Dungeon ni Deai o Motomeru no wa Machigatte Iru Darou ka Gaiden – Sword Oratoria - Volume 4 - Chapter 2.3

 
Tiona continued her assault on the wyverns amid the barrage of valgang dragon fire from down below. 
The walls, the floors, the very neck of the Dragon’s Urn itself grew increasingly more damaged with each of the mighty fireballs, and the actors in the airborne skirmish—both the adventurers and their twenty monster enemies—were dyed a deep red as the flurry of attacks continued. 
“Gah! One of those beasties is fast! Nngh!” 
“Shit, it’s not one of those enhanced species, is it?” 
Jumping from wall to wall, Tiona and the others waged a splendid fight worthy of their Statuses, but even they had their limits. They couldn’t fly, after all. 
The wyverns, boasting a pair of wings as forelimbs, were incredibly fast, but there was one that was especially swift, even among its own kind, and it was currently waging war on Tiona and Bete. As they attempted to block the claws and teeth that accompanied each of its lunges, the wyvern would simply switch to its tail, knocking their weapons out of the way and barraging them with bullets of fire. As the protective Veil Breath surrounding them visibly withered, they found themselves hacking away at the air more often than not as cuts started to litter their bodies. 
An enhanced species was a creature that had attacked a great many other monsters and stolen their magic stones, and this king of the skies—fiercer, more powerful than its fellow wyvern brethren—had its flightless adventurer prey in its bloodshot eyes, intent on ripping them to pieces. 
The rest of the bluish-purple-scaled dragons doubled back for another counterattack. 
“Tione! Toss me!” Lefiya called out, noticing the dragons congregating around Bete and Tiona below her. 
“!” 
Tione responded by grabbing her hand and flinging the newly fearless girl in the direction of the wall. 
Generously bending her knees, Lefiya mimicked what she’d seen from the first-tiers and somehow managed a successful landing before running down along the wall’s surface. 
“Unleashed pillar of light, limbs of the holy tree. You are the master archer,” she began, weaving her spell as she fought against the pummeling pressure of the wind. Her eyebrows bristled. 
She couldn’t only be protected. She didn’t want that. 
She had to save them. Her magic had to save them! 
Calling upon the unshakable tree inside her, she chanted concurrently as her feet pounded against the wall. 
“Loose your arrows, fairy archers. Pierce, arrow of accuracy.” 
The wyverns noticed her chant and aimed their stones of flame in her direction. She kicked off from the wall, narrowly avoiding the rain of fire while doing everything possible to keep from releasing her net of magic. 
She raced, voice ringing loud and sonorous as she thought back to her training with Aiz and Filvis. 
Tiona and Tione were flabbergasted at the sight of the magic user moving and dodging, never breaking her chant. Even Bete was in shock, his lips curling upward in a laugh. 
She could do it! 
She could do it! 
She wasn’t afraid!! 
Her heart trembling, she pointed her staff, and a magic circle lit up with a glimmer. 
“Arcs Ray!!” 
The maximum-power arrow of light blasted out in a brilliant flash. 
The enormous, needlelike flash of magic careened straight down toward the flock of dragons. 
But she had only one target in sight. 
The bloodshot eyes of the enhanced wyvern widened as the light arrow veered toward it. 
Beating its massive wings, it attempted to escape the incoming bolt. 
“—TUUUUUUUUURN!!” the magic user roared, causing the arrow’s trajectory to warp. 
What was once a straight path became curved, the auto-follow properties of the projectile spell sending it chasing after the dumbfounded dragon. 
It evolved into a sort of dogfight, a high-speed midair skirmish. The arrow of light nibbled and gnawed at the great wyvern king, taking out the wings of any other dragons that got caught in its path. 
Finally, it connected. 
“Guuuuuwwwwwwooooooooaaaaaagh!” 
With a dazzling glare and an agonizing scream, the wyvern king turned to ash, its magic stone destroyed. 
