The war shadows charged roaring with their daggers for claws aimed at the boy.
The boy was already covered in wounds and in pain but no matter, he would fight. The words 'Fight Damnit, Fight' rang in his head like bells as the war shadows made their descent upon the boy ripping their claws through the air desperate to hit flesh.
The boy's breathing was unstable as he grit his teeth trying to keep calm under the pressure. 'Damnit' he thought to himself as he came to the realisation that his whole body was quivering, on the brink of collapse.
'I must win.' his mind chanted his resolve over and over again. And quickly with the power of his resolve he dodged the claws that were descending upon him and made his way up to his feet.
There were three war shadows each throthing at the thought of getting the delicious meal in front of them to take its last breath.
"At this rate I'll be dead in less than a minute"
The boy said this and yet he realized that wasn't an option. He wasn't going to leave this world, not at least to some war shadows.
One of the war shadows got impatient and tried to strike the boy, not realizing that this was just the opportunity that the boy desperately wanted to happen.
The war shadow didn't even realize his mistake until the knife the boy had concealed was buried in its neck and a black ooze was spilling out.
One down two to go.
But now the last thing hidden up his sleeve had been shown, all his cards had been played and the remaining war shadows instinctively knew this. They prepare to take down their cornered prey.
'Damnit what now, I need to make space and isolate them one at a time or I'm doomed.'
The war shadows wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
He realized that he would have to use that and began chanting his spell.
"Respond to the contract, Flame of earth…."
He began chanting a spell, however this adventurer on the sixth floor had an absurd talent…
The war shadows sensed the danger and immediately attacked at the boy but he just dodged and took distance from them, the boy's talent was perfect concurrent chanting.
But that wasn't all…
"Follow my order and burn the violence. Flare Burn!"
He could shorten the chant of spells. However...
The weak spell shot forward.
It hit and fire engulfed the war shadows.
He waited.
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"AAARRRGGGHHH"
A war shadow had survived and attempted to avenge its fallen comrades. But the boy was drowsy.
...The spell, when shortened, makes the user expend an extreme amount of mana.
He was about to collapse.
The remaining war shadow was livid and ran at the boy who was now barely standing.
But it was all calculated.
The boy used his remaining strength and all the techniques drilled into his body to make one final strike.
He dash forward roaring.
"HHHAAAAHHH!"
The war shadow roared back at the boy acknowledging his resolve.
"AAARRRGGHHH!"
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Silence.
The boy collapsed.
And the war shadow stood still.
Slowly the war shadow began to dissolve as the knife in its magic stone continued to be lodged in its belly.
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The boy was awake but bleeding badly, he had a headache and was about to have a mind down.
'Damnit'
He thought to himself
He began to crawl back the way he came.
But would the dungeon allow this.
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He began to stand and limp his way up the stairs to the fifth floor.
His vision was foggy and dull, but his body was on fire and he was covered in his own sweat dirt and grim from the dungeon, not to mention the copious amount of black ooze from the war shadows, not to mention his own wounds stung from being dirty.
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He climbed the stairs thanking the dungeon for its blessing to leave. Like his adventure was being rewarded, like his feat of defeating the war shadows was being rewarded.
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He climbed slowly up the stairs to the third floor feeling perplexed but content with his absurd luck in the dungeon.
He began to pick up the pace with the scent of freedom from the dungeon reaching his nose and he continued to force his weak body to move.
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This time he heard cracks but that didn't result in any monsters showing their faces to the time he frowned as for the first time he felt something staring intently at him.
But he didn't have time to worry about that, he needed to escape.
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Again he ascended hearing crack but his blurred vision from exhaustion and injuries didn't make out any monsters
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"Crack!"
He heard and saw cracks appear in front of him, dammit he wasn't going to make it!
And just then his stalker appeared with long blonde hair she blitzed through and killed the monsters before he could even prepare to fight. She looked back at him and for a moment he mistook her for a goddess.
But he couldn't be hesitant, with the remainder of his strength he limped his way back to the light shining in a stairwell.
'Quickly'
He thought.
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And he collapsed on the stairs.
All the while a small group of adventurers began to gather around him.
A young looking blonde pallum looked at the boy and said while lightly smiling "yes, I believe that our goddess would be interested in him"
Author's Note: sorry if this isn't that good, I want some criticism because it will help me improve as time goes on, I wrote this in about an hour so I don't imagine that this is the best or longest piece that you'll ever read but I hope that you enjoy and can give me some feedback on whether or not you want me to continue writing going forwards.g