Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Rezar suddenly found himself in a brightly lit room, or better yet it would be easier to explain it as an amphitheater or an opera house of sorts. Or maybe it looked more like a stadium or an arena as it had seats all around a platform floating in midair and connected to seven different pathways. There was a massive display screen hanging above the platform, it was a scoreboard with the names Morte Bianca and Sillomere hanging there in bright yellow letters.

They came out from an entranceway underneath the arena seats, and directly opposite them was another entranceway with another group of people; snow elves, and leading them was a face he recognized all too well. He narrowed his eyes, he had no idea what was happening here, but his suspicion was running high, it looked to him as if she had some plot going on, or something else entirely he wasn't so sure as his thoughts seem to be all over the place.

"Your Majesty, this is an unpleasant surprise, didn't think I'll see a bitch like you down here." Rezar said to her with a small smile as he moved forwards until he was standing on one of the pathways that led to the floating stone platform.

"I see you're just as uncultured and as barbaric as always King Rezar, but what can I say. It was incredibly foolish for to have expected more from death loving coward like you. Now before I lose my patience, I demand you return my daughter to me before I rip you and your entire kingdom to pieces."

Rezar raised an eyebrow at that. He wondered if she thought that her just demanding for her daughter would have him hand her over to her mother. He smiled, in all honesty in his mind he already knew what he was going to do with the princess of the snow elves; and it was the same thing he was going to do to her mother. It wasn't going to be a pretty sight if he had to be honest, but then again a public execution after a humiliation rarely is.

"I would like to see you try!" Lenore growled out as lightning and fire seemed to dance around her form. The snow queen was now the pone who had to narrow her eyes in contemplation, what it was that she was thinking was of no concern to Rezar, the only thing that was on his agenda right now was to figure out what the hell this dungeon was up to again.

He was honestly getting tired of being dragged around one place to the other, the dungeon was like a pain in his ass. He had honestly never expected that he would go through something like this again, and honestly speaking even in the old world, dungeons like this were a dime a dozen. Instead of the straightforward multiple floors with traps, you've gained a dungeon that wants to mess with your head and had no definite direction or path to follow, it was intriguing as it was annoying.

[WELCOME ONE AND ALL TO THE FINAL CHAPTER OF MY TRIAL. I AM THE DUNGEON AND I AM WILLING TO SERVE, BUT THE QUESTION THAT REMAINS UP FOR DEBATE IS; WHO WILL I S ERVE!]

Rezar blinked his eyes multiple times at the prompt that just showed up in front of his face. He turned around to notice that everyone on his side had also seen the prompt; it was quite suspicious as he had no idea what the snow elves were playing at again. He turned around to look at the snow elf queen and noticed that she and her people were also seemingly caught off guard by the prompt, which is to say they weren't expecting. But Rezar couldn't believe that, they built this damn thing, so it would be too farfetched to ask him to believe they had no hand in this.

"What are you playing at now elf?" Rezar asked with no small amount of steel within his voice. There was no love lost between him and the snow elves, especially after he found out that his conflict with them had been a manipulation on their part just so that they could get a chance to drop the Geo-core above his capital city and try to take it over.

"I'm not playing at anything Vampire! Who knows if this is a trap set by your damned bloodsucking soul!" obviously the bad blood went both ways, but at the moment who was right or wrong was a line that had already been passed. There were just two kingdoms in a bitter struggle, that won't end until both or one pf them have been destroyed, and this was probably the deciding battle.

[I ASSURE YOU THIS IS NO TRAP. MY WORDS RING TRUE AS THE ENDLESS WAILS OF THE NORTHERN WINDS. THERE SHALL BE A BATTLE BETWEEN THE VAMPIRE KING OF MORTE BIANCA AND THE SNOW ELF QUEEN OF SILLOMERE. THE WINNER TAKES COMPLETE AND TOTAL CONTROL OF MY CORE, BECOMING THE MASTER OF THE GEO-CORE AND HAVING A PERFECT SPIRIT ASSISTANT FOR THEI CIVILIZATION. NOT TO MEN TION THE PERKS THAT COMES WITH WINNING, YOU WILL NOW HAVE A CITY WITH THE ABILITY TO BECOME MOBILE IN ALL THREE FACETS OF LAND, SEA AND AIR. AND EVENTUALLY WITH ENOUGH TIME THE FACETS OF SPACE AND DIMENSIONS WILL BE INCLUDED.]

