Disclaimer: I don't own Overlord just like it
While at a friends house I found out about a new anime that was the sequel to another anime that started twenty years ago from now. Since that anime has nothing to do with Overlord I'm just going to start writing again after this chapter. Thank you loyal, avid readers and have a great day.
I_I_I_I
When roaming through the underground tunnels, all decisions Shinirael and Nabe had to make needed to be decisive, as if their lives depended on it. Walking through these tunnels miffed Nabe to no end, but she found a efficacious way to make things easier: get some bunny garbs on her head and rear. This look was to find out if there was any cadre, drake's or something more minacious hiding in the dark tunnels. So far her equipment saved them from a serpentine Elro Baradish and bipedal drakes with gizzards that could tear a person's arm off. They walked safely through tunnels-long and dark also scaly tunnels, but safe regardless.
Their path to freedom seemingly insight, until they reached a flat surface mound of dirt with no hole to crawl through.
"We've reached rock bottom." Nabe lamented. Shinirael agreed.
They have been waylaid from their adventure all because he needed to get away from those eager-to-die adventurers. However, he had something or rather someone to rely on. Dirt rained down in cascading horizontal sheets. Some landed on Shinirael's hair and almost landed on Nabe's head, though the ears helped her evade being showered on.
Suddenly, a creature with coruscating scales plummeted from above and landed between Shinirael and the already irked Nabe. A smile flitted across the antediluvian dinos face. With outstretched claws and jagged bone elbows he hugged both Shinirael and Nabe at the same time.
"My friends!" He exclaimed while crushing Nabe; Shinirael has more endurance.
"I'm here to gaily take you out."
There was a pause from Shinirael while he cleared his throat.
"Actually...I need you to explore this burrow—I'll fly Nabe back up myself."
Silverbane shuddered a ripple of dubiety, dropping Shinirael and Nabe, while he repeated everything harrowing about his problem...
"I actually had to ask that dragon we recruited in that underwater city to give me a lift here!" Shinirael noticed the ceiling was ajar. Perfect opening to fly through. "Unless this is an order from Lord Dack himself—"
Shinirael patted his friend on his bulky right arm.
"Trust me, Baney, Lord Dack always works to find important locations and this one fits his interests. You won't be alone for along."
Shinirael's wings emerged just as as frowsy underground as they were above ground. Next he carried Nabe bridal style and took to the sky. Nabe glaring at him, better that than hitting him.
"I can fly myself out of here."
"You could, but in the land of the imperiled...there's always something even you cannot overcome."
Skyrocketing, his wings feeling the peat dirt on him. Shinirael tried to pass the time with a game.
"Let's play know your Supreme Being. Question One: What does your lord like to drink with their meals?"
Nabe found game's to be a waste of time, but even she couldn't pass sharing what she knows.
"Lord Ainz doesn't eat, maybe some wine would suit a man so impetus."
"Trick question. Lord Dack doesn't drink when he eats—he finds solids should be enjoyed on their own."
Nabe was peeved of the reason why his Supreme One doesn't drink when he has dinner. She did like coming up with questions on their Supreme ones. However, before she could ask "What does your Supreme One do on a daily basis", a long mired beast emerged from the muddy wall of the tunnel.
Her answer would've been "sit on his throne" or "sit and contemplate a myriad of ideas to improve Nazarick", instead it roared.
"A leviathan!" Nabe and Shinirael said outloud.
Lightning surged out in Nabe's left hand as Shinirael transferred magic into her.
"Maximize Magic—"
"Go big." Shinirael urged. "We're in a hurry."
Nave smiled. She wanted to see how her spell works in a long narrow tunnel.
"Chain Dragon Lightning!"
A dragon of blue searing electricity flew towards the Leviathan. At close rage, their collision created a supernova of light expanding through the tunnel, so bright even Silverbane could see it from below.
I_I_I_I
Allom and Sanna were playing cards together, betting what was in their receptacles. Rui sat cross-legged tapping his fingers on the middle of his staff; too young to bet with his friends with no invitation on a "friendly game".
Iaragon was lastly leaning on the barrier, cursing the ordain black mage, to himself.
'People have always vaunted Blue Rose as the greatest adventurers before vaunting about the heroic black swordsman Momon. What gave her the right to keep us trapped like this?'
His train of thought was interrupted by a pile of coin pattering on top of each other. Allom won two games so far and thus was raising the stakes to win it all.
"Give up. You ain't got nothing left to bet with."
Their game irked Iaragon, he was squeezing his sweaty fingers into his palms so tightly his nails were tearing through the center.
'Why help a fellow adventurer when you could do the "norm" and party?'
He didn't say it of course and if he did he wouldn't have seen Sanna rub her thigh while thoroughly tracing her finger to her naval.
"I can give you what I am wearing now. Is that a fair wager?"
As usual, Rui was dumbfounded by her innuendo's and Allom chuckled before spacing out from arousal.
"Umm...I..."
He recovered from his stupor fast enough to see a flitting smile on the coy mage's face. Although his face was still flushed red, Allom pointed at her and laughed.
