Working simultaneously for Gildaria, Cortina, and Faredjia, Hatharaith acquired a vast store of necessary knowledge, resources, and even some new artifacts, of which he now had so many that other treasuries would pale in comparison to his arsenal. All he had to do was wait for a major event. And it happened — the sun that illuminated the night over Tezoth served as the long-awaited sign. The pain of so many lost souls partially paralyzed the monsters of regret, for their mother needed to digest a very dense meal. Leaping into the saddle of a nameless pegasus, the denizen of the Dungeon rushed toward the center of the continent — toward the crater. While airborne, he subjected the monsters to a devastating bombardment — arrows exploding upon contact with their bodies or the ground, dealing fire damage to all living things. Descending to land, he switched to piercing arrows — swift shots that destroyed everything in their path. He didn't even need to dirty his hands. Stopping near a wall of living, moving flesh, he plunged his sword into it and soon carved a door sized for his height. Inside, everything was covered in foul and unpleasant slime, with abomination-like organisms moving about, but this did not stop him — he stepped inside and soon reached the heart. There he found the main monster... Iphilla herself.
And there he took her. Not because he wanted to save the world. Not because he was driven by a feeling of love. But simply because he wanted to. How this will affect the situation on the continent — only time will tell.
/ Come on, guys, Hatharaith is just a mortal. What did he even do? Nothing, he's a total loser, don't pay him any attention. Eat your watermelons in peace and don't grumble. /
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт