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Chapter 2: New Beginnings
Yuuichiro clutched the hem of her cloak as she maneuvered through Orario's bustling streets. She had been in the city for mere days, yet the intoxicating mix of freedom and confusion lingered around her like an aura. Bells jingled from street vendors, adventurers laughed raucously in the distance, and gods wandered openly among mortals. This world was vibrant and alive, but its cheer was a stark contrast to the silence that still echoed in her heart, the remnants of Sanguinem's shadows.
Ahead, the marble entrance to Babel Tower loomed—a pillar extending into the heavens, grander and more daunting than anything she'd seen before. She marveled at it, struck by the architectural magnificence and what it concealed beneath: the Dungeon, a place where adventurers carved out their destinies, for better or worse.
Beside her, Hestia, her new goddess, grinned and nudged her elbow. "What do you think? This is where your journey truly begins!" The goddess's blue eyes sparkled with an innocence that felt disarming, yet a hidden wisdom flickered beneath.
Yuuichiro forced a smile, though her chest felt heavy. "It's… different," she murmured, unable to find words that encapsulated her emotions. The weight of her past lingered, a silent anchor.
Hestia tilted her head, her expression softening as though she could sense the unspoken burdens Yuuichiro carried. "Different can be good, you know. It means there's room to grow." She tapped her on the shoulder. "Come on! I've got something to show you."
As they walked together, Yuuichiro's gaze fell to her hands—hands that had been drenched in blood, hands that had clutched the bodies of her fallen family. Could she ever hope to find peace in this world? Or was she fated to remain haunted, cursed to carry the ghosts of Sanguinem with her?
Inside the Hestia Familia's modest home, Hestia unrolled a parchment and beckoned Yuuichiro to sit. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows that danced along the walls. Hestia's delicate fingers traced an intricate sigil on the page, and she looked up, a grin on her face.
"It's time to officially add you to our familia," she said softly. "You're going to need a status sheet."
Yuuichiro watched intently as Hestia began the ritual. The goddess's touch was light, but the warmth emanating from her hands felt grounding. A strange sensation prickled down Yuuichiro's spine, like something hidden was surfacing, and for a moment, her heart pounded with a blend of anticipation and dread. She didn't know what she'd find there, what truths this strange divine script might reveal about her.
As Hestia's fingers lifted, the goddess's eyes narrowed slightly, a barely perceptible frown gracing her face. Yuuichiro glanced at the parchment that appeared before her, covered in symbols and stats that felt oddly foreign, yet familiar.
Name: Yuuichiro Hyakuya
Level: 1
Status:
{STR} 0 - I
{VIT} 0 - I
{DEX} 0 - I
{AGI} 0 - I
{MAG} 0 - I
Magic:
- N/A
Skills:
- Seraph Veil: Suppressed potential. Contains latent power that manifests under extreme emotional or physical distress.
- Blood Moon Requiem: A mysterious power, seemingly dormant, bound by seals. Able to wield it only in moments of desperation.
Development Abilities:
- N/A
Yuuichiro blinked at the unfamiliar terms, her eyes lingering on the description of the Seraph Veil. She felt an odd stirring, as if there was something deep within her that wanted to be free—a restless energy that pulsed beneath her skin, confined by invisible chains.
Hestia's gaze met hers, a solemn understanding in her eyes. "There's… more to you than meets the eye, isn't there?" She placed a gentle hand over Yuuichiro's. "I've seen power like this before, hidden and raw. You may not understand it now, but it will reveal itself in time."
A knot tightened in Yuuichiro's stomach. The idea of something lurking inside her—something uncontrollable—left her with a creeping sense of fear. Memories of Sanguinem, of the faces of her dead family, flashed in her mind. She didn't want more power; she only wanted peace.
Hestia's fingers hovered over the skill line, and in a deliberate motion, she erased the mention of Seraph Veil. Yuuichiro watched, perplexed, as the ink faded, leaving no trace.