Ash rained down the neck of the Dragon’s Urn to the base below. Tiona gave Lefiya a fist pump of victory, and Bete threw her a momentary smile before the two of them returned to their attack on the remaining wyverns. 
Her body instilled with a fiery passion, Lefiya moved immediately to her next chant herself. 
“Don’t think we’re gonna let you outshine us!” Tione licked her lips with a smile at the young magic user. She ran along the wall as she once more let loose with her throwing knives. One of her blades impaled the eye of a wyvern, sending it careening to the ground with a scream of anguish as she flourished the halberd in her other hand. 
She’d already been having a hard time smothering the fire in her belly at witnessing that boy’s adventure up on the ninth floor. This new predicament was only throwing kindling on the fire, and she liked it. 
“? Guuwoohh!!” 
One of the wyverns blew flames in her direction as she propelled herself from the wall and tumbled through the air before zipping toward the beast like a speeding bullet. Halberd whirling wildly, she deflected every flaming hailstone in the incoming storm. 
“This is pretty convenient!” she said with a smile. The Durandal weapon dispersed the approaching fireballs before she continued with a downward strike. 
The stupefied wyvern’s skull exploded upon impact, spraying spinal fluid everywhere. Tione used its carcass as a stepping-stone to propel herself farther, using the long reach of her halberd to take out all the nearby enemies with a single strike. 
“Though lacking a little on the power side of things,” she added as the blade of the halberd got stuck in the body of a wyvern halfway through its swing, eliciting a distressed moan from the unfortunate beast. 
Using the pole arm to pull the wyvern toward her, she snatched a Kukri knife from her side with her other hand before driving it into the beast’s long neck, relieving it of its head. 
“WUUUUAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGHHHHH!!” 
“I thought you were dealing with those fireballs, Tiona!” she yelled in exasperation as a valgang dragon on the fifty-eighth floor roared, sending up another flare. 
“There’s only one of me, y’know?” Tiona shot back, her body singed as she went from one fireball to the next, offsetting each one. 
Tione simply stuck out her tongue as she gave another swipe of her halberd. 
Tione Hyrute—the Jormungand. 
A first-tier adventurer who was feared by even the gods themselves and who got stronger the angrier she became. 
Ignoring the look of disbelief from Lefiya, she charged the incoming fireball head-on. 
“You’re really starting to get on my nerrrrrrrrrrrves!!” she screamed. The incensed Amazon smashed the red-hot ball of flame to pieces with her Durandal weapon. 
“—I’m gonna kick yer heads in, ya big red bastards!” Bete continued his own attack against the wyverns as the explosion lit up the sky over his head. His eyes were focused on the very bottom of the long vertical tunnel. 
He could make out four valgang dragons some two hundred meders below him on the fifty-eighth floor. 
Returning his twin swords to his sides, he prepared for his arrival at the base of the Dragon’s Urn. 
“Hey! Do somethin’ about those fireballs, would ya? Even just one of ’em!” he shouted at Tiona, who was currently falling alongside him. 
“You ask as if it doesn’t hurt like hell when those things hit you!” she screamed back in annoyance, sword flying. Already having taken out a good number of the massive flares, her body and armor both were looking considerably charred. Her tanned skin was practically cooked in some places, smoke rising in tiny wisps from her countless burns. 
“Aw, shut up an’ just do it!” Bete barked indifferently. “Here we go!” 
“You’ll pay for thiiiiiiiiis!” 
Two pairs of eyes met four as they set the dragons in their sights. Bete pulled one of his magic daggers from his leg holster. 
The amber blade atop a golden hilt crackled with an electrical spark as he attached it to his right Frosvirt. The topaz embedded in his long boot absorbed the electrical shock, and the magic dagger crumbled in his hand. 
Almost instantaneously, a sheath of lightning crackled to life around the silvery white boot. 
“WUUUUAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGHHHHH!!” 
Four fireballs came at him at once. 
The four valgang dragons, their necks craned straight upward, shot off simultaneous blasts of pure flame. 
The gaps between them were infinitesimal. Kicking off one of the stone sheets, Bete dodged the first one, and as the second one threatened to swallow him whole, Tiona smashed it away with an upward swing of her sword. 
“Aaaalley-oop!!” 
The explosion was massive. Using the Amazon’s assistance, Bete landed back on the wall. 
Then he bolted forward in a burst of speed. 
He aimed for those tiny, tiny gaps, gauntlets singeing as he broke through the incoming wall of fire. The surge of electricity crackling from his Superiors seared the startled eyes of the valgang dragons. 
But he didn’t stop. 
Drawing a path of light behind him, he sped along the wall and came at the dragons like a supercharged bolt of lightning. 
He covered the distance in an instant—the whole of that great, gaping hole that spanned the entire way to the fifty-eighth floor, the Dragon’s Urn. 
With an enormous spurt of energy, he launched himself. 
Setting his sights on one of the mighty red dragons directly below him, he practically morphed into a flash of lightning and drove his Frosvirt into the beast’s body. 
“Die.” 
It exploded. 
The heel of his Frosvirt dug into the valgang dragon’s face as the resulting flash lit the tunnel on fire. 
It was massive. The attack power of the magic dagger together with his Frosvirt combined to form an electric kick that instantly disintegrated the dragon’s head. Its body fell with a slow slump. 
Like a crumbling tower, the dragon’s monstrous ten-meder frame sank toward the ground and caused the walls, the floor, and the ceiling to shake with a thunderous roar. 
Bete landed just off to the side, his gaze turning upward as the other dragons howled in confusion. 
“I’m back, you bastards…” 
The fifty-eighth floor. The deep levels. 
Similar to the forty-ninth floor—the Moitra wastelands—it was one big, wide-open space. No labyrinthine tunnel. No maze. Nothing to block their view. The graphite-colored walls and ceilings came together to form one massive rectangular room. 
This fifty-eighth floor was the deepest floor Loki Familia had ever reached. 
The last time they’d been down here, they’d been completely depleted of stamina and items (equipment included), and had had to abort their raid. 
Faced now with the overwhelming sight of the valgang dragons looming high overhead, coupled with the other innumerable monsters littering the fifty-eighth floor, the lone werewolf simply let out a sadistic laugh. 
“Aaaaaaand…second!” Tiona landed next to him on the ground of the fifty-eighth floor. 
The eyes of every monster on the floor turned simultaneously toward the two adventurers—valgang dragons included. 
In less than an instant, a new shadow appeared overhead. 
“Fall like rain, burn the savages to ash.” 
“Run!!” 
From above their heads came the majestic call of a chant, followed by a sudden shout of warning. 
Bete and Tiona looked up just in time to see Tione and Lefiya appear through the hole in the ceiling, the former fending off an attack from a wyvern while the latter pointed her staff toward the floor. 
Bete and Tiona cleared the area immediately, ignoring incoming attacks from the surrounding monsters as the midair spell reached its culmination. 
And then. 
“Fusillade Fallarica!!” 
A torrential deluge of fire arrows rained down on the fifty-eighth floor. 
Agonized screams swelled amid the storm of magic. While the red scales of the valgang dragons seemed to simply absorb the legion of fire arrows, the other monsters weren’t so lucky. Pint-size, midsize, and even the giant monsters of the depths found themselves wreathed in flame under the powerful, Mind-heavy area attack that raised the bar when it came to skills. 
Tens if not hundreds of monsters turned to ash around them, their carcasses joined by the wyverns falling from the sky with rustling wings. The whole of the fifty-eighth floor transformed into a bed of corpses. 
“Lefiya! Tione!” Tiona ran over to the two girls, somehow having managed to escape the blast radius of Lefiya’s spell. 
