*BAANGG!!*
The noise of heavy collision was what greeted Constantine, he had the means to reduce the speed of the fall, but he couldn't stop all of those creatures from falling beside him, even the corpse of the previous werewolf that he managed to slaughter had fallen and technically slapped him across the face.
'Dammit of all moments!'
When he regained his balance, looking at the skies above, he saw there was still light, he only needed to crawl out of this pit using his magic.
*GROWWWLLLL!!*
But the creatures weren't going to put things easy for him, in fact... they all lounged at him simultaneously as if he was the one at fault for what happened in this place.
"Why don't you all attack each other instead!"
[Be careful with the capacity of your cores, if you spend everything fighting them, you're doomed, I can't help you again!]
"You don't need to tell me twice."
Constantine wouldn't be able to make his way out with these creatures constantly using their tentacles to mess him over.
The way to go about those creatures was with fire and flora magic, but with the current capacity of his cores, Constantine was limited.
He kept evading in the pit, perhaps trying to make a window in which he could squeeze from them and start crawling up; while calculating how he was going to do it, he noticed something in the stoned walls of this pit.
'What is that, a person!?'
Constantine saw how there seemed to be a corpse of sorts ingrained in the stone that composed this pit, it was some sort of shadow figure with a sword, but unlike the corpse, the handle of the sword was sticking out.
He deduced it was merely a person that happened to fall here and didn't come out, be it as it may, that wasn't his priority.
Constantine continued to fight those creatures one by one, cursing at the fact that he got a sword for Zamira but not a weapon for himself, at that moment his sight focused on that sword.
He rushed towards it, evading one of the creatures' tentacles and grasped it.
The golden sword was deeply ingrained in the stone.
"Release your hand, bastard!"
!!!
Instinctively he released the sword while gasping, what was that just now?!
*BAANG!!!*
One of the creatures was so ravenous that it jumped and crashed straight where he had been, crushing the sword apparently sliced through the stone, falling on the ground, however, after evading the weapon was far from his reach.
Constantine decided to ignore the voice that he heard previously, believing it was his own imagination since even Zebellia didn't comment about it, he needed to run an entire circle around these creatures in order to reach the sword, but he desperately needed a weapon if he wanted to limit his usage of magic.
'There is no other option...'
While evading them he thought about decreasing their numbers by attacking the flesh instead of the shell. More precisely, the flesh that protruded from beneath together with the tentacles, the creatures resembled some sort of snails or crustaceous.
*BAAANGGG!!!*
He managed to finish one of them by using flora magic, protruding the roots from beneath it and slowly impaling it, but he sacrificed a lot of magic to do just that, now, he only had three cores with one of them fully depleted.
'Dammit dammit... these things are a pain in the ass!' He thought, there were at least ten more to go, and they didn't seem to be about to begin resting.
**
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Grasping the sword, Constantine fought those creatures, it was magnificent; cutting through but not enough due to his lack of physical strength.
He didn't know how much he fought, but upon the arrival of the night time there were still five of those things left and two of his cores were depleted, it was becoming harder to run away and there was barely any visibility due to the arrival of the night.
Thankfully, the Sandoria was gracious.
He noticed that one by one those creatures seemed to be going into a hibernation of sorts, they stopped fighting but looked at him with cautiousness, hiding back inside their shells.
"Thankfully, come on big man, go and sleep some!" He kicked the last one away with all of his strength and that seemed to have done the deed, the last one of them went to sleep.
Constantine slumped on the dark ground, holding the golden sword and utterly tired.
[Nice job... at least I know that you won't be utterly hopeless if we're to fall into the abyss... that princess is on her own with Zamira now.]
'I trust Zamira will be able to keep her safe. If I know her as well as I do... she's going to come here thinking I disappeared.'
[Hopefully... are you crawling out of this place now? you have two of your cores almost depleted, one of them slowly regenerating, the other one completely empty... you're basically naked]
'Not yet, there is something I want to see first.'
Constantine remained looking towards the starry skies for a while, it was utterly dark with only the light coming from the stars reflecting subtlety inside, sadly, the moon wasn't shining this way.
As he panted, he saw how some of the stars on the border started to disappear or at least, that's what he believed he saw, but with this much fatigue, he didn't bother to check further.
Staggering up he walked towards the direction of his objective, that person that seemed to be stamped against the stone but now the sword was in his hands.
He paid attention to it, the weapon was remarkable, whether it was gold or not he didn't know, but it certainly weighted as much, It was a broadsword roughly half of his size, about a metre and fifty. Long and regal.
There were words on one side of it, glyphs that he couldn't recognise normally but due to Aurelianne's blessing, he knew what they said.
Single King.
'Was this guy some king?' He assumed.
He touched the corpse for a brief moment, feeling slight melancholy, a melancholy that wouldn't be long-lasting.
"GIVE THAT THING BACK, BOY!"
!!!
His instinct was to point the sword in all... there was no light, the enemy could be anywhere.
"Why are you turning around like an idiot? I'm here!"
"Where?!"
"Here!"
"Where is here?!"
"Right in front of you, little runt!"
"..."
It was the stoned statue of the person, but it didn't make sense, he heard the voice as if someone was speaking, but this corpse wasn't moving its mouth.
Constantine started looking at it and produced a wisp of fire to light up the place, that was when he saw that horrendous visage, the corpse was a skull with the mouth wide open in his direction.
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!"
His first instinct was to yell to the skies.
"My ears!" The 'person' answered in irritation.
"W-What are you!? wait, what ears?!" The voice of the corpse echoed in the pit, there was some silence before he heard that voice again.
"I'm but a despaired lion without hope... even a little runt comes here to steal my sword, what is your name, boy...? what a pitiful being you must be if you had the bad luck of coming here just like me..." Melancholy was everything that this corpse had.
"Before I tell you my name, what is this? where are we?" He'd normally say that this was merely a pit, but the formation of this place wasn't natural, how could it be hollow when that clearing above was completely sealed with soil? that shouldn't be possible.
"We are in one of those gods' bins, that bastard Sandork... right now we're nothing more than trash." The voice spoke as if it was drunk, yet another delusion.
"Sandork again... I don't get it."
"It is simple, you will remain forever here with me until we're both plastered against this tone hehehee~"
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