Pov - Umbra

“So, how are we going to wake the little kitty up.” the swordsman says, still peeved about wasting a Lumen Stone.

For a second, the party left that question hanging in the air. Then almost as if it was on a signal both the Swordsman and the Tank lady snap their eyes together, while a frightening smile starts to appear on their faces.

Simultaneously, the Swordsman and the Tank say with a jovial tone, “Mind magic, Mind magic!” They give a little dance together after each loop of their little chant.

The Spellcaster lets out a light chuckle at the antics of the Swordsman and Tank. “Fine, Fine, just quiet down, you don’t want monsters to come and ruin our fun, do you.” The spellcaster says as if she were talking to children.

They all paused for a moment, to let out a good laugh, probably at some sort of inside joke that I can’t even begin to understand. Even though I am trying to comprehend their antics, the world does not pause for me as the Spellcaster walks up to the Rogue and then lays a hand on their forehead.

Then with a large leap off the ground that seems almost impossible to replicate, the Rouge stands up, looking around warily. The Swordsman then approaches closer to the Rouge and says out loud, “You owe me ten gold.” then walks away, the Rouge looking at his back with a bewildered expression plastered over his face.

The Priestess just like me is completely confused at the antics of the party. Probably also thinking, how did the stern and slightly depressed swordsman change into a kid wielding a sword in the span of a couple of minutes. She with the Rogue begins to start staring at the Swordsman's back, face also plastered with bewilderment.

I quickly climb my way out of shock and back to focus, I have had a lot of practice when it comes to this. Even though I did it faster than the Priestess who still is currently in shock, the party is making their escape dragging the poor girl. Wait don’t focus on that, they're heading straight for the mine, are they finally going to take on the real challenges. I can’t wait, time to get the popcorn… Fuck I can’t eat, how am I supposed to enjoy a good film!

Wait, now that I am thinking about it, why did the Swordsman take so long to finally head in the direction of the mine? Does he have a mapping type skill? Yes, that is what it must be, why else would they be the first team allowed to explore my Demi-plane. Though, with their goal being to complete the Demi-plane, I don’t think they are going to last long, cause no matter what I can’t see Fus going down to this party.

How is Fus doing, I haven’t checked on him for a long time. With that thought being completed and how the adventurers are just walking towards the mine, I bring my consciousness down to the fortress.

I stared slack jaw at what I discovered. The Drakekin have built up the fortress to be bigger and better than what I could even imagine. Not only that, they are clearing out the surrounding rocks to increase the size of the cavern. They now have blacksmiths, archers, warlocks, and a fucking priest.

Wait pause, go back to the last thing. How the hell are they expanding the Demi-plane by just mining out the walls. Are they hurting my floating bubble? If they are, I let my beast upon thee, by beast I mean Akasha. How do I check if they are hurting it? I yell in my mind, panicking at the point after the humor fades.

Wait, I remember somehow connecting with it, but how did I do that. I try to scrounge up any little piece of information I have on the subject, but nothing comes out of my hard work. You know what, fuck it, I will myself to communicate with the Demi-plane. To my udder shock, it worked, as I get some light signals of happiness from the plane.

Once our connection stabilized, I panically send thoughts of ‘are you hurt’ and so on. I then wait a moment as I get images from the Demi-plane. This is most likely because the Demi-plane is incapable of sending words, for the time being, maybe if they get older it will be able to send words. But what those images share with me allows me to let go of the panic gripping my metaphorical heart. Basically what the plane sent me was, “ok, I naturally expand, thanks to strong people living in me. I told ok to expand” I try to calm myself from off the high of panicking.

As I sit down in another metaphorical chair, Man, I am stacking chairs today. In my chair, I let out breaths as I calm down, letting the images of the Demi-plane wash over me as it sends me image after image like the Demi-plane was a child, which if you count its age it probably is.

I let the child-like Demi-plane send me a few more images before I say that I have to go. Though, it reluctantly nods in acknowledgment for me to leave. Once I was out of the Demi-plane constantly sending me images, I came up with some thoughts of my own, most prominently why did I panic so much and why were my emotions so out of control? Man, I am like a roller coaster with how my emotions are fluctuating. Though, I suppressed all those thoughts for a moment as I truly bask in what Fus has done for his Battalion of guards. I wonder what Fus’s stats look like now, with a thought that brought Fus’s status sheet to my vision.

Name: Fus

Level: 42

Race: Dragonkin

B

Hp: 5000/5000

Mana: 500/500

Hp Regan:

500 Per hour

Mana Regan:

28 per hour

Class: Sword Master

Title: “Plane guardian”

Stats

Skills

Strength: 105

Dexterity: 130

Constitution: 150

Wisdom: 80

Intelligence: 80

Charisma: 95

Dragon scale Lv.8

Dragon Breath(Stone) Lv.8

Sword Master Lv.3

Leadership Lv.23

Magic Blade Lv.7

He really only leveled up twice? I am disappointed with myself, I should have created greater threats for him to fight. Now that I am looking deeper into his status sheet, He really worked on his skills. I do a mental nod, I have just confirmed it, there is no way the adventurer's team can beat Fus.

I wonder if I should make monsters now and again for the fortress to fight and train. Maybe, if they become a high enough level, they can take out the abyssal creature. Yes, that is what I will do, because well… I’m bored.

Well, I guess I should actually look around the fortress instead of the quick glance I took earlier. So that is what I ended up doing for who knows how long. I wouldn't, mostly because my sense of time has been destroyed ever since I became a dungeon.

That was an interesting look though, though I don’t know how I feel being treated as a god by the Drakekin. This only brings up the question, how did a Priest of me even become a thing, and how did they even gain power from it? Oh, and they are actually using the resources they mine in the mines. I can’t say that I had a plan for the resources when I originally created it, but everything seems to have worked out in the end.

Well, I guess the adventurers have already made it to a good spot in the mines, actually, I don’t know how long I have spent away from them. Well, no time to ponder, off to the adventurers. Wait how do I know where they are, when I don’t know where they are, hmm… You know what, I don’t care, and I’m off.

Let’s see what are they doing, they just entered the Drakekin area. No, wait a minute, why are they walking past the sign it's there for a reason. You know what, I have done all I can do, it's their choice to die. I wonder why they wandered past the sign with only a glance. Fuck, it's in English instead of Common, rookie mistake. With a thought, I fixed it, well it looks like the beta testers are going to face the error. My money is on the error, though.