"I see your trick. Your just thinking I'll fold because you have a bad hand. Well, exotic flower, I call so take them off."
Sanna did a slid with her cards like a dealer shuffling a deck before topping them on top of a whole deck.
"My surrender." She announced. "And..."
What she would say would be too vulgar for Rui to hear, so she whispered it. Allom, his face red hot, backed away. He backed right into the tendrils—Sanna so fixated on him and his ignominy she only noticed the large five-fingered jagged claw sticking out of a violet portal.
"Arms!" She yelled.
Iaragon unsheathed and cleaved his sword in fast motion. Rui thrust his spear with the tip imbued with white light. It seemed their combined onslaught would save Allom before he would come into any harm, but a surprise came in the form of a miniature whirlwind bullwhip inside the barrier.
"Evileye, if your hearing me...now would be a hell of a good time to drop your barrier...before we dissipate inside of it!" Iaragon shouted.
The next twelve seconds felt like a barrage of arrows fired at them but instead of their toes getting the worse of it...their innards were. Suddenly, the portal etched inside the barrier a vacuuming strong turbulence roared inside and all four were sucked inside.
The path inside the portal—a tunnel of oxbow looks—was like being a bee in a hornets' nest. It was a very scary tunnel where the only color they saw was pinkish purple and the howling of ghostly apparitions.
Iaragon, the only member not howling in fear, anguish and pain—he opened his mouth just aching to scream—felt everything become quiet. After what could have been a near-death-journey to Iaragon, everything felt tranquil, enough that he decided to mediate where he was now, think about his life.
Since his birth his mother always had problems with her heart. She would vomit black blood no doctor could explain. By the time he was three she had passed away. He lived for a year stealing and begging for food. Food was easy to find, sleep was something he spent more time looking for then actually sleeping. But near his fifth birthday...a brave knight took him as an adopted son.
He was a good knight, always found the time to teach Iaragon right from wrong. But he died in battle when he was six. He had tutelage and an assortment of caretakers to help him grow and train to be an excellent knight, until he finally met Allom and Sanna. As for Rui, he appeared more the same way Iaragon appeared to the knight who saved him long ago.
"Iaragon."
His name reverberated in his head, a ripple of moments he'd never have again.
"Iaragon."
There it was again—sounded a little more livid this time.
'This can't be from my—'
"Hey Iaragon, if your not dead then open your damn eyes!"
Now he knew whose voice was preaching in his ear: Allom.
He opened his eyes expecting to still see the purple tunnel, however, he saw his three companions in limpid view thanks to turquoise green light illuminating from the walls.
"What is this place?" Rui asked.
"The place Evileye told us not to enter," said Sanna. "Inside the demon's home."
Everyone took a few moments to take back what they said—this place was way too scary for them. It wasso dark and eerie. But Iaragon sauntered down the hall, his companions frantically running to get behind him.
They were looking for their leader to protect them.
"Rui," he said. "I want you to cast Reinforce Armor, Protection from Negative Energy, and Elevated Concentration in that order. Sanna, I need you to heal some of Rui's energy and increase your fire magic. Those are your orders from me, worried and paranoid."
"Right!" They yelled in unison.
Iaragon were enhanced, Rui recovered from magical exhaustion quickly thanks to Sanna, and she powered herself brimming fireballs in her hands. The fireballs were still burning in her hands even while they trekked down the seemingly neverending halls.
Most of the hall stayed the same. What changed the further along they sauntered was the ceiling. At first it was as pitch black as the front and dark, but seams of trinkets or crumbled armor parts filled it.
'Why is it this stuff was only seen the further we walked?' Sanna thought to herself.
For the first time Sanna looked behind Rui as they walked. The back was dark and non-emitting light. What she did see was her right side. A standard veneer wall with multiple turquoise light rays shinning through. She didn't question it at first, but the more she looked at it the more she thought:
'Were there not any lights there before?'
She had an idea of what was happening in the semi-darkness. She sidestepped out of the line and hurled one of their fireballs, a fastball launched past two winding hallways with her other fireball she magnified it in size, oscillating with a luster of orange color from her mana being suppled out.
When her fireball was as big as a cow she smashed it from the wall from her palm. She exerted herself, sweat trickling from her face, but a new entrance crumbled open.
All three of them, the boys and one man, were too befuddled by the racket in the enemies home to say anything.
Suddenly, while Sanna was sweating and seething from mana exhaustion, a sword was swung in quick reaction time at her neck. If Sanna didn't duck and roll like she was trying to find cover in the midst of cannonfire...her head would have been lopped off.
Her life was disconcerting compared to the men, no, things with arms flesh nearly ripped off, legs, and visible teeth with no lower lips who emerged from the door in the wall. There were four of them in total.
Three of them wore scout, ranger, and mage female garbs while the fourth, limbs still muscular, wore light bronze armor and crotch chainmail covering.
Sanna got back up, squared her shoulders, and backed up to rejoin her allies.
"What gruesome thing happened to her?"