《The Verge of Ascension》 Chapter 0 - Prologue The Prologue - Defeat As plentiful as the droplets of rain that fell from the sky, barbed arrows blanketed the clouds as a wave was fired into the demonic fray of abominations; nightmares fell left and right, the arrows embedding themselves within the rotting flesh of the creatures. The field many leagues wide as it is long was the battlefield of such depravity. Blood splattered the ground, arms ripped from their sockets, the dying screams of men as they cried out in absolute horror could be heard past the Mountains of Oru that surrounded the plains. Unlike the mountains that shielded the plains from the outside world, like a cocoon breeding the next disgusting creatures of damnation. The battle was given no name as not a single soul would dare remember such a time. Thousands of lives lost in a single strike from an isolated Phobos; the strike sent out a shock-wave that destroyed the most solid of ground, letting bodies slip into the darkness below. Another volley of arrows arrived killing both men and abomination. The slick sound of arrows piercing the inhumane army of death and destruction; a moment of silence passed. Then, screams rivaling that of banshees erupted, shattering the eardrums of the combined armies of the five races that set aside all differences to face the monsters at their door. Petty things like rivalries or religion swept aside in order to answer the calling of the greatest war ever witnessed by any Human, Elf, Xenan, Dwarf, and Beast-man alike. Many battles were fought and lost; a single win was never within reach, as the demonic hell-spawn wiped stronghold after stronghold, kingdom after kingdom until the few scraps civilization was left fighting tooth and claw against an unstoppable force. A soldier that can be identified as a Beast-man by his hind-legs and lightning fast tail, ripped through the demons that crawled out of the earth, like a weed that will never die and will come back even with the roots ripped out. Shredding demon after demon with a single-edged blade made of steel folded over fifty times with a length of just over half a yard, a crossguard fitted to protect his right hand. On his left hand was a shield sized to protect his entire chest that was thicker and laden with muscles that pressed against the chainmail and white tunic he wore. A Helmet gilded with gold along the edges covered his head, made with acute angles to match his feline brethren. The legs were left with layered metal pads to allow for flexibility which matched the gauntlets worn. Along with the gauntlets was a special hook-shot with a special barbed head. In addition, a long rope enforced with a steel-gold alloy made only for the purpose of bringing down a Phobos. The design was copied to the rest of the races with only minor adjustments to fit the fighting style of each race. Sprinting with ease, the Beast-man sliced his way through the army of hellish creatures. Their mouths oozing a black liquid that scorched the land, beady eyes that seemed to rip into ones own soul and tainted it, leathery skin mixed with a slimy coating that lubricated any sharp edge and acted as an effective way to prevent cuts and the severing of limbs were the main design of the grotesque creatures that plagued the lands. Parrying a swipe from on of the creatures poisonous claws, the soldier flicked his wrist and hacked into the monster; the Phobos was close. A massive behemoth that shook the ground with an isolated step. The appearance of each Phobos varied to a large extent as the only way to classify such a creature would be by the sheer size and weapon each one carried and the number of darkened gems that powered such a behemoth. There were only a few encounters with a Phobos. They never appeared in pairs nor did they arrive alone. Each one was a spawning ground for the monsters that made up the army of the underworld. Another swing of the massive weapon that could only be characterized as a miniature mountain smashed the ground, obliterating foot-soldiers and demons alike. With barely enough time to react the Beast-man threw all his power into a single bound which avoided the shock-wave that would have shattered his bones. With a loud thud accompanied with the clanging of metal the soldier pumped his hind-legs and dashed madly towards the lonely Phobos. The Phobos, with its humanoid form, could be brought down and killed only by destroying the dark gems located at the joints. As such an entire legion of mages were required in order to accomplish such a task. A group of fellow soldiers of varying races had already made their way to the giant and begun restricting its movement. Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. Aiming just slightly above where he intended he pressed a button and the sound of compressed air screeched; he hit his mark and began to run around the feet of the giant. Ten minutes passed and the soldier finally made a single lap around the Phobos. On his way he met a human struggling against the mud-caked and shattered ground. With a single movement of his right hand, he sheathed his sword and grabbed the human. Oddly enough the human collapsed from exhaustion. And the Beast-man put more force in his leaps. Thirty minutes passed and soon the Phobos began another swing of his massive club. Raising the weight of a mountain the titan held the club in the air for a brief moment and brought it down; the Beast-man gave one quick glance as the club connected with the earth and everything faded to black in an instant. The Elves that witnessed the scene began chanting as the Phobos tripped and fell down upon the soldiers. With spells at the ready, the legion of Elves launched their spells. Bright lights flickered and whizzed across the battlefield and exploded upon impact of the gems that held the Phobos together. Volley after volley, of spells and arrows shattered the dark gems; each one disintegrated into a black mist. With a roar the titan was brought to an end. However, as if sensing a fallen comrade, the earth burst, sending chunks of rocks and dirt the size of a large man flying across the battlefield, crushing soldier and monster. The front-lines could not afford a glance but the Elves however knew their time was at an end. Five more of those impossible abominations rose from the ground and brought with them, victory for the demonic army. The Allied Forces of Calyptos was massacred and could put up no resistance as each weapon swept across the armies like a red hot knife pressed against fresh butter. That was the deciding moment. When all hope was lost civilization turned to survival of the fittest. Chaos ensued and only a few stragglers were left to rebuild. There was no hero to rise and save them, to carry them to victory. Yet when everything settled the few thousand that survived waited out the storm. The demonic army slowly vanished back into the depths and a millennium passed. That battle was given no name. That battle was forgotten in the river of time. It was an event that reset all of Calyptos. Yet such knowledge was never passed down as part of a legacy of sacrifice. It was a mistake. Yet it was the mistake of mortals, not the gods. This time the gods are ready. Their arrogance dashed and left weakened from the lack of prayers. They leave their hope in a single tiny life that will shake the foundations of time. Chapter 1 - The Hearth of a Child Chapter 1 ¨C The Hearth of a Child A small kingdom South of the Oru Mountains and East of the Widowed Valley prided in itself, the safety of the people. Walls that seemed to reach the heavens, was fortified with ballista spaced between three yards. The brick was joined by molten metal, that was cooled nearly instantly like steel rods for bones. Holes within the walls to allowed the pouring of seething hot tar on top of any invader fool-hardy enough to attack. Such a haven was called Taguan. Within its walls were five districts. The Merchant District was located to the east of the center and was the nearest district to the gates, separating the inner kingdom and the outside world. The area was filled with merchants coming and going, selling their various wares and, chasing the occasional thief. The Red-Light District was found south of the heart of the kingdom brimming with sex businesses where a variety of adults ranging from mercenaries to young nobles slithering past their guards to engorge themselves with the pleasures found in such a place. In addition, the Void Market could be accessed from such a place. Varied objects of immoral capacity were sold to those that could pay the appropriate price. From illegal substances synthesized from ingredients found in the Widowed Valley to child slaves, the selection of products were extensive and intimidated those of weak will. The Holy District was built to the north farthest from the vulgar district to the south. Within its borders were the constructed libraries, holy sites, magical buildings littered the sides of the district with a large mana fountain based in the middle as the main attraction for the plaza. Mages of diversified professions and calibers were strewn about performing their duties for the day. Only for those that love a high risk with high reward, The Familia could be joined after a rigorous test to prove one''s own worth. Found farthest to the north a massive mansion rivaling the central castle provided the accommodations to those that were accepted. The majority of the population was comprised of commoners of low birth and the occasional thief. Such people of low stature was found to the west in the Suburbs. Poverty and disease ran rampant throughout the area claiming innocent lives each day while the heart of Taguan, the Capital, remained blissfully ignorant of suffering beneath them. The medicine to cure diseases were found in every other district but, the Suburbs. Even the Red-Light District had the ability to purchase medicine from the Void Market. The nobles considered the Suburbs as their own personal slums to dispose of trash. Damaged clothes, scraps of food, illegitimate children and, anything considered trash was thrown into the district. The repugnant smell filled broad chunks of the area. Yet the tiny souls of children paid no mind. They focused on enjoying what they could from tiny little puddles made from the accumulation of garbage to playing King of the Hill. The children played while their parents poured the soul into making enough kilo to by scraps of food left by the other districts. The desperate ones were found clawing through trash and marrow-less bones. The sound permeating throughout the district. Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. A single boy was isolated from such actions. With little grunts he climbed the stone walls of a tiny house. Straining his arm he reached out, grabbing the next crevice that allowed his small hands a place to grip onto. Another grunt signified the child pulling himself up. Shifting his gaze he scanned the eroded wall for another foothold; one final chink in the wall just beyond his grasp was found. If he jumped, his goal would be within his reach. A faint sound of metal colliding with the stone pavement alerted the boy; the increasing volume of noise gave away the position of a guard making their rounds. The boy''s heart was beating faster knowing the punishment for what he is committing. His final stretch was his haven. The rooftop would hide the boy from the guard''s detection. Taking his chances the boy emptied his strength into his legs and leaped with all his might. The child could feel the small craggy opening in which to grip onto slip from his grasp. Feeling his stomach in his throat and the breath of authority behind him, the boy closed his eyes and crashed against the cold stone below. ¡°Ya know brat? If it were anyone else but meself ya would have had yer hands chopped off,¡± the guard sighed. He was too late to catch the boy but, he was not too late to witness what the boy had attempted. It was not the action of climbing that would have been the reason for the boy''s punishment. It was what the boy could access. A highway of rooftops that could let anyone into the vulnerable homes of the common people. The rooftops were often used by thieves for their nefarious purposes. The boy had barely understood the soldier, so he simply apologized and pushed himself off the bloody pavement. ¡°If only ye could see yerself, brat,¡± the guard said gruffly as he pulled out a cloth to clean the child''s left shoulder and back. The scrapes and massive bruise evident of the amount of pain the child was in. Taking out a rounded container of water, the soldier moistened the cloth and dabbed the scrapes the child had sustained; blood stained the cloth. ¡°Ya need t'' stop trying to reach something you never will reach ye hear me brat?¡± He then moved to cleaning the tiny jagged rocks that found a way to ingrain itself into the cuts. ¡°Yes sir, sorry sir,¡± was the only reply from the child. Flinching from the stinging cloth, he tried scrambling away. Hoping to get away from the adult. The soldier quickly grabbed the child¡¯s arm and expressed his annoyance, ¡°Sit still brat. Those wounds are just askin'' t'' be infected ye hear? Kids these days don'' know what¡¯s good fer them.¡± A breath later the soldier continued, ¡°Just play with the other brats out there. No good can come from ascend''n ter a place you ain''t gonna und''rstand ye hear?¡± Doing anything to get the guard off him, the child nodded. Loosening his grip the soldier stood up and said one final piece of supposed advice, ¡°Wait till ya grow a bit then try again.¡± The child widened his eyes upon hearing those words. Noticing, the guard flashed a smile and tilted his head. With quick steps, the guard made his way back to his rounds while grumbling incoherently. ¡°He''s grow''n a bit fast don''tcha think my Lady?¡± A whisper in his right ear answered his question, ¡°It¡¯s the only way,¡± Chapter 2 - Valerie Lataine Chapter 2 - Valerie Lataine The rays of the sun Helios, signaled the birth of a new day. The light burst forth and overflowed the bedroom of Valerie Lataine. Bouncing off and giving life to a room only fueled by the subtle purrs of a newly lit fireplace. A sudden shift of weight on the bed notified Valerie of the presence of one of her personal maids. ¡°My lady, your garments and meal have been prepared,¡± the maid announced. Compared to a commoner, Valerie was a goddess. She contrasted a low-life in every single aspect. Her fiery crimson hair an indication of her bloodline; blood-red pupils matched the color of her hair. Her face showed pure ferocity like a noble Ruby Dragon. Smooth skin as soft as silk from a Spider Queen. Her graceful movements, a pure joy to those that witness such a blessing. Boys of noble birth knew their chances of even being able to approach her had long fallen into an eternal abyss. Unlike the pampered princesses of her lineage, Valerie was a natural combatant and mage. She could easily master sword techniques that would have taken decades for a seasoned veteran to learn. Her mind quickly grasped the concepts and properties of the magical world, allowing her to cast nearly any spell on the first try. Valerie was a master in the art of war and carnage. Her bloodthirsty nature kept a secret from all the nobles and commoners. She was known for violent outbursts during her training, nearly killing several of her instructors. Other than her temper, Valerie appeared to thrive at being the perfect princess. However that was only to the outsider. Sitting up from her bed, she let the light from the sun slowly filter into her eyes and allowed herself to adjust to the morning light. ¡°A fair morning, is it not Cecilia?