"Why did you…?" Yuuichiro started, a note of confusion in her voice.
Hestia offered a soft smile. "Some powers are best kept hidden, especially when their bearer isn't ready to face them." She rose, her gaze filled with an almost motherly warmth. "You have potential, Yuuichiro, but let's not rush things. You're here to live a new life, remember?"
Yuuichiro nodded, her chest swelling with a mixture of relief and trepidation. For the first time, someone had seen the darkness within her and chosen to protect her from it. A part of her wanted to trust Hestia, to believe that maybe, in this strange world, she could finally find a family again.
Days later, Yuuichiro stood before the gates of the Dungeon, her heart pounding as she prepared for her first descent. The worn stone steps beckoned her into the unknown, a place where monsters and adventurers met their fate in equal measure. She tightened her grip on her new weapon—a light, sturdy dagger Hestia had provided, enchanted with basic properties but sharp enough to cut through flesh.
Beside her, Bell Cranel, the young adventurer with silver hair and innocent determination, smiled at her. "Ready, Yuu?" he asked, his voice tinged with excitement and a hint of nervousness. This would be their first venture together.
Yuuichiro gave a hesitant nod. "I think so."
As they stepped into the darkness, the echo of their footsteps merged with the distant roars and screeches from the depths. The Dungeon felt alive, breathing, its walls vibrating with untamed energy. Yuuichiro's senses heightened, her heart thrumming with a primal awareness. She was no stranger to danger, but something about this place was different.
The air thickened as they ventured deeper, and soon, their first enemy emerged from the shadows—a goblin, snarling, its yellowed teeth glinting as it lunged.
In a swift movement, Yuuichiro slashed her dagger, cutting through the goblin's neck. Blood splattered across the cold stone floor, and her gaze hardened, her muscles tensing as she prepared for more. Memories of Sanguinem surfaced unbidden, the scent of blood pulling her back to a time she wished she could forget.
Bell watched her with a mix of admiration and slight unease. "You're… really fast," he commented, his eyes wide with respect.
Yuuichiro forced a smile, her voice coming out sharper than she intended. "It's just survival instincts."
As they pressed forward, they encountered more monsters—Kobolds and Goblins. Yuuichiro's movements became mechanical, her blade a blur as she tore through them with precision. She didn't stop to think, her body acting on instinct honed from years of forced survival. But beneath her calm exterior, a storm brewed.
With each kill, the haunting memories of her escape echoed louder. The faces of her orphaned family appeared before her eyes, and the familiar taste of loss rose in her throat. She wasn't just fighting monsters; she was battling the shadows of her past.
After an hour, Bell called for a break, noticing the rigid set of her shoulders. They sat on a rocky ledge, the faint glow of crystals casting a soft light over them. Bell offered her a canteen of water, his gaze filled with silent concern.
"You seem… distant," he ventured, his voice gentle. "Is everything alright?"
Yuuichiro glanced at him, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her face before she forced it away. "I… just have things I need to work through," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Bell nodded, a quiet understanding in his gaze. "You don't have to say anything, but… if you ever want to talk, I'll listen."
For a moment, Yuuichiro was taken aback. The kindness in Bell's offer felt foreign, yet strangely comforting. She gave a small nod, grateful yet unable to find the words to express it.
In that brief moment of silence, she felt the first glimmer of something she hadn't dared hope for in a long time—a sliver of hope, fragile yet steady, blooming in the depths of Orario's perilous Dungeon.
The air in the Dungeon grew colder as Yuuichiro and Bell descended to the second floor. It was a damp, heavy chill that clung to their skin, the sort of chill that got under a person's armor and stayed there, biting. The dim, glowing crystals embedded in the walls cast ghostly blue light across the stone pathways, barely illuminating their surroundings. Each footfall echoed faintly, swallowed by the vast, unyielding darkness. They had left the faint security of Orario's streets far above, venturing deeper into a world ruled by monsters.
