Searching for Andromeda
- Hiatus! Coming back this 2024 - Ephraim, or as called by his colleagues, Raim, is an archeologist. Upon his commencement, he was stationed with a task force consisting of a researcher, a biologist, a doctor, and a former sergeant-in-arms; their team entrusted with a duty to examine the desolated LAB of an abandoned former space station: ANDROMEDA. As a man of science, he knew what his weakness was: curiosity. Upon entering the premises of ANDROMEDA, Raim discovers that succumbing to his desires would prove fatal one day. And that day has come. By the end of the darkness of the seemingly isolated laboratory was not obscurity filled with dust and desolation—but a tunnel leading to another realm of knowledge. A pathway to another dimension. No… the -pathway- to another world. The entrance to a completely different time where magic, knights, kingdom, monsters, and battles reigned supreme; Now Ephraim and his task force must utilize their existing knowledge and cultivate their given power to survive onslaughts and drive the kingdoms of another world to prosperity. [note: if you push through chapter 13 where the action generally starts, it will be worth it.] The artwork from this temporary cover is from is Windreader Zell from Bagoum. I do not own this artwork. https://sv.bagoum.com/cards/104421030 • • SUPPORT THE AUTHOR • • Buy me a coffee to keep me awake from long nights of writing: https://ko-fi.com/chainslock «CONTEST: Webnovel Spirity Spring Awards 2020»
Begin the task
Dayie held the sand dagger close to her loud-beating chest. Every beat was another step to take, and every step meant closer to the castle. She bit her lips; it wasn't that she was getting cold feet or anything, but she feels no different from before. Sure, she had the sand dagger now—but how can she use it? The gold threads that protected her as she awoken spontaneously appeared and they weren't under her command.
She bit her lips, trying to think of things other than the dagger. Right now she and the dungeon conqueror were stealthily ambling their way to the shadows, taking advantage of the fog. The foul smell of necromorphs faintly wafted to the air, as the remnants of their blood are scattered across the country. Dayie couldn't help but feel like she underestimated the organization.
What would have happened if they sold the sand dagger and only supplied themselves with weapons?