You and Zenon were the first to arrive at the dungeon. Zenon was nervous, you could see it hidden in his features. He completely broke down when the captain assigned his first dungeon mission. You let him talk to you about what happened, the trauma behind it; how his best friend died on a dungeon mission, how he was terrified to ever go back near a dungeon, fearing someone would die. You weren't a kind person, but you had his missions reassigned after that. You didn't need another break down on your hands, it was a waste of time. You were surprised by how well he was holding it together but didn't show it.
"We're not waiting for them. They never arrive on time. Let's go." You stepped forward into the dungeon, the base of your cloak flicking out behind you due to the force and speed of your steps. Zenon gulped deeply, his Adam's apple bobbing before he dug his nails into his palms and followed behind you. He was like a dog to its master, and it pissed you off. He was fidgeting while you walked sone faced. You had a job to do, no time to waste on a squad that never listened.
It was quiet. Aside from his rough steps when you'd shove him out of the way of a trap every now and then. Zenon didn't complain and you found no reason to speak. Walking through the dark or illy illuminated stone halls of the dungeon, you didn't shift your focus. You wanted to complete this mission and get to Kiten. Do the job he left you to do. Every time another thought entered your mind, you shoved it aside just as quickly as it appeared. You ad to be on the look out for enemies, though you doubted there would be any this close to the Strong Magic Region.
"You promised, right?" Zenon's words found their way into your ears. You knew what he meant. He looked as though he was about to throw-up when you were leaving this morning. Just like before, he shook, quivered, his stomach churned in fear. 'I promise you, Zenon, nothing bad will happen. I won't let it happen. Don't doubt me. Not ever.' "Zenon, what did I tell you about doubting me? Don't do it. I don't lie, in fact I truly despise liars. I hate them, almost as much as I hate unjust evil. You should know this by now." You weren't soft, just harsh. It almost made him stop, but he didn't. He knew you didn't lie; you never did. "Right. Thank you, (Y/N), sir." Zenon thanked politely. His shakes slowed but didn't cease; it was better than nothing.
You passed chests with a human's internal organs, the odd pile of gold and jews, but it wasn't what you were searching for. What you were searching for would give of a presence. Whether it be an item or a scroll. You'd know when you found it. Around you, you could sense the presence of magic beasts, but they didn't attack. Your assumption was the amount of mana shared between you and Zenon, them fearing it. Realising that it would be a pointless attack that would get them killed. However, there was still a chance that there was a bigger, stronger beast scaring them too, one they feared.
You focused more on detecting mana using a skill regarding Mana Zone. Feeling the mana from objects, creatures, and people, you'd be able to take out a surprise attack immediately. Furthermore, you'd be able to keep tabs on Zenon. If you could feel his mana, you'd know he was still behind you, no matter how silent he was. There was over fifteen beasts hidden. There was no way you and Zenon were keeping them all back, it was only a matter of time before one of them decided to take the leap towards the two of you.
You were going to turn back to see Zenon, despite feeling his mana, however a wave of nauseating magic enveloped you. You weren't the only one judging by Zenon's next words, "do you feel that?" He was shaking again; you could hear it in his voice. It was growing stronger by the second. Whatever was causing it was approaching, and quickly. 'Mother of all...' you thought before turning back on your heel to Zenon. You placed a hand in the center of his chest, shoving him back violently, "get back!" Zenon stumbled back, landing on the ground. When he looked up, an eruption of acidic mucus bursted from underneath where he stood.
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The White Wolf
Fanfiction(Y/N) is a nineteen year old boy living in the noble realm. Status never bothered (Y/N), he didn't care who you were or where you were from. Not after the incident; he didn't care. In a recently formed squad; White Wolves, (Y/N) was promoted to vice...