Yuuichiro kept her senses sharp, every nerve attuned to the silent danger lurking in the shadows. She felt her heart rate quicken, but it wasn't out of fear. It was the thrill, the rush of combat and survival—feelings she understood well. Her past, while haunting, had trained her well for this: fighting in confined spaces, always expecting an attack, and moving without hesitation.
Bell walked slightly ahead, his gaze darting between the dark corners, the faintest hint of apprehension on his face. She could tell he was young and eager, driven by a mixture of determination and idealism. He carried himself with the poise of someone trying to live up to an imagined hero's legacy, and though his moves weren't quite flawless, he was willing to face danger head-on. She admired that, in her own way.
"You really are something else, Bell," she muttered, her voice almost lost in the eerie quiet.
Bell looked over his shoulder, a bit startled by her words. "Huh? What do you mean?"
Yuuichiro shrugged, her grip tightening on her dagger. "You're here fighting monsters instead of running for your life. Most people would be hiding in their homes."
Bell chuckled, though there was a slight blush on his cheeks. "It's… well, I want to become a hero. Someone people can rely on, who can protect others."
"A hero?" Yuuichiro echoed, her tone skeptical. The word felt foreign on her tongue, a concept she'd long dismissed as a fairytale for the naive. Heroes didn't exist in her world. Survival, vengeance, and endurance—those were the only truths she knew.
Bell nodded earnestly, his eyes shining with a resolve she had rarely seen. "Yeah. It sounds silly, but… I want to be like the heroes from the stories. To be strong enough to protect people." He paused, looking away for a moment. "I know it's a bit childish…"
"Childish?" Yuuichiro cut him off, a smirk tugging at her lips. "No, it's bold. Idealistic maybe, but… admirable." She shook her head slightly. "It's better than fighting just to stay alive."
Bell looked at her, a hint of surprise crossing his face. "You don't fight to protect others?"
The question caught her off guard, and for a moment, she didn't answer. Her mind wandered back to Sanguinem, to the twisted halls filled with the stench of blood and betrayal. She thought of Mikaela, his voice pleading with her to run, to survive, even as he lay broken and bloody at her feet. She had survived for him, for Akane and the others who had fallen, but she had never thought of herself as a protector. Her life had been a fight for survival, nothing more.
"I… fight to keep the memories alive," she admitted softly, her voice barely audible. "To honor those who didn't make it."
Bell's expression softened, his gaze filled with a quiet understanding. "That's enough, Yuu. More than enough."
Before she could respond, a low growl echoed through the corridor, sending a chill down her spine. She snapped back to reality, her body tense as she scanned the shadows for movement. The growl grew louder, accompanied by a faint, rhythmic rumbling—the unmistakable sound of multiple footsteps closing in.
Bell raised his dagger, his posture shifting to a defensive stance. "Goblins. And more than one this time."
Yuuichiro smirked, her grip on her dagger tightening. "Good. I was starting to get bored."
The goblins emerged from the darkness, snarling and brandishing crude weapons. Their small, twisted bodies moved with an unnatural agility, their eyes gleaming with a feral intelligence. There were four of them, each baring its teeth in a malicious grin as they surrounded the two adventurers.
Yuuichiro didn't wait for them to make the first move. She lunged forward, her dagger slicing through the air with deadly precision. Her blade found its mark, embedding itself in the throat of the nearest goblin. Blood spattered across her face as she pulled her weapon free, pivoting to face the next threat.
Beside her, Bell moved with a surprising fluidity, his dagger flashing as he blocked a goblin's swing and countered with a quick jab to its chest. He wasn't as practiced or precise as her, but he was fast, and his strikes were filled with a determination that made up for his lack of experience.
Yuuichiro lost herself in the rhythm of the fight, her body moving on instinct. Each kill was quick and efficient, her blade a blur as she danced through the goblins with lethal grace. She felt a familiar satisfaction with each successful strike, the adrenaline coursing through her veins. This was where she belonged, in the thick of battle, fighting to survive.
