Chapter 4
The Dusky Zone.
It was a fitting name for the secret club under the dragon cave.
Whenever one had troubles or woes to deal with, the worst criminals turned to their favorite beverage or illegal drugs down at this place.
This dirty place was hot as hell, nobody asks any questions as long as the snails were delivered to right hands, and there were criminals and thieves in every corner.
So no one was paying attention when a strange man dressed as a someone from another era and like he've just had the fight with the Multi-Bear went inside.
The man sit down on the table and ordered a crimson sludge.
He just sits motionless, like a spider at the centre of his web, eyeballing everyone. From trolls and goblins just having a good time and refreshing drinks with each other, to other brigandes and thieves matching wits and cards against each other in a popular game of Hexus Hold Em.
'A wide range of brainless muscle.' He thought as he sipped his drink before turning his attention to the two trolls having an arm wrestle with each other. The man eyes stopped at the larger of them.
The troll was a literally a living rock. He was a large, bulky, black-brown creature with rocky skin, a giant mouth with yellow teeth that were also made of rocks, and spiky like stalagmites growths on his shoulders, arms, and back. He had two onyx for eyes and big glowing core in chest that contain magma, which escentially was his heart. He wearing a pair of black shorts with dark brown stripes on it.
"Hmmm... You'll do just fine." The man said to himself.
A second later, he spotted something.
Several weird arachnids were scuttling over the ground on the side of the wall, moving in an unnaturally straight line as though taking the shortest route to a prearranged meeting.
Their appearance was similar to the alien facehugger from Alien. They have four legs and six pincers near their mouths. They also appear to have six eyes. They also have few spikes on their shell.
"Tell me little friend, would you like to help me?" The man asked as he grabbed one of them by the tail and raise up it to the level of his eyes.
The little creature bite his thumb.
"I like your spirit." The man produced a vial from his tattered gray robes and held it up. It glowed a bright and unearthly green in the stuffy air, almost shining like an unholy beacon in the dark.
He took the stop out of the bottle and held it over the arachnid. He smirked, watching as the drop slid forth from the mouth of the bottle.
"I can't lie to you, little friend, this is going to hurt." He said as the drop fell.
The liquid splashed on tiny creature's head and pain shot through it. At once, it began to twitch horribly, rocking from side to side. No sound came from it, but the man was sure that if it could have given voice, it would have been screaming. The pain subsided and the scorpion-like worm swelled. It was now larger than a tarantula, and black as death.
"Now you go and do your part." The man said and laid it on the floor.
The arachnid scuttle frantically across the stone floor toward two trolls.
"Go Urlih! Put him in the dirt!" A man behind one of trolls cheered.
"Come on, you can do it Nox!" A waitress cheered as well.
"Nnngghhh!" Urlih grumbled, gripping the table with his other hand to concentrate.
"Ha! This is the best you got, clod?"Nox provoked. "I once beat a Minotaur, in an arm-wrestling match that lasted two hours!"
"I will crush you, Nox!"
Nox himself was just as impressed with the spirit, if not more so with the younger troll's strength. For such a young one, to last this long against the likes of him was nothing but impressive. Urlih had that fierce determination in his orange eyes, the grip that held a thousand weapons, the strength of a mighty dragon! But he's not going to lo-suddenly he felt like a lightning bolt had shot through his entire body.
*thud*
"Hah!" Urlih grinned, folding his arms behind him as he leaned back in her chair. "How's that for a clod?"
"Haha! Yeah!" The two behind him congratulated, green-scaled well build lizard-man fist-bumping him as some three-eyed demon patted his back.
Nox didn't say anything about it. He just got up and left the table.
"Nox? Where do you think you're going? And when did you get this tattoo of a arachnid on your back?" Urlih asked staring at the creepy tattoo on his friend lower back.
But Nox ignored him and came out of the Dusky Zone, and mystery man followed after him.
A/N: There will be a action in the next longer chapter. Thank you for reading!