Reinhardt followed the west to east patrol, trudging along behind their plodding pace, giving them a lengthy lead as to not provoke them. The difference between the PatrolGuard, Soldier, Grand Hall GuardHalberdierMan-at-ArmsZweihanderInnate, how it worked in relation to Magic items, and the way he had taken what he believed the best pieces of each suit, he felt like he was so far above the normal

  That wasn’t how it worked, of course. All Zweihander’s ArmourHalberdier’s GreavesSabotonsHalberdier’s GreavesSabotonsHalberdier’sMan-at-Arms’ Cuisses, PoleynsGauntletsGauntletsSoldier’s Pauldrons were the oddity here. They without a doubt had the feeling of brawn and the ability to exert force, but also had a sense of toughness the other pieces lacked. However, they did feel stiff when compared to his previous set. That didn’t really matter, he was never going to be an Acrobat

  All told, Reinhardt felt things were going well, except for the whole “decapitation” incident. He never really considered the “Full Plate” armoured KnightPlate ArmourEssence. He should really be SoulEssence of higher Innate that both helped them

  SoulXizhan Blademasters were all obsessed with calligraphy or sand art?

  As the extremely dispersed group passed the Main Entrance, Reinhardt broke off and opened the ornate double doors. He stepped out into the sunlight and felt the sun, simulated though it was, on his skin, simulated as that was. He had given up on the idea of natural light within the first week of being a “ghost.” He almost cried, but he kept the idea that this was not actually a safe place to be, and there were things actively trying to kill him, at the forefront of his mind. “,” he thought. He was rather looking forward to seeing the Castle Gardens in full sunlight. He walked down the stairs and looked around. The pathways formed perfect lines that radiated from the Castle, as if drawn by a patient hand centuries ago, winding through patterned parterres that shifted between verdant green hedges and delicately raked ivory river stone. Immediately in front of the Castle, the Grand Fountain rose out of the Promenade as if grown. Around the central basin, statues of what he assumed were representations of Gods and mythical figures stood in eternal poise, their marble surfaces warmed by the sun and speckled with the glitter of reflected water. He had never noticed the details of the fountain in the dark, but he did take note that the Lord and his Horse were not perched upon the fountain. Off the main Promenade, winding paths weaved through lush plantings gathered from unknown realms. Flowerbeds of vibrant colour spilled toward tranquil ponds where lilies floated like tiny lanterns on the still surface. At times he caught the flash of a butterfly whose wings seem almost too vivid for reality - iridescent blues and greens that suggest the presence of something more than nature - the first “bug” he’d seen in the Dungeon.

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  For all this beauty, it was a scene of chaos. Bits of That makes sense,” he realised, as he thought back to the behaviour of the group. “ to but could not yet face all six in the Grand Hall - the are a much safer bet for them, even if they are five Levels lower.” They were predictable, slow moving enemies, as long as you didn’t run, so he had little doubt the group could sweep through here in relative safety. That was good for them, if somewhat slower. It really put a damper on his spirits though. He figured that seven Essence his various injuries had cost him. He stood in the middle of the Promenade, looking out after the trail the group would have taken into the Dark Forest. Should he try to take down another Essence each time. What was the point of defeating an Essence he gained was used to patch up his damaged ?

  Reinhardt was lost for a moment, admiring the Dark Forest with the sun on his back. “?” As much as the last month or two had effectively been doubled, as he no longer slept - and his concept of time was completely stripped away by the third day - in his brain, only a few days had passed, but it had felt like years. Those times he saw the pulse of the were the only times he was certain that any time had passed. Now he had the ability to see the passage of the “sun” across the “sky” he felt like things were moving too fast. The last fourteen hours had been so hectic. He had gotten his ability to move and interact with the world back, and had immediately been the target for monsters. He had then decided he wanted to live, and make it home, but then went straight back to the same plan, making the same mistakes as he had with Magdi and Otto. “ Magical Item in front of me,.” He resolved to be more careful - look at him, he was already NOT thinking about the single, unsupported Essence and the Magic item. and items. That was how he was going to progress. It is the way he progress. He to progress - he needed to be restored to life. His mother deserved her son back.

  He also knew he didn’t want to be revealed to the world as he was now. He was certain he would be disassembled and reassembled while dozens of mages, sages and scholars poked and prodded him to determine how it all worked. They would likely never let him leave. While he was curious, it was only a curiosity with a view to ending this existence and returning to his family as soon as possible. Maybe if he was about to be resurrected, he would humour them and spend a few years doing tests for them - he was invested in furthering science just as much as anyone, he only would ask that the techniques regarding Innate to bypass Attunement. Was that entering his SoulInnate that was etched into the SoulEssence? Was that how Essence?

  As the first stars began to wink at him from their black satin bed, he forced himself to walk back to the castle - he had gotten transfixed by the night sky this morning. Time was getting on, and if he was going to search the upper floor before the cycle he’d best get moving, he had no idea how much skulking around he would need to do. Once the Dungeon Regenerated he would check the Grand Hall, attracting the his shield and figure out how to defeat or distract the Schwarzwald with Madgi and Otto. He blinked away the reminiscence, he couldn’t get caught up in his memory again. He had a lot to do, and if it all worked out, he would eventually have his chosen shield Resurrection, or , or whatever the Spell was called was expensive to cast, or at least, whoever could cast it would charge the Heavens for it.

  He sighed as he re-checked the straps on the shield. He knew, in his heart, he was going to end up going after that lone Dungeon

  He got the impression that up there was unique or Magical.

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