Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 359: First Floor: The Haven of Spring Cranes (1)
Cyrus and Athena walked side by side, their pace unhurried as they made their way to a small, cozy restaurant tucked away in a quieter part of the city. The establishment was dimly lit, with a warm, inviting ambiance that made it the perfect place for a quiet dinner. The tables were set with simple but elegant decor, and the soft murmur of other patrons filled the air.
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They sat across from each other, a candle flickering between them, casting soft shadows on their faces. As they ate, they talked about their experiences in the tower, sharing observations and thoughts. However, despite the ease of their conversation, both were careful not to reveal too much about themselves. The information exchanged was surface-level, almost a polite dance around the deeper questions that lingered beneath the surface.
Cyrus shared a few basic details about his background, his interest in exploring the tower, and his curiosity about the world he had found himself in. Athena, in turn, offered small insights into her knowledge of the tower and the city, but nothing that would give away her true nature or intentions. It was clear that both were holding back, each respecting the other’s privacy while still engaging in friendly conversation.
Once dinner was finished, they lingered a bit longer, savoring the last moments of their meal and the quiet between them. Finally, with a mutual understanding, they decided to part ways for the night. Cyrus expressed his interest in continuing their exploration tomorrow, suggesting they meet up again in the morning. Athena agreed, a small smile playing on her lips as she promised to guide him further into the tower.
As they left the restaurant, they exchanged a brief nod of farewell before heading off in different directions. Athena disappeared into the shadows of the city, her presence almost ethereal as she blended into the night. Cyrus watched her go for a moment before turning back toward the guild, his mind already thinking ahead to tomorrow’s exploration.
Returning to the adventurers’ guild, Cyrus made his way to the room that had been provided to him. The room was simple but comfortable, with a sturdy bed, a small desk, and a window that overlooked the bustling city below. He dropped his belongings onto the bed, feeling the weight of the day’s events settling in.
But despite his exhaustion, he wasn’t quite ready to sleep. Changing into more comfortable clothes, he decided to head downstairs to the main hall of the guild, which had transformed into a lively tavern as the night progressed. The air was thick with the scent of ale and food, and the sound of laughter and conversation filled the room. Adventurers of all kinds gathered here, sharing stories of their exploits, boasting of their victories, or simply enjoying each other’s company after a long day.
Cyrus found an empty table near the edge of the room, where he could observe without drawing too much attention to himself. He ordered a few drinks with the money he had earned from joining the guild and defeating the guild master, the coins feeling satisfying in his hand as he passed them over. The first drink was strong, the burn of alcohol warming him from the inside out, loosening the tension that had built up in his muscles.
As he sipped his drink, he listened carefully to the conversations around him. The adventurers were loose-lipped, their tongues loosened by the alcohol and the camaraderie of the night. They spoke of the tower, of monsters they had fought, treasures they had found, and rumors of what lay deeper within. Cyrus absorbed every bit of information, piecing together the fragments of knowledge into a broader understanding of the challenges that awaited him.
As the night wore on, Cyrus found himself drawn into the conversations, exchanging words with his fellow guild members. There was an unspoken bond that formed through shared experiences, and by the end of the night, he felt a little closer to these men and women who had welcomed him into their ranks. There was a sense of belonging that came with it, a feeling that, despite the mysteries and dangers of this world, he was not facing it alone.
By the time he finally headed back to his room, he was thoroughly exhausted and heavily drunk. His steps were unsteady as he climbed the stairs, his vision slightly blurred from the effects of the alcohol. But there was a contentment in his heart, a sense of satisfaction from a day well spent.
Cyrus collapsed onto the bed, not even bothering to pull the covers over himself. The moment his head hit the pillow, he was out, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep that carried him through the rest of the night. The exhaustion of the day and the effects of the alcohol combined to knock him out completely, leaving him to rest and recover for the challenges that await him tomorrow.
The next morning, Cyrus woke early, the faint light of dawn filtering through the small window of his guild room. Despite the lingering effects of the previous night’s drinks, his mind was sharp and focused as he stretched and prepared for the day. After quickly donning his training gear, he headed outside to a secluded area where he could train without distraction.
The air was cool and crisp, perfect for a morning workout. Cyrus began with some basic stretches and warm-ups, then moved into more rigorous exercises. His muscles ached pleasantly from the exertion, and with each movement, he felt the remnants of last night’s indulgence melt away. He focused on honing his sword skills, practicing swift, precise strikes, and defensive maneuvers. The rhythmic motion of his training calmed his mind, bringing him into a state of deep concentration.
After an hour of intense practice, Cyrus felt sufficiently warmed up and ready for the day’s challenges. He returned to his room to clean up and change into his usual attire before heading out to meet Athena.
They met at the entrance of the guild, exchanging a few brief words before deciding on a place to eat. They settled on a quaint little cafe nearby, where they ordered a hearty breakfast. The atmosphere was relaxed, the early morning bustle of the city just beginning to stir around them.
As they ate, their conversation was light and casual, touching on the previous day’s experiences but steering clear of anything too personal. Cyrus remained guarded, only sharing a few basic details about himself, and Athena seemed content to do the same. Despite the lack of deep conversation, there was a comfortable ease between them, a mutual understanding that they were both there for the same purpose: to conquer the tower.
Once breakfast was finished, they made their way back to the tower. The anticipation of the day’s challenge had Cyrus’s blood pumping with excitement. Today, he intended to take down one of the formidable swans that roamed the first floor, the Haven of Spring Cranes.
As they approached the tower’s entrance, the serene beauty of the first floor greeted them once again. But Cyrus was not here to admire the scenery; his focus was on the hunt. Athena followed closely, her calm presence a steadying force as they ventured deeper into the peaceful forest, where danger lurked beneath the surface.
Cyrus moved cautiously through the forest, his eyes scanning every shadow and his ears attuned to the slightest rustle of leaves. The first floor of the tower, "The Haven of Spring Cranes," was deceptively tranquil, with its serene atmosphere and peaceful scenery. However, Cyrus knew better than to let his guard down. The cranes here, beautiful as they were, were lethal.
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As he advanced, he spotted a single crane separated from its flock. The creature stood near a small pond, its white feathers gleaming in the dappled sunlight. It moved gracefully, its long neck dipping to drink from the water. This one, isolated from the others, seemed like the perfect target. But Cyrus wasn’t one to rush in without ensuring the odds were in his favor.
He paused, closing his eyes for a moment to heighten his senses. The sounds of the forest filled his ears—the distant calls of other cranes, the rustling of the trees, and the gentle lapping of water against the shore. He inhaled deeply, picking up the scent of the earth and the faint, sweet aroma of blooming flowers. Nothing out of the ordinary. His gaze swept the surroundings, confirming there were no other cranes nearby. His instincts and senses all aligned to tell him this crane was truly alone.
Satisfied, Cyrus allowed a small, confident smile to curl his lips. He extended his right arm, and from the ether itself, a sword began to form. The weapon materialized as a shimmering blade of pure aether, its translucent edges glowing with a soft, ethereal light. The sword hummed with energy, vibrating gently in his grip, as if eager to be unleashed.
Athena, who had been silently observing, raised an eyebrow in surprise. This was the first time she had seen Cyrus summon a weapon like this, and she couldn’t help but be impressed by the sheer purity of the aether he commanded. The blade was both beautiful and deadly, a testament to Cyrus’s skill and power.
Cyrus met Athena’s gaze briefly, acknowledging her reaction with a slight nod before turning his full attention back to the crane. His expression hardened as he prepared to strike, the thrill of the hunt and the challenge before him igniting a fire in his veins.
