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The party came upon a crossroads in the midst of an eerie silence.
The party came upon a crossroads in the midst of an eerie silence.
The Green Dragon abruptly appeared. It seemed like a strong monster indeed.
“I’ve got this,” said Lutz, stepping up to the front lines.
The Dragon was menacingly spitting out flames, but suddenly its movement froze up like ice.
“It’s called Bindwa; an esper spell. Now then, while the Dragon’s movement is frozen, let’s grab the jewel.” (-1 MP, +200 MESETA after exchanging the jewel.)
“Hey young lady, I hear you and your friends are looking for a robot.” The owner of the local Drugstore suddenly sidled up to Alisa and party. They wondered who he heard it from.
“What? Well, yes, we are, but why?”
“If you pay me 200 meseta, I’ll let you in on something good.”
The monster once again flew up. Tyrone swiftly swung his ax, but he missed! Because the Werebat stopped midair, the timing didn’t match up.
Seizing an opening, the enemy managed to scratch up Tyrone with its claws! (-1 HP)
However, the Werebat lost his balance and came tumbling to the floor! Myau had managed to injure its wing during the previous attack.
“You’re finished, now!” Tyrone swung his ax and split the Wereman in two. (+1 CP, +30 MESETA)
“Tyrone, somehow the door behind us is shut now,” said Alisa.
“At any rate, let’s see what lies further down,” he replied.
The Marshmen ascended from the lava pit and came up to the surface.
Alisa began charging towards them.
“Wait, please. Somehow, it appears that their target is not us.”
It was just as Lutz had said; the fish-men were not approaching them. They were after the man from earlier — they caught him and then restrained him as he struggled, bringing him back into the lava pit area.
The man’s pitiful screams flooded Alisa’s ears for what seemed like eternity. However, there was no way for her to chase them all the way into the lava pit.
“ He might be just a refugee…”
Alisa and her comrades reluctantly went down to the lava pit area.
The Serpent spit flames at them. Its target was Alisa.
By just a hair’s breadth, Lutz was able to shield her from the flames with his mantle.
“Goddamned snake bastard!” Tyrone came in from behind and swung his ax, severing the Serpent’s head! (+1 CP, +50 MESETA)
“Lutz, you’re hurt.”
“It’s just a small burn. I’m not very good with physical labor,” admitted Lutz. (-1 HP)
“But you were great back there. A second later and she probably would have been toasted,” said Tyrone.
“It was just a fluke. Okay then, once we get through these woods, we’ll be at the village of Gothic.”
“Hapsby is buried somewhere in this mountain of garbage, huh… But, it’ll take over a month to dig up anything from here.”
Even Tyrone cringed upon looking at the massive scrap heap.
“It doesn’t look like they have any of that chemical Polymeteral here.”
“Why don’t we try going back to that cave from before. They might have it on the continent over there,” suggested Alisa.
A crossroads, once again. The passageway stretched east to west, and to the south there was a steel door.