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Trigger Warning: This episode involves a little bit of gore for those who may be squeamish
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Approaching a clearing after being transported through another gate, Lumian encounters a large stadium sized arena area that was lit up by luminous crystals spaced out across the walls as if they were ordinary torches.
Fwoosh
Purple flames of text appeared eye level to Lumian which read.
Commencement of Trial Challenge: Survive for four hours. Good luck!
Four hours? That can be long or short depending on how you look at it. Contemplating to himself, Lumian stretches his muscles to prepare for a possible long-time engagement in battle whilst unsheathing his knife and holding it into a tight grip in his right hand before getting into a sense of focus.
Trial Starts in 3...............2.....................1.................0
Rumble
Some what appeared to previously known walls rumbled as they lifted upwards into the ceiling leading to multiple passageways of darkness. Soon repeated footfalls can be heard in the distance as sounds of what appeared to monsters entered the clearing. They looked rather small, dressed in brown rags barely covering their sickly green skin, large bulbous noses poking out their faces with sharpened, needle-like teeth carrying a multitude of different weapons in their skinny arms.
Lumian decided that whilst they were just entering, he would get the first attack in before they realised he was there. Running into a sprint, Lumian thrust his knife at the nearest goblin-like creature towards its chest where spurts of blood started to stain its rags. Abruptly pulling the knife out, he stabs again into the same goblin right into its eye towards the brain to ensure its death. That's one. Looking around while the goblins were in a slight disbelief over what happened, Lumian noticed at least another ten more in the immediate vicinity. Grabbing a hold of the rudimentary spear with his left hand, he threw it at the furthest goblin from him while slashing at the neck of the next nearest goblin before they gain their bearing.
The spear missed the goblin as it whizzed past its head, yet the knife made purchase into the neck of another goblin where blood sprayed at a horrendous force. That's two. Lumian thinks rapidly before jumping back a couple of steps to avoid the club swinging for his leg by the goblin to his left. As he does so, he kicks out his foot into the back of the knee of this goblin and stabbing down with the knife. Three. This process lasted a few minutes as he continuously took out a myriad of goblins. Seven. Eight. Ten. Woo that's the last of them. Lumian rubs the sweat out of his brow but before he could take another breath a piercing pain came from his upper left arm.
"Argh." Looking down at his arm after crying out in pain he sees what looks to be a shaft of an arrow. "Fuck." Lumian looks to his left and notices a similar creature to the goblin yet appeared to look taller in height holding onto what looked to be a crossbow. Pulling the bolt out of his arm letting it start to bleed; he runs in alternating patterns while picking up a nearby dead goblin to use as shield in case he shoots again.
A few more cross bolts flew past before he got close enough to stab several times into the creature’s chest, blood starting to smear Lumian's face dripping onto the floor. Looking back, he spots several more of them slowly circling him. I can do this! "Come at me!" Lumian bellowed in exclamation hyping up his adrenaline. Out of the corner of his eye to his right, a sword swings to cleave his head, therefore he ducked down into a tumbling roll stabbing one of them in the leg and groin causing it to roar out in pain.
Dodging to the left to avoid retaliation, Lumian picks up a nearby spear and throws it towards the aggressor.
Time passes on where wave after wave of similar enemies come crashing down against Lumian without giving him much of a break, stamina running out panting for air whilst building accruing multiple wounds across his body bleeding here and there losing blood. He has barely had enough time to makeshift bandages to close up a few of the wounds in-between the waves of enemies, meanwhile his baggy robe has a multitude of cuts revealing his no longer pristine skin.
Bodies of all his fallen enemies littered the floor with their blood and entrails splattered all around them.
RUMBLE
Suddenly the rumbling sound of a wall grinding upwards before a large explosion of rubble where the wall itself started to collapse as a large nine foot being came into view, appearing amidst the cloud of dust particles. It had large hooves smashing against the ground leading upwards with black matted fur into a human chiselled waist full of densely packed muscles whereas the head had the face of a nose ringed bull with massive horns facing forward. In its right hand it carried a massive, blunt Warhammer the size of a bedside table that it swings around with ease.
ROOOOOAAAR
The roaring sound of this beast makes the place shake with trepidation. Holy fuck that is a minotaur if I've ever seen one!!!! As Lumian is shocked by it, the minotaur sprints like a train, swinging the Warhammer right into Lumian's path smashing against his left arm pulverising the bones within.
"AAAAGGHHH!!!" Lumian screams out in pain as he smashes against the wall, damaging the muscles in his back before falling to the ground. Getting back up, his eyes are becoming bloodshot with tears streaming down them from being in pain whilst grabbing at his left arm.
Picking up the knife, Lumian stifles his voice and runs towards the still incoming Minotaur and leaps to the side stabbing it in the thigh hoping to hit a tendon or nerve. Rolling backwards, he just misses being hit by the butt of the hammer, picking up a nearby spear and crossbow shooting a couple of bolts at the minotaur's eyes. Unfortunately they miss just making the enemy more enraged swinging the Warhammer around trying to hit the pest bothering it.
Lumian whilst dodging manages to find a chance to stab the spear through the minotaur's right eye creating a blind spot he can continue to run into. Grabbing the knife stuck in the minotaur, Lumian yanks it out getting behind it and thrusting it repeatedly doing as much damage as he can ensuring he stays in the minotaur's blind spot to prevent getting further hurt. Lumian, through the extraneous constant movement, ended up caked in dust and sweat, panting from the exertion.
The minotaur was rocking on its legs as it bled out from its wounds feeling dizzy as THUMP it crashes down on its knees dropping the mighty Warhammer. Lumian being careful, approached stealthily behind the minotaur and sliced its neck watching the minotaur bleed to death gurgling and coughing up its own blood.
"Ha......Ha.......ha." Lumian panting to the side, slipped down and leant back against the wall while the purple flames appeared again saying.
Trial of Body Complete...........................Commencing Final Trial: Trial of Spirit
"It’s finally over." Lumian remarks in relief as he catches his breath.