B3 Chapter 292: Hyythenal, Pt. 1

Twin suns tore at his skin, drawing every scrap of moisture they could from him with their burning heat.

Kaius had long since abandoned wearing his helmet. Without the temperature and weather regulating enchantments of his gambeson and trousers to protect him, the metal of the armour had grown scorching hot. Not enough to truly injure him—not with his Constitution—but more than enough for it to feel like he’d shoved his head in an oven. Even with his pain resistance, the niggling distraction of it was something too dangerous to tolerate.

They’d been crossing the endless sand for hours now, the dunes rising and falling like waves. Much to his distrust, they’d seen nothing but the odd far off building jutting out of the desert, with little sign of any of the depthsborn he’d been expecting to hound them from their first step out of the entry room.

Rather than relax him, it only made him more wary. He knew what was happening. The Depths was trying to woo them into a false sense of security. It wouldn’t work, not against him, not after he’d almost died to a hidden assassin Champion in the dwarven city during his first delve.

Pulling their self-refilling waterskin from his spatial ring, Kaius took another long drink, before he tossed it to Porkchop. In his mana sight, he saw a ghostly and indistinct hand snatch the sack out of the air.

The buildings that were spread across the dunes were spread far and wide, and were often only visible from the peaks of the low rises—rarer than he’d initially thought, too. In their long journey to the far off spire of stone that Kenva had spotted, he’d only managed to spy two more, and one of those was because they’d grown close enough to it for his Champion sense to snap towards it.

He hoped, prayed really, that their destination wouldn’t contain its own champion. This heat was doing his blasted head in—making him uncomfortable and fatigued. He wanted out. At this point he’d take a biome of undead and abominations if it meant getting out of the damn sun and off of the fine sand that seemed dead set on working its way into his socks.

“Stop!” Kenva hissed, her voice low and stressed as her iron hard grip suddenly clamped down on Kaius’s shoulder.

Porkchop skidded to a halt infront of him, heavy paws sinking deep into the ground.

Kaius froze, halting mid stride as his heart leapt into action in his chest. Despite the warning, despite scanning his eyes over their surroundings, he could see no sign of the danger that so clearly had the ranger frazzled.

It unnerved him. Between Truesight, Explorer’s Toolkit, and the precognitive warning of Uncanny Dodge he should have seen something. Yet his skills were as silent and dead as the moonless night.

Moving slow, he raised his blade with his main hand—keeping his offhand free to cast as he readied himself to move at the slightest indication of an approaching threat.

“What is it?” he whispered hoarsely, still searching from left to right.

“Soul signature,” Kenva replied grimly. “A bloody big one. It’s dead still, might even be sleeping. We only just got close enough for me to sense it—maybe thirty long-strides ahead, burried about a stride beneath the surface.” She pointed to a spot just ahead of them.

Kaius trained his eyes on the patch of sand, searching for any indication that a beast lay in wait for them. There was nothing to his visual eyes, and even knowing that something was there, his skills were still dead silent.

It seemed, for all their capability, they were still more than able to be overwhelmed by the abilities of a second tier creature.

Feeling the blood drain from his face as he blanched, Kaius realised that they had been mere seconds from an ambush by a deadly threat—one they would have had no time to react to.

“Is it moving?” Porkchop asked.

“No,” Kenva replied hoarsley as she gripped her bow tight, “It’s just lying there—that’s why I thought it might be asleep.”

“Not sleeping—lying in wait. A creature that strong would have woken far before we got this close. It knows we’re here, might just be too stupid to realise that we’ve figured it out, especially if it is one of those bugs that Ianmus was talking about.” Porkchop replied firmly, his eyes trained directly at the patch of sand as his greatshield slid silently through the air to interpose itself between him and the waiting ambush predator.

Clenching his jaw, Kaius’s mind raced as he tried to think of a way out of their predicament. If it was buried as shallow as Kenva had said, maybe they could strike before it could spring its trap?

He never even considered retreating—while it might have been a dangerous beast, everything they ran into on this layer would be a deadly threat. A solo ambush predator that they had the jump on was about as good of a first engagement as they were going to get.

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“Kenva, Ianmus, do either of you think you’ll be able to hit it under the sand?” he whispered.

Kenva grunted. “I won’t—even with Horizon’s Lance and Arrow of Fury, the sand will bleed far too much energy. I’m not confident it would be enough for the carapace of a beast of its level. Besides, even if I could, I’d need to use my Lance to the extent of skill exhaustion—I’m not sure if that is wise.”

He grunted, accepting her response. Her arrow skill was potent, but he did agree with her. If she abused the skill like when she had killed the second tier guard in the compound, they’d be in a tough spot until she could recover again—they needed its penetrative might this deep in the Depths.

“I should be able to, if I use higher energy light,” Ianmus added. “But it’ll weary me for the following fight—and the beam wont burn through the sand instantly.”

“Do we back off?” Kenva asked. “Ianmus should be able to hit it from further away, right?”