Episode 53.3 (2/2)

There's only one room. This room.

And there's no dot signifying a magic beast.

Neither are explorers of course.

Lecan is the only being here right now.

As he took a breath, he realized how he was feeling a bit tensed up.

There's no smell.

But he could sense some sort of vestiges, faint remains of something.

The air is dense.

With a peculiar atmosphere.

How should it be expressed.

It's like a throne missing its king.

Or a beastless cage.

This is no place one should carelessly tread upon.

Lecan found some curious wall deep in the dimly lit dome thus he set out there.

There are rocks cut into rectangular shaped objects on the rocky wall deep in the dome.

Two just above the ground, and another quite high above.

Metal chains extend out of these rectangular rocks, with ring-like metal objects seemingly used to bind something at the end of the chains.

These metal rings must have been originally cylindrical when they're not unfastened as they are now.

The chains are of such enormity and weight.

They're thicker than even Lecan's torso.

And these metal rings.

If they are truly fetters, the things they bound must be as thick as giant trees.

Lecan looked up above.

The massive metal ring hanging at the end of the chain extended from the rock wall above reflected an ominous dull light on Lecan's head.

These chains and rings do look like a restraining device.

The two chains below must be binding the Greatarm Ogre's legs, while the one above is for its neck.

That would put the height estimate of this Ogre to around thrice of Lecan's.

Derstan said that the Greatarm Ogre was the size of a mountain, but that's an exaggeration. However it's most definitely a terrifyingly powerful magic beast.

Lecan had fought a Greatarm Ogre three times thus far, Dungeon Golbul's boss.

He was overwhelmed by its strength in their first fight.

The strength it possessed was on a whole different level than the other magic beasts just one floor above in the same dungeon.

Greatarm Ogres are simply that powerful.

A magic beast with that speed, power and destructive force at three times the size would be an absurd force to be reckoned with.

On top of that, it was the Dungeon Boss of a 180-floor long Grand Dungeon of Finkel.

The strength this Greatarm Ogre possessed must be beyond compare.

Even the vestiges of this strength were enough to harrow Lecan with a sense of oppressiveness.

He looked down.

The rock walls and grounds where the two objects sit have nothing of note. But what about the top one.

”<Float><Move>.”

Lecan cast magic on himself as he floated above.

He kept floating and stopped just ahead of the rock object.

There's nothing particularly special about it. It's solid and unwavering, giving off an impression no one could make it budge.

”<Move>.”

Lecan slowly floated once again and stopped in front of the space just above the rock object. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});

(Hm?)

(There's some sort of letters inscribed on it.)

He stared hard in the dim condition.

Then he read the inscribed letters.

<Name Jericho>