“W-we’re alive…” Lefiya muttered in blank amazement. Tione’s arms swept around her as she landed. 
“That’s what you have to say after that magic you just used?” Tione responded with a smile. 
Their happiness, however, was short-lived. 

“Those damn dragons blocked it, though. We can’t let ’em attack Aiz and the others,” Bete informed them, his twin swords at the ready. He was prepared to take on anything, his sharp amber eyes scanning the perimeter. 
Embers continued to dance in the black smoke rising from the charred wasteland of the fifty-eighth floor. 
Lefiya’s spell had taken out a good portion of the monsters, and there was no chance of them reviving, but there were still plenty more enemies scattered about the great room. Wyverns began popping out of the many holes littering the ceiling, and even more important, the remaining valgang dragons were still standing strong—seven of them. 
The awesome, floor-disregarding firepower of those dragons was still a threat. They needed to keep the beasts from hunting down the rest of their party, who were no doubt making their way through the Dungeon passageways above their heads at that very moment. 
“Agreed. Like I would ever let someone attack the captain.” 
“Lefiya, heal up if you need to,” said Tiona with a growl. The two Amazonian sisters stared long and hard at the valgang dragons, Durandal weapons—halberd and sword—resting on their shoulders. 
“S-sure!” Lefiya responded. She grabbed the cylindrical backpack from off her shoulders and hastily rummaged through it. Her breaths growing shorter and shorter, she finally found it—the high-magic potion with the Dian Cecht Familia seal—and gulped it down. 
“B-but…will we really be able to take out seven of them?” Lefiya asked hesitantly, eyeing the scene in front of them. 
“If we can’t, we’re pretty much done for, so why talk about it?” 
“Pretty much, yeah.” 
Bete and Tiona replied similarly. 
The ominous red dragons practically radiated enmity; the wyverns circled overhead, their great wings flapping; and the myriad other monsters still lurked about the floor—even a large group of Moitra formoires were coming at them. 
As Lefiya looked out over them, she found herself more than a little overwhelmed. Bete and Tiona, too, despite their casual responses, knew there was no room for error. 
The group of first-tiers stared out across that landscape of certain death, their faces taut. 
“…How long do you think we’ll still have Riveria’s Veil Breath?” Tiona mused, her voice low. 
“That old bag’s spells usually last about an hour…so maybe two or three more fights?” Bete replied. 
The repeated, fierce attacks from the valgang dragons and wyverns had considerably chipped away at the gowns of light currently protecting the group and left them visibly dimmed. One more direct hit from one of those fireballs would obliterate it completely, no doubt, and fry Tiona and the others in the process. 
“…Once we’ve taken care of those dragons, we should probably hide out in one of the tunnels on the fifty-seventh floor until the captain and the others get here, yes?” Tione proposed, eyes veering first to the northern staircase leading up to the fifty-seventh floor and then to the southern staircase leading down to the fifty-ninth floor. 
Sticking around only to face the murderous wrath of the monsters on their every side wouldn’t be a wise decision. 
Lefiya and the others nodded in agreement. 
“WUUUUAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGHHHHH!!” 
One of the valgang dragons finally let out a roar, signaling the start of their second battle. 
The monsters moved almost simultaneously, and Tiona, Tione, Bete, and Lefiya readied their weapons before taking off at a running dash. 
Only then— 
“? Gwuuoooh?!” 
A shadow appeared from overhead, flying down and instantly shattering the head of one of the valgang dragons. 
“?” 
There was a thunderous boom as the beast’s giant frame came crashing to the ground. 
The red dragon’s head went flying. All movement came to a halt. Not only the adventurers but also every monster in the room stopped in confusion. 
Silence filled the room. Then the falling shadow, the dragon’s killer, rose from the carcass of the dead beast, slowly pulling his ax from the remains. 
“You buckwheaters still alive, are ye?” 
