Chapter 32  

(Parentheses have been allowed in this scene for limited translation purposes.)Leandriel flew through the air on powerful wings. After some experimentation, he had found that the easiest way to carry Magic was to have the mushroom ride on his head, minimizing additional drag. Fortunately, Magic showed no inclination to fall from his nearly-vertical perch, peering interestedly down at the lethal distance separating them from the ground.The seemingly endless crevasse of The Rift came into view. Leandriel backwinged and began a careful descent into the darkness. The deeper he went, the more an ominous atmosphere encroached on his holy aura. Strange shadows seemed to flit across the walls and through the air, the feeling of being watched became oppressive, and cackling maniacal laughter rang out intermittently, only to abruptly morph into screaming. The developers had, of course, turned these ‘imagined’ dangers into very real and bloodthirsty monsters.Magic was somehow immune to the ambience. His aura of cute obliviousness seemed to make any feelings of trepidation seem ridiculous. As Leandriel’s feet touched ground, the mushroom hopped down to Leandriel’s shoulder, squeaking excitedly (“Are the monsters strong here? Do they drop good loot?”)Leandriel chuckled and patted Magic briefly before hurriedly drawing his sword. He did not understand the squeaked questions, but Magic was soon answered: every monster within sensing distance, insanely enraged by the presence of holy element, attacked.Leandriel waded through the horde, leaving grotesque corpses in his wake. The monsters in the entrance of The Rift were between level 80 and 90, well within his fighting capabilities, even in huge mobs.

<Leandriel has defeated the undead horror!>