Re:Crafting in Another World
Chapter 106: Exploration

Chapter 106: Exploration

The moonlight of the fake moon created by Lunamarite sprawled beneath the high platform in Moonlight Forest, its deep blue glow casting an ethereal sheen over the treetops. The platform, crafted by Shennong, hung impossibly high, cloaked by a darkness of the Lunamarite roof that made it appear as a star-dappled night sky to those below.

From this vantage point, Yenissa could see every inch of the moonlight forest. But tonight, Yenissa’s heart was heavy, her golden eyes glistening with unshed tears as she gazed out over the shimmering canopy.

"Yenissa, you’re sulking again," Rilith said, her voice teasing as she leaned against the platform’s railing. Her sharp succubus ears twitched with amusement. "It’s been one day since Shennong left for Sturgon’s capital. One. Day. You’re acting like he’s been gone a month!"

Velara, lounging on a cushioned bench nearby, chuckled softly. Her dark, feathered wings rustled as she shifted, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Seriously, Yenissa. You’re the guardian of this dungeon, the all-powerful overseer of Shennong’s creation. And here you are, pouting like a lovesick maiden."

Yenissa’s lips pressed into a thin line, her slightly dark hair shimmering as she turned her head sharply. Her death stare was a thing of legend—sharp enough to silence even the boldest of creatures. Rilith and Velara froze, their playful smirks vanishing. Rilith’s pointed ears drooped slightly, and Velara’s wings tucked in tighter against her back.

"Don’t," Yenissa said, her voice low and icy. "Not tonight. I am not Yenissa you can talk freely."

Rilith swallowed, glancing at Velara, who raised her hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, we’ll stop, Lady Yenissa" Velara said, her tone softer now. "Please forgive us for overstepping our boundaries."

The platform fell silent, the only sound the faint rustle of leaves far below and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures in the dungeon. Yenissa turned back to the forest, her hands gripping the railing. Shennong’s absence gnawed at her.

He was the only one who could satisfy her loneliness. It was eating her form inside how much she loved Shennong and wanted him by her side. She was depending him to the point of it becoming unhealthy for her, because she felt rather weak and sad when Shennong is not with her.

Rilith, unable to stay quiet for long, edged closer to the railing. "Lady Yenissa, look!" she said suddenly, her voice tinged with excitement. She pointed down at the forest’s entrance, where a flicker of movement caught the moonlight. "Do you see that?"

Yenissa’s gaze followed Rilith’s finger, and even Velara stood, her wings flaring slightly as she peered over the edge. Below, a large group of humans emerged from the dungeon’s entrance, their armor glinting under the deep blue light.

Their weapons were finely crafted, their movements disciplined. And at their head was a figure who stood out even from this distance: a man with slightly golden blonde hair that seemed to catch the center of attention in a way that made him glow.

"Whoa," Velara whispered, her golden eyes narrowing. "Those aren’t the usual idiots. These guys look... strong."

"Ugh! Don’t call them idiots...previous humans were strong too." Rilith wanted to remind Velara about the previous groups of humans and humble her.

Yenissa’s sadness ebbed, replaced by a spark of interest. She leaned forward, her sharp eyes tracking the group’s leader. The man paused at the entrance, his head tilting upward. For a moment, it seemed as though his gaze locked directly onto the platform—directly onto them.

Rilith gasped, stepping back. "Did he just... see us? That’s impossible, right? The platform—"

"He didn’t see us," Yenissa said quickly, her voice calm but firm. "It’s our vision he sensed. The magic we use to watch the forest. He’s perceptive. Dangerous."

Velara’s wings twitched nervously. "Dangerous? No way! If Lady Yenissa says he is dangerous then..."

Below, the golden-haired man—Sir Juno, as his companions called him—stood still, his eyes narrowed as he stared upward. His second-in-command Sir Cedric, approached him. "Sir Juno, is everything alright?" Cedric’s voice was gruff, carrying faintly to the platform through Yenissa’s enhanced hearing.

Beside Cedric stood Sir Maron, the commander of Percival Barony, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "Is there anything up there, Sir Juno," Maron said, his tone light but wary.

Juno’s lips curved into a faint smile. "I’m fine. Just... a feeling. Let’s proceed."

Yenissa watched as the battalion moved deeper into the forest, their formation tight and disciplined. She turned to Rilith, her expression hardening. "Send a message to the orcs. Tell them to avoid drawing attention from this group. Especially Ka’ra."

Rilith blinked, her ears perking up. "Ka’ra? Why specifically her?"

Yenissa’s gaze flicked back to the golden-haired human, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "Because Shennong would want her alive. He... he’d want to have sex with her." Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked away, hoping the deep blue light hid her anger and jealousy.

Velara snorted, folding her arms. "This is unfair— why does an orc get to have sex with him but not us"

"Don’t say it," Yenissa snapped, her death stare returning. Velara clamped her mouth shut, though her eyes sparkled with amusement.

Rilith, ever the instigator, grinned. "Oh, come on, Velara. This is a clear sign for us to have sex with him. Lady Yenissa don’t want to admit it straight away."

"Enough!" Yenissa’s voice cracked like a whip, and both Rilith and Velara flinched. "Send the message, Rilith. Now."

***

Sir Cedric led his squad of fifty knights through the winding stone corridors, their torches casting flickering shadows on the strange blue moss-covered walls.

The dungeon was a forest of twisting tunnels, jagged caves, and hidden areas, rumored to hold the secrets of its origin—and the elusive dungeon core. At least that’s what Cedric thought this forest was. None of them could imagine this was a man made dungeon which is something impossible.

Cedric’s mind, however, was not entirely on the mission. His thoughts drifted to Sir Juno’s squad, particularly to Sir Maron. There was something off about that knight, a glint in his eye that Cedric couldn’t quite trust,as if he was hiding somethign. Did Sir Juno notice it too? he wondered, his hand tightening on the hilt of his sword.

"Stay sharp, men," Cedric called, his voice low but firm. "We’re deep in uncharted territory. The Sturgon expect us to map this place and uncover its secrets. No mistakes."

"Aye, Sir Cedric!" the knights responded in unison, their boots clanking against the stone floor. They moved in a disciplined formation, shields raised, swords at the ready. These were trained warriors, veterans of countless battles, yet the eerie silence of the dungeon set their nerves on edge.

Suddenly, Cedric froze. A faint sound echoed through the tunnel—rapid, scuffling footsteps, circling them. His eyes narrowed, scanning the darkness beyond the torchlight. "Weapons out! Formation!" he barked.

The knights snapped into a defensive circle, shields interlocking, swords gleaming in the dim light. The footsteps grew louder, accompanied by low growls and a chilling howl that sent shivers down even the bravest knight’s spine. Cedric’s heart pounded, but his voice remained steady. "Wolves," he said, recognizing the sounds. "The tales were true—creatures in this forest are stronger than anything we’ve faced. Let’s see if they live up to the legend."

"Sir, how many?" A burly knight at Cedric’s side, whispered, his grip tightening on his shield.

"Hard to say," Cedric replied, his eyes darting to the shadows. "Stay ready. They’re close."

The knights stood in tense silence, the only sounds their heavy breathing and the distant drip of water. The footsteps circled faster, closer, a relentless rhythm that made the air feel suffocating. One knight, Sir Tobin, swallowed hard, his shield trembling slightly. "They’re toying with us," he muttered.

"Hold your nerve, Tobin," Cedric snapped. "We’re knights of the Sturgon. We don’t fear our enemies."

But the words had barely left his mouth when time seemed to slow. A shadow lunged from the darkness—a wolf, but unlike any they’d ever seen. It was massive, its fur a deep, unnatural blue that shimmered in the torchlight. Its teeth gleamed like daggers, and its claws were long and razor-sharp. With terrifying speed, it leaped at Sir Tobin, crashing into his shield with such force that the metal crumpled like paper. Tobin stumbled back, gasping, as the wolf landed with a snarl, its eyes glowing with predatory malice.

"Attack!" Cedric roared, drawing his sword in a flash of steel.

As if on cue, more wolves burst from the shadows, their blue-hued forms a blur as they attacked from all sides. The knights swung their swords, but the wolves were unnaturally agile, dodging and weaving with eerie precision. One knight screamed as a wolf’s claws raked across his armor, leaving deep gashes. Cedric slashed at the nearest beast, his blade grazing its flank, but the creature barely flinched, its deep blue fur seeming to absorb the blow.

"Hold the line!" Cedric shouted, parrying a snapping jaw. "Don’t leave your comrades vulnerable to attack! Don’t break our formation!!"

"Sir, they’re too fast!" Another knight yelled, fending off two wolves at once. "What are these things?"

"Don’t think about unwanted things. Kill the enemy in front of you!" Cedric growled, his mind racing. "The core’s power must be enhancing them. Keep fighting!"

The knights battled with desperate ferocity, their formation straining under the relentless assault. The wolves’ howls echoed through the tunnel, a haunting chorus that drowned out the clash of steel.

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