Chapter 41 : Dive to the Heart

Interestingly, Emma proved buoyant enough to swim with minimal exertion despite her status as a suit of armor; far better than she had in life as a matter of fact, now that the water no longer stung her eyes closed. Following the path laid before her, Emma descended sharply into the depths, finding it almost as bright as the surface; the contribution of massive anglerfish that swam all around, the glowing lures upon their heads providing her with some much needed illumination. There was only one direction to go, down, down and further down; accompanied by a procession of fish who occasionally bumped into her, more curious than hostile. The further she descended, the greater the pressure Emma could feel forming around her. By the two minute mark, Emma could notice some minor discomfort. By five minutes, spasms of pain lanced through her; none truly debilitating or even distracting to the Revenant but notable all the same. Ten minutes in, cracks began to form upon the surface of her armor as the descent continued, yet all throughout there was a surprising lack of notifications for Anima loss. [Your condition makes you ideal for the current trial. A living man would need to breathe, and their fleshy body would have long since collapsed under the pressure of the deep. An Undead, on the other hand has no need for air, and your hollow form allows intake of water to fill your insides, mitigating the crushing pressure much like these deep sea fish swimming alongside you. For the average apprentice, this would be a grueling struggle for survival, requiring them to sustain a shield spell for protection and conjure a constant supply of oxygen. All this, whilst making their way through unforgiving terrain for almost an hour, keeping in mind most apprentices are hardly paragons of physicality. For you, on the other hand, this is more of a jolly than a true test.] Well I'm certainly not complaining, Emma thought, once again vindicated in her decision to live in death, much like a certain terrorist from Command & Conquer. Indeed, the swim was almost relaxing, putting aside the stabs of pain from what she now knew to be an immense amount of water filling her up. Emma let her mind drift, following the fish on autopilot as ten minutes became thirty, then an hour then two, until finally her path took on an upward incline, then a sheer climb. As her head breached the water, a disappointed sigh could be heard faintly in the distance. [Floor 3 completed! 100 EXP gained.] "Well that was boring," The Overseer complained to nobody in particular. "I would have selected something a bit more challenging, were I allowed to, but all trials are randomly selected to avoid issues with corruption. You got a very lucky draw just now from the pool of choices, no pun intended." "I don't even have a Luck stat either," Emma laughed. "Do I?" [You don't. Active fate manipulation is a difficult art, and quite frankly invites more trouble than it's worth. Take good fortune where you find it, but otherwise there's no need to dwell upon it. That way lies conspiracy theories.] "We're dead if we lose you, so stay in the back," The guard instructed, clipping his radio back onto his belt and unslinging his own rifle. "Target the big ones; they're the most resistant to our bullets." "Got it." — "Been a while since the last one of those," Emma remarked, as her eyes adjusted and she found herself in a large, circular arena. Unlike the Colosseum created by her brother however, there were no gaudy gestures to human history in the makeup of the arena. Pure white walls devoid of decoration surrounded them, the roof following suit in a total lack of personality; no cheering crowds here, only pure practicality. "Oh good, looks like I'll get an actual fight on this floor. All that swimming didn't give me much experience, considering the amount of time invested." [Fourth floor reached. Begin mid-boss encounter?] "Do it." Emma ordered at once, smiling as the blank serenity of the stage was shattered from below. A viscous black mass surged from the ground, forming the barest outline of what might resemble a human being, if they were made of clay and bathed in the blood of giants. Towering over Emma, whose head only reached its knee, dagger-like fingers clenched, eager to throttle. Most notable of all was its head; a bulbous thing with eyes in every which way, eight in total arrayed equidistant, unblinking and glowing a dull red as they stared vacantly into the distance. [Earthbound Immortal - Level 13]