"Almark!!"
As soon as I left the room, an excited Morgen grabs Almark's shoulder.
"The legendary basement was real!
"Legend."
Almark looks at Morgen with his white eyes as he claws his keys with his hands.
"You're the one Morgen said on his own. What is it, Mr. Maia's torture chamber?"
"No, no, Mr. Maia's secret basement"
The two go out of the dorm, walk around the wall as they were told, and around in the shadow of the implant.
Sure enough, there was a crude metal door there, trying to get halfway into the wall.
"It's a lot of a doorway to a tiny legend... did you know you had a door like this?
Almark looks back at Morgen.
"Yeah, I had no idea. Shadow of such an implant, if there was nothing, it wouldn't come first."
That's what Morgen says and shakes his head.
"Right..."
If Morgen doesn't know either, there's no point in Almark not knowing.
Okay, I'll open it.
Almark plugged the key into the distorted keyhole in the door.
It's terribly hard.
Crouching and turning rampantly several times, the door finally opened.
"Wow..."
Morgen, peering inside over Almark's shoulder, gives a pitiful voice.
A crude stone staircase enough for each person to finally pass was stretching towards the basement as soon as the door was opened.
The stone steps have bent slowly and disappeared into the underground darkness beyond.
"Oh, Almark... sorry, I can't do this"
Where did your energy go until just now, Morgen lags behind.
"Dark and narrow. I've got two things I don't like..."
"The basement is dark and small."
"I can't do this anymore..."
Morgen shakes his head with a blue face.
"Fine, Morgen. You're just gonna take the sign and the wood out anyway, right? I'll get it."
said Almark.
"Wait here and take it"
"I'm sorry, Almark"
"I'm usually useless. I'm working today."
Nevertheless, it looks pretty dark in the basement.
I can't use one of the lights. Almark doesn't have a lamp. It seems harsh.
Once back to pick up the lamp, Almark once again put it up and started going down the stairs.
"I'm coming, then."
"Watch your step."
Morgen says worryingly.
"Oh, I'm fine......"
Almark goes down the stairs carefully.
The stairs bend slowly along the way, blocking the light that had been plugged in from the outside.
As we went down the stone steps, the outside noise also moved away, and only the hard noise of Almark's shoes tapping the stone steps began to sound.
Going down for a while, this also had a crude wooden door, where the stairs ended.
As Almark pressed, the door slowly opened with a tight sound.
The room was dark as I expected.
Turn on the lamp and you will see that it is an unexpectedly large room.
Seems like a lot of things are being put in a mess.
I found a candlestick on the wall, so I move over there to avoid stumbling and transfer the lamp fire.
In the brightened room, Almark shrugged unexpectedly.
"Which..."
There are numerous crates mixed with various objects placed in disorder.
Are you telling me to look for a crate with signs and crates in it?
When Almark sighed, I felt something move for a moment trying to block the lights.
!!
Almark stood up for himself.
Kill your breath and explore the signs of something that has moved.
Nothing moves in the basement, illuminated by candlesticks and lamps, except Almark.
Did a bug or something fly?
Almark still didn't loosen his guard and waited awhile.
Then, finally convinced that there was absolutely no sign of anything indoors, I de-alerted.
"Well..."
From these numbers, we must find a crate containing signs and dots.
Almark tried to open the crate nearby.
It's packed with some kind of cloth that stinks. No, it's not.
I tried opening about two other crates appropriately, but they contained something completely different.
Speaking of which, Almark recalls.
Maia used to say, "Crate in the back."
Almark turned his foot to the back of the basement.
Back, it's not that big.
I hit the wall right away.
And, on that wall, I realized that there was a small wooden door so that it could be buried in objects.
... No way, is the back this way?
That can't be true, but I'll get rid of the stuff around me and push the door just in case.
If I hadn't opened it, I would have stopped with it, but the door made a cheap noise and opened easily.
Almark had no choice but to knock over the door, put up a lamp, and then badly bewildered.
What, here?
It's a strange space.
Unlike the simple rectangular basement earlier, this space had a clean circular shape.
The floor, too, I don't know its name, but the fine stone is used, which is distinctly different from the room just now.
If you look up, the ceiling is also domed.
It resembled an ancient noble tomb that was in a burglary, seen on the journey.
The size is a turn smaller than the room I just had, but I feel terribly spacious because of nothing in this space.
... There's nothing in the crate.
Again, it wasn't here.
It was almost simultaneous with Almark turning around to go back to the room where he was, and the wooden door making noise and closing.
Almark saw something nodding in front of the closed door.
When.
Until just now, there was certainly nothing.
There was no sign of it.
But now something was definitely nodding there.
That wakes the body up slowly.
Almark breathed.
"Derugan"
Unexpectedly, its abominable name comes out with a mouthful of mouth.
"Why are you here?"
He looked like a gray wolf. But its hairline stood upside down like a blade.
Almark had met it.
I fought before.
Remind me of the memories of that time, and I still get a snug cold sweat seeping through my palms.
Dark night, when the demon whistle of the forest sounds, appears from the back of the forest, the family of darkness.
What is now in front of me looked slightly smaller than what Almark saw in the North Forest.
But its appearance is indisputable, that abominable Dark Warcraft, Derugan.
"Here... it's a dorm, right?"
Almark shrugged.