Dungeon Raider System

"Saaaaaaaaam! Sam, come back, please!" Uriel cried to the wind for the umptenth time that day. Facing his emotions without them being entangled with Water warlock's had turned him into a complete different person.

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He was no longer the cold hearted hunter with a murderous glare that sent shivers down the spine of whoever stared at him, but he wasn't quite his past self either.

Granted, he cried like a lost child and still blindly trusted that Sam would return sometime soon even when every brain cell on his mind told him otherwise, but now he had the mental fortitude he gained after all the terrifying experiences he'd been through and he eventually went back in track.

Like any of the past days, the chilly winds didn't bring an answer and Uriel continued with his daily routine. Just like when he lived in the city, he started his day by working out, then having breakfast, then planning the rest of his day, only he wasn't in the city and things were very different for him.

His workout consisted on swimming on the dungeon ocean, visiting the other rock formations in hopes of finding a clue that allowed him to figure out how to exit the dungeon now that he didn't have the egg. In hindsight, breaking it was a poor decision, but at the time he was still being affected by Water warlock's emotions and he wanted 'that thing' dead.

Breakfast was, of course, fish seasoned with salt, accompanied with seaweeds and on a good day, maybe a turtle.

Bad days, which weren't at all uncommon, Uriel was forced to eat dried seaweed and nothing else because he wanted to save as much trites as he possibly could and the only thing he spent money on was on energy drinks, oddly enough, the price of an energy drink was 1 trite, the same as a bottle of water.

The reason for this wasn't stingyness, as his friends thought when he recounted the tale, he had a certain item he wanted to buy but it was too expensive and by completing the level one and the level two physical trainings on a daily basis he was only able to get 11 trites per day.

Fortunately for him, the weather was mostly calm and the temperatures didn't drop so much. He also had the few tents and resources the Air spirit people left behind and his living conditions weren't so bad.

The only problem he experienced was something he had completely forgotten about: the fear of death.

It happened on a beautiful morning, one of the rare occasions where everything seemed right. Uriel was already finished with his swimming and was carrying a huge tuna that had to be at least 200 hundred kilograms back to his tent when something unexpected happened.

A small whirlpool formed right beneath him and before he realized it, he was trapped in the powerful current caused by a cryptid on the bottom of the sea. He couldn't see it, but his mystical sense warned him that the whirlpool wasn't a natural phenomenon, not that it wasn't obvious but it still confirmed his fears.

He desperately fought against the water, but was sucked up deep bellow the surface nonetheless.

Thanks to being an ascended, his need for oxygen was lesser than that of a regular person, but that didn't mean he could remain underwater for an indefinite amount of time. He needed to figure out a way to escape, but the only thing that came to mind was activating his Dash skill.

Blue sparks could be seen at a distance and Uriel's perspective of time shifted into the usual stillness that came to happen whenever he used his skill, only now he couldn't move at all. The pressure of water felt immensely stronger than before and when he attempted to ignore it and swim forcefully, his hand broke on the spot.

'Dammit, of course it's more difficult to swim with Dash activated. Time moves slower and I'm relying on my own strength rather than buoyancy.' His thought wasn't that far from reality, but actually the biggest obstacle in this case was that the whirlpool possessed an immense amount of Flux energy and his skill was completely overwhelmed by it.

Still, thanks to Dash being active he was able to think at a faster pace and that could make the difference between life and death. He closed his eyes and headed into his museum and to the souvenir shop, all the while he kept holding his breath because he knew that even though his ethereal presence was inside his trait, his physical body remained outside surrounded by nothing but water.

'This might help...' He thought as he grabbed a life jacket.

After deactivating his Dash skill he struggled for a while to put it on, but contrary to his expectations it made no difference. The whirlpool became bigger at an incredible speed and the more time passed, the closer he was to the middle of it where it was deeper.

He then tried summoning the Jaguar spirit, only to have it sink in the water even faster than him and he cancelled the summon right before it fell into the pit that had opened at the center of the whirlpool. The clay figurine returned to his hand and Uriel noticed that the pose it had was one of utter despair.

'I'm sorry, my friend. I should have thought it better.' He inwardly apologized to the sculpture as he sank beneath the ocean surface once more, only now it was directly into the maws of an ungodly beast, one whose name only a few chosen ever knew.

Unbeknownst to Uriel, he was unlucky enough to stumble with a dreadful creature. It was a being older than time, a being that wasn't supposed to exist in this world or any world for that matter. A being that posed a threat to existence itself, it was the consumer of sanity, the ultimate beast of chaos, Cthulhu.