Electus - Chapter 484

Crawling through the structure’s entrance for a few feet, forced snug because of how this place is built. The two ladies made it to a wider opening, easy to stand on and light to progress.

Standing up, slapping her knees with one hand and holding the torch away from her core with the other, Alia utters. “Looks like this Dungeon is less interesting than I thought.”

What she’s referring to, is the lack of texture although she didn’t put it into the word in the best way.

This opening is perhaps 9 feet across and 7 feet high, still snug especially for Isabel whose neck is meeting tension, she can’t stand exactly straight.

Apart from being snugish here, there is no texture as mentioned. Just a cave carrying a lot of dirt, with it’s shade originating where sun strikes, small rocks incrusting the surface, scattered at a low scale.

This is especially odd considering the carved stone entrance just behind them. If the entrance is stone, shouldn’t everything here be the same?

Pointing at a small hole at the end of the small cave here, trying to avoid conversations until they reach a more comfortable place, Isabel utters. “Let’s see where that hole leads too.”

Palms touching the ground, Alia reaches her torch forward, keeping it away from where hair can arise in fire and using the other arm to crawl.

This hole here is smaller than the entrance, it’s just enough for a Human to slip through with awkward effort.

Crawling out, she turns around and spots Isabel struggling tad extra.

This lady is 8 foot tall, such height of course comes with a heavier body mass. Not to mention, Isabel is a Master in Swordsmanship and brings an over the top fit body with her.

Ironically, that contributed to get this fine lady stuck.

Grabbing Isabel under the pits and trying to pull her out, Alia advises. “Clench your ass cheeks Isabel!”

Not sure what she means here, between the attempt to pass through Isabel feels her h.i.p.s touching every side of the hole and gets an idea what Alia meant.

“Oh.” Isabel mutters and tries to close her h.i.p.s in and set her legs straight too.

What has been holding the 8 foot tall lady back, ceased its friction and so Isabel started flying for half a second.

Alia for sure has given a lot of effort to pull the lady out, luckily they walked this off with a couple of small bruises.

Alia lost balance when Isabel suddenly started sliding through the hole. Face first in the mud, it became like a checkpoint as they’ve conquered the beginning of what they think as the Dungeon.

Standing up and pushing Alia a bit away, gentle but a point is made. Isabel expresses, “Thank you for almost breaking my face.”

“Ain’t my fault that you’re carrying Cargo behind you.” Alia slightly shouts and swings her arm with an aim to hit Isabel’s ass.

Isabel became quick to tap away with a step, Alia’s arm meeting her own shoulder after. Basically, she hit herself.

A bit irritated about failure, Alia utters. “If only you weren’t a Master for once.”

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Sinking deeper by the step, the cave started slimming down and forming more like a tunnel. Easier on their knees really, treating their anxiety with care as well by each step over dirt.

They followed the tunnel for a couple of minutes now, admiring a little bit how it stands stable even though it is 10 feet tall and wide.

It would make one think it’s a man dug tunnel, but there are no wooden supports here to keep everything steady, heck even rocks seem rare.

Covering possibly 50 meters of dirt by foot, the two ladies met with a ditch at what seems to be the end of the tunnel.

Well less of a ditch, more of a hole. Looking down they can’t see much apart from darkness, the torch on Alia’s hand is failing to illuminate however deep the bottom of this hole could be.

“Any bright ideas?” Alia asks, hoping that Isabel won’t ask to just jump in.

Not yet speaking, Isabel grabs a fist sized rock and gently tosses it in the hole.

As silence remained firm, they can hear the rock’s whistle as it fights the air, continuing so for 4 seconds.

Klack!

Kgbug.

Kup.

Sounds like the rock has met the bottom, but to Isabel this is a base of valid information although by number small.

Looking at Alia, the smart Master lady here cites. “It has to be at least 50 meters deep, all we can do is climb.”

Trying to buy herself a few seconds to prepare, not so comfortable to climb down there. Alia starts yapping, “I didn’t know we would need a rope or else I would bring one. I mean it’s supposed to be a Dungeon, just old rock stairs and a lot of empty rooms.”

Unintentionally sarcastic, Isabel adds. “You didn’t know that a 2,100 year old Dungeon would be buried underground?”

Waving the torch, Alia immediately stutters after. “Oh please I don’t see you carrying a rope.”

“I don’t need one.” Isabel answers and jumps right in the hole, straight forward.

Although it isn’t exactly certain how deep this ditch is, they can see that it’s only 9 feet wide.

So it makes sense how Isabel just jumped in, she needs to put little to no effort when it comes to reaching the hole’s walls where she can dig her hands to.

Unwilling to follow the same procedure, Alia pulls out her Shortsword, stabs the ground close to her feet and slowly starts climbing down.

In terms of physical strength, she doesn’t have a problem handling this, so success is practically guaranteed.

Hanging on her Sword, she pulls out a little Iron Dagger that was hidden around her hip and stabs the dirt close to her head for the sake of better balance.

Pulling out her Shortsword, out of a sudden she feels her vision become dark and bursting pain on her face too.

Staggered off balance, she starts falling down the ditch, carrying both her weapons.

Noticing the commotion up there, Isabel jerks her vision up and spots Alia’s body rag dolling down.

Reaching out an arm to catch her, catching the lady by the heavy bag she’s carrying, Isabel felt the sudden heaviness of carrying an entire human in such a situation.

The grip she had against the dirt grew weak like a single thread of hair, she too became forced off balance, tipped over with an inevitable fate to fall down.

With Alia over her shoulder now, placed there mid fall and laying there firm, conscious although her vision blurry.

Isabel uses her well toned legs to kick the walls of the hole behind her, launching forward much like a well sprung animal and digging her hands in the dirt again.

This isn’t luck, this is survival of the fittest. They saw her torch fall down, and just a little while after they could see the bottom of this ditch.

It has to be at least 15 meters more below which only means that these two ladies have been falling down for 30 or so meters in those few agile seconds.

Slowly climbing down, with no intent to scold at such a situation. Their feet touching the bottom of the hole, Isabel jokingly asks. “You lost your grip ha?”

“No, someone kicked me in the face!” Alia answers, her tone hollering across what feels like a Cavern considering the echo.

Immediately getting a hint of who did it, Isabel whispers. “That ill.u.s.tratian bastard… Why when I get my hands on him.”

Immediately after she digs her claws on the dirt wall and tries to climb back up, setting her feet firm before launching.

Shouting, Alia encourages. “Don’t, he will follow us anyway. I’m sure that jackass can hear us right now.”

“Fine.” Isabel muttered and turning around, she could see the torch’s illumination cascade their vision half a minute after.

Taking a few seconds to observe their surroundings, Isabel can see the ceiling of this place here about 20 feet above the ground.

As for walls on the side, they can’t see any. The torch’s light can’t reach that far which only states that this place is less of a cave and more of a cavern.

Uncertain where to go next, Isabel is just waiting for any bright ideas coming from Alia.

This lady here has a century of experience when it comes to leadership, so of course after assessing their surroundings, Alia points straight forward and states. “We should go this way first, stuff are usually in the middle.”

Although Isabel can’t really put together what “stuff” this lady is talking about, it won’t kill her to follow so she tip toes behind immediately.

Ten steps in, they notice a figure on the border of the torch’s illumination.

It looks… human. The torch is shining on its back, for some reason it’s rocking left and right, mumbling something in gibberish.

Getting closer, their Swords poked forward for the sake of security, now they can make sense out of one word, that now is being repeated over and over with a hint of slow singing.

“Margaret… Margaret… Margaret.”