¡± she asked, questioning the maid. Slightly curious to see if the response would be the same as it has always been. Slightly tilting her body and head forward she responded with the exact same boring answer, ¡°Yes, a fair morning it is. My lady.¡± ¡°Have you wondered what would happen if you said anything different Cecilia?¡± ¡°No my lady. The thought has not crossed my mind,¡± ¡°Very well then, you are dismissed,¡± Valerie said, her words strained to match the stretching movement she committed to every single day. Turning around she could see the clothes of the maid. Black clothing outlined with an apron that could be detached whenever it was not required. The shoulders were rounded and spaced to provide flexibility. A long skirt that reached the ankles covered the maid¡¯s legs. Silver frills decorated the dark cloth that hid the corset underneath. Cecilia¡¯s face was rounded, combined with sharp cheekbones, and narrowing eyes, and a tail that had the strength of a fully grown ox behind it, Cecilia was identified as a Beast-man. ¡°Oh! Before you leave, prepare my sword, I plan to go out today,¡± ¡°Yes, my lady, right away,¡± the maid replied and swiftly removed herself from the room. An odd sensation tingled Valerie. Inspiration of unknown origins made her feel like she wanted change. She didn¡¯t care if it brought fortune or despair to the people around her. Anything was better than being stuck in an endless sad loop she was stuck in. Valerie needed action and today was the day. Unbeknownst to the general public and officials, a dungeon lived under the citadel. A Living Dungeon was unlike any cave or crypt one may explore to find hidden riches. To be granted access to the dungeon, one must acquire a sacrifice of significant worth. The lives given to the dungeon allows it to feed and hatch monsters. Each and every monster created gave resources for the kingdom to use. When defeated, the monsters shatter and, the shards combine into a single item to be retrieved. What was created was dependent on the monster and if searching for a specific item, luck. Such rewards were wrought with absolute life threatening danger. Defeating a single monster in a Living Dungeon was a great feat that only warriors or magicians of awe-inspiring skill could achieve. Valerie was the youngest among their ranks. The castle itself was designed by the most symmetrical-impulsive engineer in the kingdom; his name was Pythos. The general shape of the castle took on a triangular shape facing north with towers on each corner connected by massive walls, guards, and ballista. At the northern-most point of the castle was the throne-room guarded by the King¡¯s elites. The south-east contained the living quarters for all the servants. While, the south-west region was where all the barracks were found. The center of the castle held a courtyard riddled with trees and an artificial lake with a diameter of, a quarter of a league. Within the lake, hidden in its depths was the entrance to the Living Dungeon. A couple hours passed and Valerie was finally finished her morning routine. Greeting her father, and the nobles that came to visit when the morning was still in its infancy and her training, all consumed hours she could have spent killing monsters and searching for interesting loot. By the time she regained her senses, she found herself by the lake. Each morning was like that. A blur of time where she would slowly fall into a trance until her routines were over. If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. Quickly casting a spell, she sent out a wave of energy into the lake, immobilizing anything that could be used as a worthy sacrifice. ¡°Letta ora brofa oxos,¡± she chanted, casting a spell that allowed her to draw breath as she dove into the waters. ¡°Drafta ora atre,¡± she spoke once in the water, drying her clothes. Casting another spell she countered her body¡¯s natural buoyancy and let herself sink in the darkness of the lake. Once Valerie felt she had arrived at the correct depth, she cast another spell boosting her speed. She quickly grabbed a massive fish that lived in the lake and then moved deeper into the lake until she reached the lake-bed. A gigantic shifting gate decorated with the bones of the underwater life that Valerie used to gain access to the dungeon, loomed over her. Lifting her sacrifice, the gate spewed out a dark crimson mist that mingled with the dark waters. Slowly her grip loosened as the dungeon took control of her hand, forcing her to let go. Her heart raced as she couldn¡¯t feel her fingers. Her mind forcing her body to stand still and let the dungeon swallow her. An instant a bright light bathed her and a tug of her entire body brought her into the Living Dungeon. ¡°Deep breaths Valerie. You have done this many times over. Fear is beneath you.