105 The Inverted Tower 8 (2/2)

”Your necromancy is strong. Far stronger than any of the other abilities you currently have at your disposal. But you do not have to only develop this way. When you took up the mantle of the fallen you also gained access to the archery tree. Using your [Arcane Shot] as a base you can follow this path.”

I looked at her for a long moment. At least what I assumed was her. ”I understand the risks, and I will be careful. But I am not a puppet. Not for the Necromancer King, not for the Goddess of War, and not for the Fallen God of Archery. I will make my own path. I have no interest in the other paths of necromancy. The thought of them sickens me. Nor do I want to blindly walk the path of Archery.”

”My guns, my grenades, They will be what takes me forward. I will walk this path even if I have to walk alone. I thought I could count on you to have my back. But it seems that it is not the case.”

I could not see so I did not bother to look at her any longer. And if I could I would not want to see the look she had on her face. Whatever it was, would only serve to hurt me further.

I gestured for Bailey to continue forward. We still needed to clear this floor, and whatever drama we were having would not stop that. The journey forward was quiet, but I could hear the steps of the girls behind us. They too knew that for now we would need to work together. It was the only way we could survive.

We did not walk long before we came to a stop. I had no idea what was before us, but thankfully Hylia was nice enough to describe it to me. Her voice was much softer than normal, Even if it was only a telepathic voice, or perhaps because it was a telepathic voice, I could sense the hurt inside of her.

”We are in a large room. There is no furthur passages. In the middle of the room is a strange obelisk. There are words written on it but I cannot understand it. This is the only object here. ”

I thought for a moment, Listening to the others replies. None of them could understand it either. I sighed. I would be the only one who had any sort of chance at deciphering the words. I asked her to describe them as I slowly traced the letters in my mind.

The letters slowly began to form into words in my mind, but they made no sense to me. I could only repeat them to the others. Hopefully our combined Knowledge would be able to find an answer.

”The sound of death causes us to bleed. It causes us to crawl, and reflect on our loss.”

”The poison of vanity robs us of our sight, putting an end to the illusions that surround us.”

”Only when the division ends can a group advance forward. Only when you work together can the truth behind the words be seen.”