Chapter 6: Damn Ancients and the first trial
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After searching for an entire day, Alex finally stumbled upon the entrance to the ancient dungeon.
The journey had not been entirely smooth, as he had encountered several weak monsters along the way—goblins, shadow wolves, and even a particularly aggressive tree that tried to strangle him.
Thankfully, he had managed to dispatch them with relative ease, though not without acquiring some minor cuts and bruises.
"I'm basically a moving target for nature at this point," Alex muttered as he wiped some sweat from his forehead.
The entrance to the dungeon was nestled between two massive rock formations, partially hidden by overgrown vines and moss.
At first glance, it seemed like nothing more than a cave, but as he moved closer, he noticed intricate inscriptions carved into the stone archway above it.
The letters pulsed with faint energy, a language foreign yet oddly familiar to him.
"Oh great, ancient mystical gibberish. Just what I needed." Alex sighed and stepped closer. To his surprise, the moment his eyes focused on the inscriptions, a flood of comprehension washed over him.
The words shifted, rearranging themselves in his mind until they became readable:
'Only the worthy may enter. Prove thy strength, will, and wisdom. Four trials await. Triumph, and the power of the ancients shall be yours. Fail... and be forgotten.'