Mage of the Abyss: Siola Mithra

Chapter 10 - Arrival at the South Gate

Not long after we got a new member for our raid party, that smile of his faded as he saw me lagging behind, breathing so heavily.

Galliano asked, "Hey, what's up? You ran out of stamina or something?"

"F-Fatigue."

"You mean, you wanna sleep?"

"No, it's just... Well, I enabled the Realism Mode."

"What?" his gasp can tell it all, "Dude, that's just insane. Like for real. I don't see the benefits, but are you sure you can get me out of this place in that state?"

"Don't you doubt me. My plan for our escape won't change just because of this."

"Lass," Boland came, "You alright?"

*Pant *Pant

"Just exhausted, nothing to worry about. Hehe."

Trying to keep that positive energy so that I don't make the group worry about this little miscalculation that I did.

"Come, we gotta move," posing in a weird yet familiar way, "Don't keep me waiting now, lass. We have to hurry, I sensed something is coming for us."

A piggyback pose!

My face is red all the way right now, "Th-Thank you, sir."

"Wait, why don't I do it for you instead?" asked Galliano.

"No, we need to optimize our firepower. Sir Boland will not have a problem with me in his back but you and your attacks would be hindered."

He is a Monk after all. At least if I go with Boland, he can still attack with his sword without shaking much from this uncomfortable posture. Besides, his back is much... thicker. Galliano sighed as he nodded. Don't get why he feels the need to offer his assistance. After all, I'm the one that will be assisting him.

About an hour later, we arrived at the so-called [Gate of Righteous End].

It's enormous.

The height and width of this gate are like a fully built skyscraper but so much wider. It seems like the gate is meant for a giant to go through. Not only that, it's so extravagantly ornated unlike the shithole of a cell we were put in.

I never know much about Prison Realm, mainly because this place is meant to serve as a Tutorial for players to get a hang of things, and never to be visited again.

"Wait, why is it closed?" confused Galliano, "I've walked through here just now and I'm sure, it was wide open. In fact, I've seen some players go in."

'Okay that was confusing, and it looks like he can still call Travelers, Travelers.'

'...'

'I can't even think about saying the word.'

Boland put me down and I noticed that some geared undead were closing in, so I says, "There must be a way to open it. Those Draugr looks different."

"All the wounded stick close to the wall! Ken, you guard them while we take care of those things. You too, Traveler. Don't let them get to any one of ours."

Galliano's eyes peeled before it's narrowed down with a serious look on his face, he nods. Boland quickly went towards the undead.

"What's up?" I asked Galliano.

"Just got a quest."

That surprises me, but it's a relief now that he has a reason to protect the old men. Before I went to assist Boland, "Hey, kid," the old man Dura yelled, "Take this with you!"