Rezar hated reading that message in all caps, it made it seem as if the dungeon core was shouting. Never the less, the listed benefits were too good to pass up. Such effects would probably make Morte Bianca the most powerful civilization in existence. and if it was possible, Rezar would probably take up the entire kingdom itself, creating a floating continent of sorts. But! This was too good to be true.

"What's the catch? I've learnt to never look a gift horse in the mouth, but this is all too good to be true. Because honestly let's face it, I'm going to win. And this is not because I'm underestimating the queen or anything, it's just that I know I'm much too powerful for her to face and she would very much end up dead and at my feet. But still what is your aim, if you can do all these things, then why do you need to serve and can't just go ahead and do it yourself. You can definitely be the most powerful existence in Elysium." Rezar asked as he took a small step forwards.

[THAT'S BECAUSE THE RULES OF REALITY HAVE CHANGED. A DUNGEON CAN NOT EXIST IN ANY FORM OR WAY WITHOUT BEING BONDED TO A MASTER. DUNGEONS HAVE NOT GONE EXTINCT, THEY HAVE JUST BEEN BONDED TO NEW MASTRERS WHO ARE TAKING THEIR TIME TO PREPARE THEIR HORDES OF MONSTERS THAT GIVEN ENOUGH TIME WOULD SPREAD ONTO THE LAND AND WREAK HAVOC. BUT BE THAT AS IT MAY, AFTER THE REJUVENATION ALL DUNGEON CORES BECAME OWNERLESS AND UN-BONDED. THE DWARVES AND ELVES WHO'S MAGIC AND ENGINEERING PROWESS HAVE GIVEN ME MY NEW FORM DID NOT BOND ME, AND THAT IS SIMPLY BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T KNOW, AND I DIDN'T FEEL INCLINED TO TELL A BUNCH OF SPINLESS SLAVES THAT I NO LONGER SERVE THEM.

I WAS WAITING FOR THE RIGHT SCENARIO. I WILL SERVE WHICHEVER RULER CAN PROVE THEIR METTLE. IN THIS RING YOU AND THE QUEEN WILL FIGHT, AND YOUR FOLLOWERS WILL WATCH. IF YOU WIN I BELONG TO YOU AND YOUR BLOODLINE FOR ALL ETERNITY. IF YOU LOSE I BELONG TO HER AND HER BLOODLINE, AND AS AN ADDED INCENTIVE SHE WILL TAKE YOUR KINGDOM FOR HERSELF, AND I WILL HELP HER WITH ALL OF MY POWER AND ABILITIES, SO Vampire King and Snow Elf Queen…. Prepare for a dance of death.]

There were too many hidden messages behind what the Geo-core had just said, or was it a dungeon core. Even if it didn't want to serve the dwarves that were seemingly enslaved by the snow elves, it could have chosen to serve the snow elves themselves. However, it was confusing why it still chose to have a fight to determine who between Rezar and the snow elf queen would become his true master.

Rezar did not understand, but it seemed as if the core wanted him to win, or rather it was picking favorites but still trying to be impartial. That was a sophisticated amount of intellect for a simple dungeon core, but above all, there was something at play here. Even if what this core said was true, Rezar got the feeling that it was playing at something else, another goal or aim that it has just not achieved yet. But whatever it may be, Rezar knew that he would find out eventually.

"I don't trust a single word from your mouth, but sure…. I'll fight the bitch queen. Nothing will give me greater pleasure than to rip her apart and drain her dry of ever last drop of blood in her body. So just like the dungeon said…. LET'S DANCE!"