The old dwarf soldier peered out at them from beneath his helmet. Lefiya and the others simply stared at him in surprise, eyes wide. 
“Ga…” 
“…reth?” Tiona finished Lefiya’s hoarse murmur of wonderment for her. 
Tione and Bete, too, were rooted to the spot in amazement as the two axes of the first-tier adventurer, Gareth Landrock, glinted in the dim light. 
“W…wuuuuuuuaaAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGHHHHH!” 
One of the other valgang dragons let out a roar of fury at the death of its kin. 
Almost as if on cue, every monster in the hall began rushing toward the lone dwarf who’d appeared at the center of the dragon cluster. 
“Gareth!” 
“Gramps!!” 
As Tione and Bete let out simultaneous screams, Gareth flourished his mantle—then vanished. 
Kicking off the ground with enough force to crack its surface and uncanny speed for a dwarf, he was suddenly at the feet of a valgang dragon. 
The first-tier adventurer was a Level 6, and it showed. Eyes flashing, he plunged his twin axes into the dragon’s foot. 
“? Gwwuh!” 
In a burst of flesh and blood, the dragon sank to the ground, unable to so much as retaliate. 
It was so quick and so sudden that Tiona and the others could only let out audible gulps. 
The valgang dragons, boasting enormous wings for forelimbs just like the wyverns, had no way to fight back. They possessed no means of attacking at close range. They specialized in long-range magic salvos with nothing but their long fat tails to swing around when it came to close-quarter combat, which made the area in front of them the one place a hopeful attacker could be safe. In addition, jumping atop one of the dragon’s chests supplied protection from fireballs, as its fellow monsters wouldn’t want to risk friendly fire. 
The dragons found themselves at a loss, and Gareth took advantage of those few moments to launch forward once again. 
In one hand was his Grand Ax, its weight rivaling even that of Urga, and in his other, the Durandal-made Roland Ax—both of which he suddenly tossed aside. 
His hands now free, he took hold of the tip of the fallen valgang dragon’s tail. 
“Hnngh…Gnnngh…Huuuuwoooooaaaahh!!” he grunted, using every muscle in his body to haul the tail, dragon and all. 
Fingers digging into the hard red scales, he lugged the giant frame of the valgang dragon step by step by step. 
His face flushed a brilliant red, veins bulging out across his forehead. The incoming hailstones of fire from the wyverns overhead didn’t so much as faze him. 
Then he let out a mighty cry of bravado: 
“…HnnnnnnnnnnnggrrrraaaaaAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!!!” 
As his upper half twisted beneath the weight, the dragon’s body rose from the ground. 
—He couldn’t possibly be…?! 
But he was. The awed premonitions of Lefiya and the others were right on the money. 
Gareth began to spin. And with him, of course, spun the valgang dragon, the dwarf’s hands still clenched around its tail. 
The monstrous ten-meder frame of the beast was whirling through the air at the hands of a lone dwarf. 
“Gw-gwwwuuoooohhhhh!” the creature screamed in response. 
The dwarf spun that great dragon like a giant hammer, his already awe-inspiring might further amplified by the unique strengthening skill characteristic of the dwarves. 
“Oh, crap!” Tione cried out. 
Which was quickly followed by a scream of “Everybody down!!” from Bete, and the four adventurers dropped to the ground. 
! 
Three times. Four times. Five times. Six times, Gareth spun that dragon around. 
And with each spin, his speed increased, along with his destructive potential, knocking back any monsters that tried to approach. The cyclone even repelled other valgang dragons that got too close. 
Gareth Landrock. First-tier adventurer. 
A veteran soldier of herculean strength who truly embodied the dwarven race. His power and endurance rivaled not only the strongest in Loki Familia but all of Orario itself, and despite being a natural-born attacker, he’d come to rule the very back of the rear guard as an impenetrable wall. His fists were like hammers, smashing every enemy in his path, and his burly frame was like the world’s sturdiest shield. 
