2815 Palace of Wonder
Buzz!
The runic circle in front of him buzzed and lit brightly, and soon, the bright light began to shrink till it became the size of my finger before it disappeared, leaving a piece of golden marble behind.
Click!
“The last piece,” I said and took the golden piece of marble in my hand and took out a nearly finished circle. I did not wait and place; the piece I had got into an empty place, which made a clicking sound, finishing the circle.
I looked at the complete circle in my hand, and with ecstasy, I am happy, so happy that I am literally shaking.
The moment I entered this place, I have been working on getting it, from trying to excel at every challenge to solving every extra challenge at distinction to get a piece, and now I have finally got and could go to the place where I wanted to since the moment, this thing had revealed itself.
I stared at it for a few seconds before walking toward the blue stone door and putting the circular disk in the opening.
As I put the disc into the opening, the color of the door turned golden from blue, though it remained stony.
Click!
Seeing everything was all right, I pushed open the door, and it went smoothly with a click, and I stepped inside, appearing on the other side a moment later.
In front of me was a golden key floating which I had quickly taken in my hands before looking around at an amazingly huge palace, which seemed to be completely made of the world’s most precious marble.
The palace is a work of art; every corner, every column, and every mural looked like a work of art made by the Grandmaster.
There is seemed to be immortality in everything; no, that would not be quite right. There seemed to be agelessness in every part of the building; I have gotten this feeling very few times in all grand buildings in the runes and reals I have explored.
“The palace of wonder,” I muttered and turned to the huge black stele at my left, which was so big that even Grimm would feel small in front of me.
The stele had rules written down on it; I read each and every one of them and found them similar to those written in the account.
There is a map of this palace which I quickly copied, with the information of all one and hundred and twelve halls present in it, with three colors.
The irony, silver and golden; one needs the color of the keys to open them, with golden keys being the highest level and iron keys being the lowest; a golden key could open iron doors, but iron keys could not open the golden doors.
The golden keys not only give me access to open any door I like, but I could open three iron doors, two silver doors, and one golden door.
After I finished reading the stele, I took a step forward into the huge palace; it is big, made for beings that are even taller than the Grimms.
I moved through the palace with quick steps, and soon within three minutes, I came across the first door. It is an iron door that is nearly fifteen meters tall and has designs of weapons, some of which I have never seen.
“Hall of Weapons” reads in bold letters, and I really wanted to go inside; over the years, many people had come here and gone inside this door, obtaining great benefits. Unfortunately, I can’t go inside; using the key on this door will make it silver, which then couldn’t be used on the door; I want to enter.
The door which I am planning to go to is the golden door; I could not use my key here, or I won’t be able to use the key on that door.
While entering this door will provide me with great a benefit, they would not be as great as the one which I want to enter; the benefits of that door are unimaginable for me, and the only person who had entered before had left quite detailed records to it.
A few minutes later, I passed by another door and then another; all of them were iron and so enticing that I had nearly stopped in front of each door.
Ten minutes passed by, and I had passed through a couple of pathways when I suddenly stopped, and it was not a door than stopped me but the Grimm.
“Zaar,” said the Grimm and looked at my golden key with a look of jealousy, “Hasg,” I said back to Bearman and the huge silver key in its neck; this old Bearman is a quasi-Grand Lord and quite a terror, a survivor of many wars, and scars of its body are proof of that.
“I hope you will never get the benefits you have come here for,” said Hasg, like it was wishing me a good luck.
“Keep dreaming that Hasg, and unlike you, I truly hope you receive great benefits because I want you to be somewhat of a challenge when we clash,” I said with a toothy smile that blazed its killing intent toward me.
I did not give it much time and moved; it did not stop me. Though it is clear, it wishes it could be the way it is looking at me.
It wasn’t long before I came across another Grimms, and this one made me look at it carefully. Not because of the golden key it had but because it is Grandmaster, which is a relatively young age; I don’t think, it is older than fifty.
At it saw me, I saw it shudder and take a step back in fear before it stopped itself and controlled the emotions.
“I didn’t think I would come across a fellow scholar in here,” I said to unfamiliar Ratman with a scholarly vibe. “I also don’t think I would meet you here, Grandmaster Zaar,” said a Ratman, as it controlled the fear and killing intent.
“It is really frustrating that we are not allowed to kill others; right now, I want nothing more than hacking you into pieces,” I said as I appeared in front of the Ratman.
“You are very confident of your abilities, Zaar,” it said, hiding the deep fear behind its eyes. “I am, so you should pray to whatever god you have to not come across me because I love nothing more than hunting fellow scholars,” I said with a killing smile, that Grimm’s sport.
I did not wait for its answer and disappeared from my spot.
I had the Ratmans face memorized, and as I had said, the moment I saw it, I would kill it. I will give the priority to killing it than any High-Grandmaster of the Grimms as these bastards could bring far more damage than any High-Grandmaster would.
No one better than me understands what these people are capable of, as I am one of them.
A few more minutes passed before; finally, I came across a human, the one I am quite familiar with as she is part of my team, and I was quite surprised that she had survived the place for so long.