Sylas’ eyes narrowed.
Temples.
The skies were dotted with them, each one wreathed in gold and having a perfect four sides.
No, maybe it would be more accurate to call them Mayan pyramids. Looming in the skies like that, it felt like they could either stay there forever or crash down, leading to a small-scale disaster whenever they so pleased.
At the top of the stairs, a giant warrior sat almost lazily, his legs open wide as though he were a gangster taking a smoke on a high school’s premises.
There was something particularly… odd about these giants. They had come out of nowhere without rhyme or reason, but now they were becoming a permanent fixture of this Dynamic Field Dungeon without an end in sight.
How did you clear this Dungeon? What was its purpose? How were rewards distributed? What was the secret here?
No one knew, but it certainly kept throwing one challenge after another at them, and there didn’t seem to be any signs that it would end any time soon.
A beam of light descended from the skies, and the entire city was swallowed whole.
Sylas’ head snapped toward the direction of Darkfell and realized the issue immediately.
’… Dammit.’ freēwēbηovel.c૦m
There wasn’t just a single beam of light—there were six of them, all of which were enveloping the territory that was now "Casstle Main." Or, in other words, he had screwed them over again.
Now, the system was counting the entire region between the two cities as Casstle Main Territory, and by extension, the challenge was set to encompass the entire region.
Sylas took a breath as the giant slowly stood to his feet.
[Itzam (—)]
[Level: 47]
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[Physical: 4289]
[Mental: 3344]
[Will: —]
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’What is going on here…’
There was something special about these temples. They might mirror the Mountains of Giza as well. He didn’t think it was a coincidence that they also happened to be pyramids, although of a different form and kind.
The question was, was it an opportunity that so many of them had chosen to target this region? Or did it represent something else entirely?
"Cassarae."
"Yes?"
"I’m the vanguard. From now on, everyone bands together, holds the line, and doesn’t move a single step from the city. I will clear the temples myself. Understood?"
Cassarae frowned, but when she studied Sylas’ face, she could see that he was dead serious.
"This isn’t smart," she finally said.
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