Reincarnated as a Mutt

Chapter 16: The Labyrinth: Introduction

    Dread awoke and found himself in a catacomb that was slightly flooded. He sat on the debris, caused from his crash, silently for a minute. The golem looked down and saw he regenerated all but his lower half. His flaming irises were snuffed out, expressing his discontent. The golem sighed and healed his body with [Arcane Healing], watching his body regrow and look as if he never suffered any injuries. At that moment he was content and felt pride. His master developed a spell that could even heal the undead! While he may not classify as an undead he was certainly made from them, thus would suffer damage from regular Healing Magic. He respected his master and admired him, always studying and finding ways to improve his magic on his own long before the noble's magicians showed up.

   Although distorted, he could vaguely feel his master's life signature much to his relief. He heard shuffling footsteps up ahead and turned his attention to the sound, and a few [Spinning Magic Arrows] flickered into existence beside him. The flames in his sockets flickered as he realized he could use his magic once more. From around the corner of a corridor in front of him, two pairs of glowing topaz eyes met his sight. From the darkness of the corridor were two dark green goblins in cloaks and smiled as they saw a comrade. Seeing it was only the goblin twins and sensing their enslaved chains, Dread dispelled the arrows.

   They approached him and spoke, "Lord Dread, it's great to see you in good health!" Cho nodded in agreement. "If you're here, then Master must be nearby!" Dread stared at the two and shook his head, much to their shock. "Geh!? He's not here!?" The twins were shocked and were uneasy. Dread looked at his right palm and willed the <Eternal Soul Slaving Pearl Prison> to come to him. If it appeared then he could recall Bob, Scar, Dagger Head, and Gorge. Once that happened his master would notice that his prized possession would be missing and most likely try to summon it back along with him. However, nothing arrived. Dread then tried to communicate with his mental link and received no response. The flames in his sockets were snuffed out and he looked up, staring at the hole he fell from. No matter how close he looked there was no light and the hole had shut suddenly, much to his shock.

   "Um, Lord Dread?" Gob spoke as he scratched his head, his expression filled with worry along with his brother Cho. "Is everything alright? H-how do you feel?" Dread looked at the ceiling where the hole was previously and sighed.

   "Peachy. . ."

[Scar POV]

   I stroked Gorge's head as he groaned sadly. Dagger Head slithered up my shoulder and also felt troubled as I am. It would seem we are in a dungeon. No, that's not right. This air. . .this feeling. It's not a dungeon. It's a labyrinth. I remember back when I was alive and a hot blooded youth I would venture in dungeons with my party. That was before I enlisted to serve along my fellow man and to protect my country. My party. . .they're dead now most likely. Though there's still Isabelle, she could still be alive with her race. As for my comrades. . .my brothers. . . Such pain. . .anger. . .I can't forget what happened. Vengeance. . .he's most likely dead at this point too.

   I lost my sword. How troublesome, I was growing quite fond of it. All I have is my bow and daggers. This is troubling. I've had some training in martial arts before, but my body. . .my memories. . . I've lost so much and yet. . . No point in getting hung up over the past, we need to regroup with the others and find Young Master.

   Young Master. . .he truly is strange. It is obvious even to me that he's not from this world. He's a Transmigrator. When was the last time I met one again. . . No, don't dither now. It's imperative we find the others. I took the lead and began walking forward as Gorge follows. This bear is a fine steed. . .though he's a bear and not a horse. Yet, I can sense our compatibility and surely he does as well. As an undead I never tire nor do I require sustenance as a skeleton. Gorge would not stop me if I were to request to mount him, however, I'm without a sword and we're in a rather unsuitable environment for us to do any riding. I believe it to be more beneficial if I were to not hinder his movements and were on foot. I may have forgotten my martial arts training, but my strength and undead advantages should allow me to be useful even without my training.