Within moments, the goblins lay dead at their feet, their bodies dissipating into a faint, smoky mist as their magic stones clattered to the ground.
Bell let out a relieved breath, wiping sweat from his brow. "You're… really good at this," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
Yuuichiro shrugged, not meeting his gaze. "I've had practice."
Before Bell could respond, another sound reached their ears—a low, rumbling growl, much deeper and more menacing than the goblins' snarls. Yuuichiro felt a prickle of unease, her instincts flaring in warning. Whatever was coming, it was much larger than anything they had faced so far.
The ground trembled beneath them, the faint sound of dense, weighted footsteps growing louder. Bell's face paled, his eyes wide with fear.
"Is that…?"
A imposing figure lumbered out of the shadows, its dark form almost blending with the dim light. The creature stood tall and humanoid, its long arms ending in sharp, knife-like claws that glinted menacingly. Its glowing eyes burned with a malevolent intelligence, and a deep, echoing snarl escaped its lips as it locked onto the two adventurers.
"War Shadow," Bell breathed, his voice filled with terror.
Yuuichiro tightened her grip on her dagger, her mind racing as she assessed the situation. The War Shadow was imposing, its sheer size and the lethal sharpness of its claws made it a terrifying opponent. But she didn't back down. If anything, the sight of the monster only ignited a fierce determination within her. What could ever be worse than what that bastard, Lord Ferid, did to her?
"Bell," she said quietly, her voice steady. "Stay back and cover me. I'll take the lead."
Bell opened his mouth to protest, but the look in her eyes silenced him. He nodded, shifting into a defensive stance as he watched her move toward the War Shadow.
The beast snarled, its claws flexing as it prepared to charge. Yuuichiro held her ground, her gaze locked onto the creature's glowing eyes. She could feel the tension in the air, the anticipation building like a coiled spring.
Then, in a blur of movement, the War Shadow lunged forward, its massive claws slicing through the air in a powerful arc. Yuuichiro sidestepped at the last moment, her dagger flashing as she slashed at the creature's side. Her blade met resistance, barely cutting through its dark, shadowy form, but she didn't stop. She danced around the War Shadow, her movements quick and calculated, searching for a weak spot.
The War Shadow roared, its claws tearing into the ground in frustration as it tried to catch her. Each swing was powerful enough to shatter stone, but Yuuichiro moved with a fluidity born of years of fighting for her life. She was a shadow, always just out of reach, her blade darting in and out as she wore the creature down.
Bell watched in awe, his gaze never leaving her as she moved with a grace and precision he had never seen before. He could see the fierce determination in her eyes, the fire that drove her to keep fighting, no matter the odds.
But the War Shadow was relentless. It lunged again, its massive claw grazing her shoulder and sending her stumbling back. She felt a sharp pain shoot through her arm, but she gritted her teeth, refusing to give in. She steadied herself, her gaze narrowing as she prepared for the next attack.
"Yuu!" Bell called, his voice filled with worry.
"I'm fine," she snapped, her voice laced with frustration. She didn't need his concern. She didn't need anyone's concern. She could handle this on her own.
With a fierce determination, she charged forward, her dagger flashing as she aimed for the creature's exposed side. The War Shadow roared in pain as her blade found its mark, slicing through its dark flesh. Blood—thick and shadowy—spattered across her face, the warm, metallic scent filling her senses.
The War Shadow staggered, its movements slowing as it struggled to keep up with her relentless assault. Yuuichiro pressed her advantage, her strikes growing more aggressive as she sensed its weakness. Each swing of her blade was fueled by the memories of Sanguinem, the faces of her fallen family spurring her on.
Finally, with a final, brutal strike, she drove her dagger into the creature's heart. The War Shadow let out a final, agonized roar before collapsing to the ground, its massive body dissipating into a cloud of smoke as its magic stone clattered to the floor.
Yuuichiro stood over the remains, her chest heaving, her body covered in blood and sweat. She felt a fierce satisfaction, a sense of triumph that was both exhilarating and hollow. She had won. She had survived. But the victory felt… empty.