¡± Valerie kept reminding herself. Yet the screams of monsters as they battled each other, nearly forced Valerie to her knees. The sheer force of their battle cries forced Valerie to cast a spell to protect her ears, and reinforce her body, ¡°Shastra ora ous tora brofa¡±. As she finished the spell she could feel the roars ease their power on her body allowing Valerie to draw onyx black sword and move forward. Scouting her surroundings, she noticed the disgusting walls. The walls themselves were a pinkish color with a blue and red incoherent pattern that pulsed with energy. Remnants of various creatures were scattered and poked out from the walls, as if the walls themselves were eating the remains and sucking out whatever nutrients it could find. The floor itself was constructed of similar design with a bumpy feeling that unnerved Valerie to no end. However she pushed forward and finally found herself in the midst of a battle. All the monsters resembled humans with arms and legs but the differences were vast. The amount of arms differed from monster to monster as each one was a simple spawn of the dungeon with no evolutionary background to draw from. Sometimes the monsters had no limbs at all and were just piles of acidic goo that would consume everything in its path. Whatever the case may be, Valerie cast more spells that fortified her arms and sword, and two more spells to boost her speed and perception. Once she was ready, she charged into battle, cutting everything down. Battles was where Valerie felt that she be herself. An insane blood-thirsty animal with the intent of annihilating everything that stood in her way. The feeling of flesh and bones splitting filled her with happiness that would be increased by the shattering sounds as the monster broke into magical shards to form an item she would leave behind for later. Adrenaline forced her to go faster, flicking her wrist to literally disarm multiple foes in a single strike. Spinning gracefully, she cleaved even more in two. The same trance that befell her during the morning soon set in as she let her mind drift away. Clicking her tongue, she waded through the items that hovered over the ground. Many of them she had already received on her other visits to the place; today was her fifth time. Only several items caught her eye, two swords, a staff, and a fairly large rock with runes inscribed into it. With a pull of a string she opened up her pack and gathered the items she wanted, whether to sell or to keep, Valerie would decide at a later time. She sheathed her sword and moved to grab the items she wanted. A sudden shift in the ground startled Valerie and she swiftly drew her sword. The metal screeching as she pulled out the sword. Facing the epicenter of the shock, Valerie noticed the ground rising. The floor suddenly being pushed upwards, only for it to slowly deflate and be violently pushed even more upwards. ¡°This is it,¡± Valerie whispered to herself. Cracks formed as the tumor grew. The size of the room seemed to grow as well. Almost to the size of the castle itself. Her eyes widening, her grip around her sword tightening, she witnessed herself being faced with a slowly rising foe. At first mist, similar to what appeared near the entrance flooded the floor. Then, a massive gem the size of an entire house rose. Boulders seemingly connected to the gem with electrical and magical currents revealed itself. ¡°I guess that¡¯s the chest,¡± Valerie continued, fear slowly infecting her mind. The wait felt like an eternity, but Valerie was rewarded with the sight of a monster she had only read in myths and legends that were unbelievable. What stood in front of her with its massive club drawn was a Phobos. Chapter 3 - Sharpening a Blade Chapter 3 - Sharpening a Blade A loud clang sounded as two blades connected. Sparks flew and the vibrations quickly numbed the child''s arm. "Hah! Is that all ya can do brat?" the soldier screamed in the young boy''s ear. "No sir!" the boy quickly responded while bringing his shield up to protect him from the next strike. The young boy felt his left arm quickly bruise from the impact of the sword as a loud thud echoed out and bounced around the walls of an empty room in the barracks of the Capital. The swords the soldier and the boy used were of human craftsmanship. The blade as plain as a desert with a crossguard made of reinforced bronze and a hilt wrapped in cloth and glued on using Varta goo, were used as their sparring weapons. The guard had casually explained that a Varta was a small furry creature that would inject poison into its pray, turning the victim into goo. The goo was naturally sticky and would gathered before the Varta could consume the goo. In addition, the shield was of the same material. The bronze would act as the shield backed by a leather handle and strap. The protection however, was not enough to keep the child from being affected by the force of the soldier''s swing. "C''me on brat! Yer shield is suppos''d t'' be a we''pon!" "Of course sir!" the child shouted back trying to shake off the numbing feeling in both of his arms. Tensing his entire arm, the boy lifted his arm and twisted his torso. Turning his wrist clockwise while flicking it, the child swung his sword at a blinding speed, surprising the soldier. Taking advantage of the opening created, the boy dashed forward pumping his legs and smashed his shield into the soldier''s body, resounding in a strained grunt as the air rushed out and escaped from the adult''s lungs. Following through, the