760. Beings Of Old (End Of Salvos Book 14)

760. Beings Of Old

“You’ve grown quite strong since we first met, huh? Honestly, I’m impressed.”

Daniel Song raised his head when he heard the voice echoing down the darkness behind him. He was exhausted, injured— his body was drenched in blood, and he was still trying to catch his breath. But when he looked up to see the silhouette of the man standing there by the exit of the ancient tunnel.

“Yves… you really…”

The [Hero] trailed off, before shaking his head. He hefted his longsword up from the ground as he looked down the dark corridor ahead.

“I don’t know how you discovered this place, but it’s going to be the death of me.”

“Maybe if you’re an ordinary person— but you’re not. You’re a [Hero], and you’re wielding the Sword of Alexander. So stop complaining.”

Yves Virgil— the Watcher, the Elfslayer, and the highest-leveled Human in the world at the moment— just chuckled as he chucked a healing potion to the young man from Earth. Daniel rolled his eyes as he accepted the red vial and chugged it down immediately.

The wounds that bathed his body faded away as he let out a refreshed sigh.

“Even I, despite myself, am only capable of surviving in this place for only a few hours at a time. But you? Despite being lower-leveled than me, you are able to survive here for days without even my help. Your tenacity is admirable.”

Yves spoke as he strode down next to Daniel. The [Hero] pursed his lips as he thought of a silver-haired girl.

“I mean, this place is dangerous, but I’ve met crazy people who thrived in places like these. And they’d drag me down here with them whether I liked it or not. So I guess I’m kind of used to it.”

Daniel scratched his cheek, and the Watcher shrugged in response.

“Well, that’s good for you. So stop slacking and get ready. More are coming.”

And just as the words left Yves Virgil’s mouth, a harrowing cry came from the darkness. Daniel tensed and spun around, ready for what was to come. He waited with his swords raised as the wailing grew louder.

The shadows crawling on the walls suddenly loomed over the [Hero], and the darkness that waited at the end of the tunnel seemed to creep closer. The screams of the damned came to a halt as Daniel tensed.

The air grew still. Everything went silent, and the shadows stopped moving.

The Watcher simply stood to the side, staying true to his namesake as he watched Daniel ready himself for what was to come. And that was when it appeared.

It stood there. No— it hovered there. A twisted entity. A depraved being. Its body was shriveled up like a desiccated corpse. Its eyes were hollow, and its mouth hung open like an empty husk. But even though it vaguely resembled the shape of a person, it had no legs, instead floating on the air as darkness wisped off where its lower body should.

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[Fallen Worshiper Of Hark-Oth The Old God Of Undeath – Lvl. 187]

“Another wraith, huh?”

Daniel tightly gripped onto the hilt his sword as the entity screeched. It charged straight at him, and he stepped forward as the Sword of Alexander flashed with a golden light.

“[Hero’s Slash]!”