Parallel - A Virtual Reality.

V2. Chapter 11. Welcome Back! (Part 1)

'They are still not back' thought Eroda as he paced himself around the room. Books containing exuberant magic power laid around as if they were trash along with scrolls that could bring mayhem whenever he wanted.

It has been a while since the three children left. Eroda has been asking himself this whole time if he made the right decision back then to tell them about the Dungeon of Wishes. One of the reasons is because of its low success rate over the years, and also because it has been used as a trial for the strong to conquer. It is known that the master that took the less time to complete it was the wielder of the Shaping Sword and even him took 3 months to be able to do it.

The Shaping Sword is a weapon with enormous powers, it had taken many names by the ones that had met it, and it is almost impossible to track as the last person who wielded it died around 300 years ago, making its power sealed. In fact, there is a rumor that it has never been completely released from its seal. If that is true, then that makes it truly terrifying!

It is often known like that because it takes shape as the weapon that has the most compatibility with the one who will wield it.

But even so, that same person who had it took 3 months to pass through The Wisher, a being that is as absolute as one of the Gods...

A shudder runs through Eroda as he remembers that monster. Even if he has twice the guts, he would never want to face that lunatic by his own volition.

So, if the children went to that place, it wouldn't wonder him that it would take them a couple of years to go through it... if they go through it at all.

Then, he suddenly felt a familiar aura, it is faint, almost impossible to notice, but it has that same... no, it is mixed with another few ones! And they are getting near... it might be-

"Eroda!" suddenly shouts Trace while going into the house

"What is it?" Asks Eroda, woken up from his reverie and mindful as it might be some bad news about Arapi Kingdom that has started to move.

"It's them! The children and another 3 people are coming here!"

'It was truly them!' Thought Eroda as his lips are now forming a wide smile and says "It seems they got stronger in this short span of time, huh"

"Yes, I noticed a strange presence coming near, they aren't really close, but they will get here in about an hour" Says Trace, also remembering what the children said before they left. Emotions welled inside him and his chest pushed out with pride as if those kids were his own family.

"If they could do it, then we might have a chance to get scot-free of sacrifices against Arapi Kingdom..."

"Well, it was to be expected, they are the successors of those people" Says Trace as if it is a matter of fact while showing a cheerful smile.

"Yeah, they are" Says Eroda as he waits for those three to come, the children that were left with hope from their Masters, from his Comrades.

They are coming and thus the wheels of destiny started working crazily as steps are closing in.

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"Your Majesty, I have come to inform you that those three have indeed died" Says one of the informants of the King as he kneels down, bowing his head respectfully.

"...They are dead, huh" Says the King while thinking, a smile crosses his face as he contemplates. In the previous battle they had lost more than 20 thousand soldiers, it was a heavy hit to the Kingdom. He had never though they would get defeated by that small village and was resolute to squash it under his palm. But those existence were rather troublesome!