child kept his stance low and proceeded to unleash a flurry of blows that the guard blocked with clumsy haste. They were nearing a rack of shields that were stored near the back of the room far away. Pressing forward, the boy suddenly lost all feeling in his arms and hands and soon found out he that he was defenseless. "Kid," the soldier huffed. "You do realize that you would be dead right now," "Yes sir..." the child tiredly responded. The room grew quiet. Only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard. "Sir, why are you doing this?" the child asked. "Ya know brat? I havn''t the fa''ntest idea," the soldier answered, his breath clearly audible in the room. "Ya see, I was ask''d ta by som'' impertan'' acqua''ntance o'' mine," he continued. "The''e be times w''en I ask me''self tha same question. Th''s acqua''ntance o'' mine is very impertan'' to me an'' tha'' mean'' ya be impertan'' t'' me to," "I see sir," the child said. Questions upon the dozen forming since when they first met formed in his head. Why was he so important to the soldier? Why in the world would the child be helped by some random man? Was it truly just an acquaintance of the soldier? Who was the acquaintance? The questions kept coming and he was receiving no definitive answer. At least not yet the child hoped. The child did not know how to have a conversation, so he kept to responses that would not incur anger upon him. Simple sentences such as, Yes sir, Of course sir, and its derivatives were all the child used. What would happen if he tried to express himself? Last time he tried, he was only four years old. A very young child just learning how to sprint ran across the rooftops, leaped and hopped across gaps between the crumbling buildings. There he was, free with no walls to obstruct him. Only a massive flat area that slowly sloped upwards as one got closer towards the Capital gates, was where the child could feel himself. Air blasted past him as he increased his speed. The holes beneath him was none of his concern. Only the gates on the far side of the Suburbs was his destination. If he could reach those gates, the boy would finally know what was on the other side. What brought him out of his dream was the screaming of two people. Turning around the child noticed a man and a woman. They were screaming at him. Raging at him. Why were they angry at him? He was causing no trouble. No one else was with him and he could not see anyone else other than the two far away from him. So why were they yelling at him? Unfamiliar sounds came from behind him and, the child turned around meeting an incredibly tall and rough looking man with a large beard staring down at him. The man gave a toothy rose his arm and the world darkened. This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. The child later found out that the two people were his parents and were executed for not preventing the incident. The soldier looked down at the collapsed boy. Training was over for today. Sighing, the soldier opened his mind slowly and felt a familiar tug in the back of his consciousness. Focusing his mind onto the single point, he spoke the password in his mind and the tugging point enveloped his thoughts. The faint voice of a woman echoed in his psyche, "How is he Faren?" "He is not improving fast enough. I can feel the tremors under the Capital," Faren reported. "His growth will improve exponentially Faren. The tremors however, tell me more," "The tremors are coming from the Living dungeon under the Capital. I''m assuming the worst case possible." "A Phobos?" "Yes," Faren confirmed. Only one abomination could create such energy from a single swing. A Phobos from the legends. When the the world lost because of a monster that could vaporize an entire city with a strike, the Gods knew they fucked up. A brief spike in prayers fed the Gods with enough energy to create their last hope, should the monsters of the abyss return. Only the strongest survived the prayer drought. The others would fade away. The strongest of Phobos was unimaginably superior to a god. For mortals to even attempt to fight a weak one, would be asking them to slaughter themselves. Judging by the force of the tremors, Faren concluded that the Phobos was of the weakest kind. However weak was a misleading term to use. The weakest Phobos would still be able to destroy the entire army of Taguan several times over. To Faren''s knowledge, the Living Dungeon only required a decent sacrifice such as a large fish that would sell for a quarter of a million kilo. The energy from the sacrifice would be used to create monsters of various types. Any monsters or items left would return to the dungeon and would be stored to create an increased amount of stronger monsters. However, to gather enough energy from sacrifices for the Living Dungeon to create a Phobos is impossible. The first reason is that the dungeon is not powerful enough. The second, is that the amount required, would empty the entire continent of life. "Faren, investigate the tremors and if you are correct, defeat the Phobos and return," the woman''s voice commanded. "Yes my lady," Faren responded, although first, he has to get this boy onto a bed and get some real weapons.