NOVEL WEB Chapter 4: Arcane Awakening
The shattered remains of the wraith dissolved into a fine mist, leaving Zeth standing in the eerie glow of the dungeon's rune-covered walls. His breath was heavy, his grip firm on the glowing shard that served as both weapon and beacon of hope in this alien realm.
The air was thick with tension, and silence pressed against his ears like a tangible weight. Zeth's gaze shifted upward toward the distant, faintly glowing ceiling, where faint ripples of magical energy hinted at the labyrinth's unrelenting nature.
'New ability unlocked: Arcane Shield. A defensive barrier that absorbs damage up to 50 mana. Passive effect: Slightly enhances magical resistance.'
Zeth blinked as the system's message scrolled into his vision. It was the first ability that spoke to defense rather than aggression, and it felt like a lifeline in this world where every step invited danger.
"So,"
he murmured, brushing the back of his hand across his brow,
"at least I won't be entirely shredded next time."
The faint light from the runes on the walls danced with strange vitality as Zeth tightened his focus on the room ahead. The ground was uneven and broken, as if something colossal had torn through it. Scattered across the floor were jagged stones and the remains of what appeared to be shattered relics, ornate fragments of some forgotten civilization.
Zeth approached one cautiously, his curiosity outweighing his trepidation. He crouched, running his fingers over the smooth edge of what might have once been a decorative plate or ceremonial tool. It hummed faintly, as if remnants of its original magic still lingered.
Before he could ponder further, a low growl rumbled from the far end of the chamber. His instincts snapped into focus. He stood, daggers in hand, and his heart quickened as two more shadowy forms emerged from the darkness.
'Hostiles detected: Lesser Wraiths (2)'
'Combat Analysis: These entities possess increased agility and minor elemental attacks. Approach with caution.'
Zeth gritted his teeth, scanning the creatures as they glided forward. Unlike the first wraiths he'd fought, these had elongated claws, and faint streaks of electricity danced along their shadowy forms. They moved in sync, like predators on the hunt.
"Great,"
Zeth muttered,
"upgrades."
The first wraith lunged at him, claws extended. Zeth reacted instinctively, channeling mana into his newly acquired shield. A shimmering barrier of pale blue light formed around him, absorbing the brunt of the creature's strike. The impact sent ripples through the shield, and Zeth staggered back, feeling the mana drain from his core.
'Arcane Shield activated. Mana remaining: 70/90.'
He retaliated with a sharp slash of his dagger, connecting with the wraith's arm. It howled, recoiling, but its partner was already upon him. Zeth ducked low, narrowly avoiding a crackling strike aimed at his head. He rolled to the side, rising swiftly to deliver a calculated strike to the second wraith's flank.
'Critical Hit. Lesser Wraith damaged: -35 HP.'
The creature let out a distorted shriek and lashed out with its claws, forcing Zeth to backpedal.
'Shield durability reduced. Mana remaining: 60/90.'
Zeth grimaced, the pressure mounting as both wraiths circled him like wolves. He could feel their intent to wear him down, to exhaust his stamina and mana until he had nothing left to fight with.
"Not happening,"
he growled, forcing his focus into clarity.
One of the wraiths lunged again, but this time Zeth anticipated its movement. He sidestepped, driving his blade upward into its chest. The creature convulsed as streaks of light burst from the impact point, and it dissolved into smoke.
'Enemy defeated. Mana replenished: +10. Experience gained: +25.'
Zeth turned, his attention snapping to the remaining wraith. It moved with renewed aggression, striking rapidly with its electrified claws. Zeth dodged and blocked with his shield, the barrier flickering under the sustained assault.
'Arcane Shield durability: 20%. Mana remaining: 50/90.'
Zeth countered with a precise strike to the wraith's knee-like joint, forcing it to stagger. He followed up with an arcane bolt, the spell tearing through the creature's torso in a flash of light.
'Enemy defeated. Mana replenished: +10. Experience gained: +25.'
As the final wraith dissipated, Zeth fell to one knee, panting heavily. The room was quiet again, save for his ragged breaths.
"Still standing,"
Zeth muttered, pushing himself to his feet.
The fight had left him drained, and the lingering stench of burned magic hung heavy in the air. He glanced around, half-expecting more enemies to emerge from the darkness.
Instead, his attention was drawn to a faint glow emanating from a pedestal at the far end of the chamber. The light pulsed gently, beckoning him forward.
Zeth approached cautiously, his weapons at the ready. The pedestal was simple in design, carved from the same stone as the walls, but its surface was covered in intricate runes. At its center rested a crystal, its core swirling with faint traces of blue and gold energy.
'Item detected: Resonance Crystal. Function: Resource replenishment and temporary stat enhancement.'
Zeth hesitated, his instincts warning him against trusting anything in this hostile world. But the dull ache in his limbs and the fading reserve of his mana left him little choice. He reached out, his fingers brushing the crystal's surface.
A surge of warmth flooded his body as the crystal's energy flowed into him. The exhaustion melted away, replaced by a renewed sense of strength.
'HP restored. Mana replenished. Temporary stat boost: +10% Strength, Agility, and Mana Recovery Rate.'
Zeth exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as he felt his body respond to the infusion of power. The glow from the crystal faded, its energy spent, and the pedestal crumbled into dust.
"Not bad,"
he said quietly, flexing his fingers.
The chamber rumbled faintly, and Zeth's gaze snapped toward the next corridor. The air ahead was darker, heavier, and the distant sound of growls echoed faintly through the narrow passage.
"Of course,"
he muttered,
"it's never just one room."
Zeth tightened his grip on his weapons, his resolve hardening. Each step forward felt heavier, not from fear but from the weight of the unknown. He had no idea what awaited him deeper in the labyrinth, but he knew one thing for certain:
Survival wasn't just about strength — it was about learning, adapting, and enduring.
And Zeth intended to endure.
He stepped into the corridor, the glow of the runes fading behind him as the shadows ahead swallowed him whole.