The cave departure and arrival

[Onver's PoV]

As I heard the screeching sound of stone carving on another stone, I moved my hand to write something at the entrance of the cave. Stepping back, I admired my art on the wall. It read "Onver's Museum."

Time seemed to blur since I woke up, perhaps hours or even days. When I regained consciousness, I found an army of skeletons kneeling in front of me, stretching as far as the eye could see. At that moment, they submitted to my command.

I soon discovered that these skeletons were suppressed and afraid of me. An invisible pressure emanated from my body, an ability I had recently discovered. It weighed down on them, exerting a dominating force.

To ease my boredom, I decided to create various things using the undead skeletons' bones. I crafted a bag, a sword, a spear, a chakra, a trident, and anything else I could fashion.

I had mulled over making a bow and arrow, but I lacked the proper materials to create a functional string.

The idea of extracting one of my muscles and weaving it into a rope crossed my mind, but I discarded it since my leg was still healing and not yet fully recovered.

With the string idea cast aside, I continued crafting other weapons and even made some flutes. However, once the novelty wore off, I turned my attention to decorating the cave.

Although the barrier that prevented the entry of any undead had been broken, it did not concern me much. I could command the skeletons to enter the cave and use them as workers to embellish its interior.

Once the decoration was complete, I attempted to test the fighting abilities of the skeletons. However, they refused to engage. Instead, they detached their heads and offered their cores to me willingly. It was as if they recognized my dominance and pledged their loyalty.

Leaving the cave behind, I embarked on a new chapter of my life. I gathered necessary equipment such as a sword and the spinal cord of some undead. A bag made of bone served to hold my flute, snacks, cores, and remaining large core fragments from the giant knight.

The primary reason for my departure from the cave was the insufficiency of skeleton cores to satisfy my hunger. I sought something more fulfilling.

In my spare time, I honed my mana manipulation skills and learned to create a more effective barrier. The time required to cast the barrier was significantly reduced, and I could use it with great efficiency.

I even attempted to replicate the illusions from my dreams. It took time and effort, but I succeeded in creating similar figures. These illusions acted as distractions and worked to confuse enemies. I continued to improve upon them.

Walking towards a carriage with wheels, I observed its bone structure. Resembling a small house, it had four wheels and an interior resembling a cosy hut.

Realizing that I didn't want to set up camp every time I needed to rest, I grabbed the chains attached to the carriage. It needed a name, and I contemplated several options such as "Candy House," "Hell Home," "Dreamy," and "Sharing Range." Among them, I settled on "Candy House" as the most suitable name.

Grabbing the chain, I began pulling the Candy House in an unknown direction. Well, not entirely unknown, as I was heading towards the black castle. Curiosity filled my mind as I wondered what secrets the castle held. Determined, I continued to pull the Candy House towards the castle.

This chapter of my journey brought forth new mysteries and challenges, and I eagerly anticipated uncovering its secrets.

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°•°[•{)Author's pov(}•]°•°

Alen and the party members stood before the cave, mesmerized by the mysterious text written on its entrance. Alen hesitated, warning his companions not to enter suspiciously.

"What's with all the suspicion?"

. "Ever since we arrived on this island, you've been telling us that something is not right. What the hell is going on?"

The captain of the ship intervened, demanding an explanation. Alen glanced at him but remained silent, contemplating the course of action.

"Alright, everyone. Activate your protective barriers," Alen finally spoke up. He assigned tasks to each party member. "Rossa, purify the air around us as we enter the cave. Joseph, you take the lead. And don't worry, Naro, we'll make sure you're safe."

Naro nodded, a hint of doubt still visible on her face. It was difficult for her to feel at ease, considering what had transpired—Martha's kidnapping and Arthur's injuries. How could she trust that everything would be fine?

Nevertheless, she complied with Alen's orders, and the party entered the cave.

Step by step, the sound of their feet meeting the ground echoed through the surroundings. Rossa cast her spell, causing multiple flower petals to appear and illuminate the otherwise dark interior of the cave. Alen frowned as he observed the changes within, noting that a path had been carved into the wall.

With each step, their heartbeats increased in anticipation and uncertainty building. Joseph led the way, followed closely by Alen, while Naro stayed near the rear with the captain.

Crushing sounds filled the air as Rossa stepped on something. When the party investigated, they found a bone fragment beneath her foot. Each step indicated that something beyond their wildest imaginations awaited their arrival.

Finally, they emerged through the path and were greeted by a sight that sent shivers down their spines. Before them lay a vast hall, stretching wide and far. At the end of the hall stood a throne made entirely of skulls, adorned with bone powder weapons. The hall was illuminated by an eerie purple light, casting an unsettling glow on the scene.

The walls were covered with carved skulls of different animals like lions and deer giant rabbit on the throne was situated in what looked like the mouth of a dragon made of bones and instead of teeth blue marble adored its skeleton structure Every skull carved on the wall gave purple eye illuminating the cave through there oral cavity a purple-hued escape, the interest almost resembling a museum, each skull of animal look like it's seemingly telling its own story.

The intricate details and meticulous craftsmanship showcase the skill of an unknown creator. The hall held an aura of ancient mystery as if it existed outside the realms of time and space.

As they cautiously approached the throne, a sense of foreboding filled the air. The skulls appeared to be watching their every move, acting as silent guardians of a forgotten realm. The oppressive silence was only broken by the faint crackling of the purple light.

Majestic and terrifying, the throne commanded attention. The arrangement of skulls created a macabre yet impressive sight, a testament to the dominance of its previous occupant. The bones gleamed with an eerie, bone-white sheen, intensifying the throne's menacing presence.

The bone powder weapons attached to the throne served as a stark reminder of past violence. Crafted with precision and skill, they possessed an otherworldly quality. It was as if they pulsed with their energy,

Standing before the throne, a mix of fear and curiosity consumed the party members. They couldn't help but ponder the history and purpose of this place. Who had created this chilling display? What had occurred within these haunting walls? Unfortunately, the answers remained veiled in the depths of time.

Taking a deep breath, they mustered their courage and stepped closer to the throne. The air grew thicker, the weight of ancient events pressing upon their shoulders.