HP - Shadow Monarch!

Chapter 144 - Shadow Monarch's Dungeon 02.

[Chapter Size: 1900 Words.]

Third Person POV

Romania.

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Snape took the first step, advancing across the throne room, while the knight stood beside the chair of some king Snape had no idea who might be, though the knight was clearly guarding the seat while holding his sword, its tip resting on the ground. He stood in a guard position, his gaze fixed on Snape, with the slit in his helmet gleaming where his eyes should have been.

"A type of guard... Is there no king here?" Snape murmured, walking calmly, though sensing this was no ordinary figure due to the strength he emanated.
"He must be as powerful as Dracula," Snape concluded.

Then, the knight made his first move, stepping forward as he descended the throne's stairs. He stopped in front of Snape and raised his sword. It was clearly a challenge to the intruder.
"I see... Very well," Snape said as his own sword began to materialize in his hand, surrounded by crackling lightning. He kept his serious gaze and prepared to fight, mirroring the knight's stance.

It was as if both acknowledged each other as warriors. In the next moment, without a word exchanged, they both kicked off the ground, rushing toward the center of the room. Their blades rose and clashed, producing a metallic clang. It was a test of strength between them. The blades sparked under the intense pressure both exerted, but neither yielded.
"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, with you being the boss of this dungeon," Snape murmured, holding his ground, evenly matched against the knight. This was entirely different from the first dungeon boss he had faced—a wolf in the earlier levels that had startled the system a year ago.

A moment later, both stepped back, taking a few paces before launching themselves forward again, delivering new strikes. In the blink of an eye, their swords began moving at high speed, clashing repeatedly as they sought openings, while the area around them was enveloped in small sparks from their superhuman movements.

Chaos quickly took over the room. The surrounding pillars began to suffer blows from their blades. One of the pillars, weakened, gave way and collapsed on top of the dueling pair. Both quickly moved aside, and the explosion of stones spread across the area, raising dust.

From within the smoke, the knight leapt, charging toward Snape, who kept his guard steady.
"This is certainly entertaining. It's been a while since I've found a worthy opponent with a blade," declared Snape, a satisfied smile on his face. In this world, no one knew how to wield a blade as a weapon, while their swords clashed again, Snape's expression glowing with exhilaration.

The knight was relentless in his attempts to defeat him, but Snape managed to create some distance. He swiftly drew his wand, pointing it at his adversary, and fired a bolt of lightning in his direction. However, the knight deftly dodged, twisting his body.
"He really does have quick reflexes," Snape murmured, intrigued by the enemy's skill.

He watched as the knight raised his hand. Suddenly, the stones from the fallen pillar began to move. Using telekinesis, the knight hurled the stones at Snape. But Snape reacted in time, using his wand to teleport away, avoiding the impact.
"You have your tricks," Snape praised, staring at the knight as the latter prepared to launch another attack.

Once again, the clash of swords echoed throughout the room. Snape carried the experience of his past life, but the muscle memory of this body was not as precise as the movements ingrained in his memories. The knight, on the other hand, while slightly inferior to the original swordsmanship of Morou Kaind, compensated with more experience and complete mastery of his own body—far better than Snape had.