That was... incredible," she said.
I gave a small smile.
"It's just the beginning."
We collected the loot — shards, fangs, a few herbs. Nothing big, but enough for them to feel proud.
When we stepped back into the sunlight, the whispers began. Hunters talking about the "new guy" who tore through the pack.
I ignored it. What mattered was that everyone came back alive — especially her.
As we walked, I leaned toward Liora and asked, "Will you trust me?"She hesitated, then said softly, "…I want to."
That was enough for me.
That night, I sat alone with the scythe resting across my knees.
"You're getting stronger,"
it said in my head, voice smooth as ever.I didn't reply. I just looked out the window at the Tower. It rose against the evening sky — dark, tall, waiting.
This was only the first step.
And this time… I wasn't going to fail.
To be continued.....