Bell approached her slowly, his expression a mixture of admiration and concern. "Yuu… are you okay?"
She looked at him, her gaze hard. "I told you, I'm fine."
He didn't press the issue, but she could see the worry in his eyes, the unspoken question lingering between them. She knew he didn't understand, couldn't understand, the darkness that drove her. She was fighting more than just monsters; she was fighting her past, her memories, the ghosts that haunted her every step.
And as they stood in the eerie silence of the Dungeon, she realized that no matter how many monsters she defeated, the real battle would always be with herself.
The silence that fell over the Dungeon after the War Shadow's defeat was absolute, a stark contrast to the earlier chaos, it felt unnatural. The faint glow of the dungeon crystals cast Yuuichiro and Bell in a pale blue light as they stood over the dissipating remnants of the massive monster. Sweat beaded along Bell's forehead, his breathing ragged as he wiped his dagger on his sleeve. Yuuichiro's chest rose and fell with each breath, her body thrumming with the lingering intensity of battle.
They were only on the second floor, yet the Dungeon's danger had proven itself.
Yuuichiro clenched her jaw, glancing at Bell, who was visibly shaken but resolute. There was a quiet strength in him, a determination that she recognized. He had the spirit of a fighter, despite the fear she could see flickering in his eyes. She understood that all too well. It was the same look she had seen in her own reflection countless times.
"You held up," she muttered, her voice gruff but with an undercurrent of respect.
Bell looked up, a faint smile forming on his lips. "Thanks. You're incredible, Yuuichiro… I don't think I'd be standing here if it weren't for you."
She looked away, uncomfortable with the praise. "Don't get used to it," she said, though there was a slight hint of warmth in her voice. "You still need to pull your weight."
Bell's chuckle echoed softly in the quiet corridor. "I'll try."
The corridor seemed endless, twisting and turning in unnatural patterns as they ventured further, the stones beneath their feet wet and slick with moisture. The deeper they went, the more they could feel the air shift, the oppressive weight of the Dungeon pressing down on them. It was as if the Dungeon itself was watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
"Why does this place feel so… alive?" Yuuichiro murmured, glancing at the shadowed corners, where faint rustlings hinted at monsters lurking just out of sight.
Bell looked at her, his expression thoughtful. "They say the Dungeon has a mind of its own. That it knows when adventurers are getting too comfortable. That's when it sends something… bigger." He hesitated, his gaze turning distant. "I guess that's why people call it the heart of Orario. It's as if the Dungeon breathes with us."
Yuuichiro scoffed, though there was an undeniable tension in her posture. "Sounds like superstition."
Bell shrugged. "Maybe. But it's better to stay cautious, especially on lower floors."
They continued in silence, every sound amplified by the vast emptiness around them. Yuuichiro's hand remained on her dagger, her senses attuned to every faint shift of air, every distant echo of footsteps. She had been in countless dangerous places, but there was something different about the Dungeon—a presence that was both hostile and… inviting. It was a place that demanded respect, yet dared you to defy it.
After some time, they reached a larger chamber, its walls lined with strange, bioluminescent fungi that cast an eerie green glow. In the center of the room stood a chaotic scene—a horde of goblins and kobolds, their eyes gleaming with mischief and malice. The goblins, green and plump, crowded together, their large eyes darting around as they chattered excitedly, while the kobolds, dog-headed and nimble, skittered about, their sharp claws scraping against the stone floor.
Bell tensed beside her, gripping his dagger tightly. "Look at them... goblins and kobolds. They might be weak alone, but together, they can be trouble."
Yuuichiro's gaze narrowed, her mind already calculating the best approach. She had encountered these creatures before, known for their cunning traps and swarm tactics. While individually they were weak, their numbers could overwhelm even the most skilled adventurer.
"Stay behind me," she instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Bell hesitated but nodded, taking a step back as Yuuichiro moved forward, her dagger glinting in the dim light.
The goblins let out a series of high-pitched cackles, while the kobolds snarled, baring their sharp teeth. Yuuichiro felt her heartbeat quicken, her muscles tensing as she prepared for the impending attack. She could feel the energy building within her, a familiar surge of adrenaline sharpening her senses.
With a sudden burst of movement, the horde charged, the goblins brandishing crude daggers and the kobolds lunging forward with surprising speed. Yuuichiro sidestepped, her movements swift and fluid as she dodged their initial onslaught. She slashed her dagger across the nearest goblin, drawing a thin line of blood, and it let out a yelp, but the swarm continued to press forward.
The horde moved in a blur, surrounding her, their eyes locked onto her every move. She could feel their cunning, their predatory instincts as they waited for an opening, biding their time. But she wasn't about to give them one.
As one of the kobolds lunged at her, Yuuichiro dropped to one knee, thrusting her dagger upward in a sharp, precise movement. The blade struck true, sinking deep into the creature's underbelly. It let out a yelping cry and staggered back, but the chaos of the horde continued, more charging forward to take its place.
Before she could react, a goblin swung its dagger wildly, aiming for her side. Yuuichiro barely managed to duck, rolling to the side as the blade grazed her arm. The pain flared, but she gritted her teeth, focusing on the fight.
"Yuuichiro! Let me help!" Bell called out, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and determination.
"Stay back!" she snapped, her voice edged with a fierceness born of years of survival. "I can handle this."
Bell hesitated, his expression conflicted, but he didn't argue. He watched, tense and ready, as Yuuichiro faced the horde alone.
The goblins surged forward, their small bodies moving with surprising speed, while the kobolds flanked her, trying to surround her. Yuuichiro braced herself, her grip on her dagger firm as she met their gaze, unyielding. She could feel the darkness within her stirring, a faint whisper in the back of her mind, urging her to unleash the power hidden deep within her.
But she shoved the thought aside, focusing on the present. She didn't need that power—not here, not now. She could do this on her own.
The horde lunged once more, but this time, she was ready. She sidestepped, her movements swift and calculated, and in one fluid motion, she drove her dagger deep into the throat of the nearest goblin. It let out a final, choked snarl before collapsing to the ground.
With fierce determination, Yuuichiro spun, using the momentum to slash through another goblin, then dodging a snapping kobold. The chaotic frenzy of the battle was dizzying, but she remained focused, her movements a deadly dance as she fought through the horde.
Finally, as the last goblin fell, Yuuichiro straightened, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. The tension in her body slowly ebbed, leaving her feeling drained but victorious. She glanced at Bell, who was watching her with a mixture of awe and relief.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft.
Bell smiled, a warmth in his gaze that she hadn't expected. "You're… amazing, Yuu. I've never seen anyone fight like that."
She looked away, uncomfortable with the praise. "It's just survival," she muttered, echoing her words from before.
Bell's expression softened, his gaze filled with understanding. "Maybe. But you're not just surviving anymore. You're fighting for something more."
The words struck her, piercing through the walls she had built around herself. She didn't respond, couldn't find the words to explain the conflicting emotions that churned within her. Instead, she turned away, her gaze fixed on the dark corridor ahead.
"We should keep moving," she said, her voice steady. "The Dungeon doesn't wait for anyone."
Bell nodded, his smile fading as he followed her, their footsteps echoing through the empty chamber.
As they ventured deeper into the Dungeon, Yuuichiro couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching them. It was a faint, unsettling sensation, a prickling at the back of her mind that made her muscles tense. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes scanning the shadows, but there was nothing there.
And yet… the feeling remained, growing stronger with each step they took.
She pushed the thought aside, focusing on the path ahead. But the unease lingered, a silent reminder that the Dungeon was more than just a labyrinth of monsters. It was a living entity, a force that watched and waited, biding its time.
And somewhere, deep within its depths, something was stirring, drawn to the darkness within her.