His ability to plow through enemies and absorb any attack was what had inspired the gods to give him his alias—Elgarm. 
It was said that he could carry a damaged galleon to shore single-handedly—a great dwarf soldier worthy of standing alongside Braver and Nine Hell. 
“GwwwwuuuuuuoooooOOOOOOOGGGGGHHH!” 
The sounds of pulverized monsters, echoing death cries, and the ferocious vortex filled the room. 
Gareth and the dragon had transformed into a veritable tornado, driving back every monster in their vicinity. 
“Off yooooooooou…GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” he shouted, releasing his grip on the dragon’s tail. 
The enormous centrifugal force sent the enormous missile flying at an upward angle to collide with the flock of wyverns overhead. 
The hammer that was that great flying dragon drew an arc in the sky, smashing through the wyverns and into the wall with a giant explosion. 
There was a thunderous crash, almost indiscernible from a meteorite strike, and the stone crumbled at the place of impact. 
“…N-no way!” 
Tiona raised her head from the ground and wiped at the dust covering her cheeks. 
She saw the five remaining valgang dragons splayed out with their tongues dangling from their mouths. She saw the scattered monsters, already barely resembling their original forms. And she saw the final crimson dragon, its head stuck in the rock along the far wall. 
The others—Bete, Tione, and Lefiya, the three of them still flat on the ground—could only stare at the storm-strewn landscape, their faces twitching. 
“I could use…a really strong drink right about now…Some proper dwarven stuff…” said the storm bringer himself, breathing heavily, before taking out a high potion and gulping it down in place of liquor. 
Roughly wiping off his mouth, he turned his gaze to Tiona and the others, who were still hugging the ground with befuddled expressions. 
“What do ye think yer doin’ down there, kids? They’ll be comin’ again soon enough. On yer feet!” 
As though in response, a crack appeared in the far-off wall. 
The holes in the ceiling were steadily growing in number, and another wave of wyverns was already on its way. 
Gareth grabbed his two axes from the ground and prepared himself for battle. 
“…Are you…sure you cannot handle things yourself, Sir Gareth?” 
Lefiya got to her feet unsteadily before joining the rest of the group. 
“Don’t be an ass! Ye think I can pull somethin’ like that off again?” Gareth brushed her off. “’Twas nothin’ but a fluke.” He crossed his twin axes in front of his chest. “We’ve gotta hold out till Finn and the others get down here, ye hear?” His armor was visibly charred from wyvern fire, his mantle tattered and torn. Cuts and bruises adorned his skin. 
As Bete and the others saw the damage he’d taken from that outrageous feat he’d just accomplished, they came to a realization. 
The reason he normally didn’t display this magnitude of strength was because he was always in the rear guard, making room on the front line for them. 
And the reason he did this was to protect Bete and the other first-tiers, as well as Raul and the other younger members of the familia. 
Gareth turned around to glance at Bete, at Tione, Tiona, and Lefiya, his teeth bared in a broad grin. 
“Come now, lads ’n’ lasses! Where’re those terrors I’m so used to, huh? Up and at ’em! Raise some hell! Or are ye gonna let some old man show ye up?” 
At the dwarf’s challenge, Bete and the others each raised an eyebrow before responding in kind. 
“You gone senile or somethin’, Gramps?” 
“As if I’d lose to you!” 
“After seeing that, I realize more than ever that I am in no shape to be a leader.” 
Their respective words of youthful vigor prompted a laugh from Gareth. 
“Kids these days.” 
Seeing the others flourishing their weapons, Lefiya, too, readied her staff. 
“Hmph. Those our new species?” Gareth muttered, watching the northern staircase leading to the fifty-seventh floor. Repulsive shadow after repulsive shadow gushed from the entryway, and he narrowed his eyes at the sight of their unsettlingly vibrant yellow-green skin. 
“The…the path to the fifty-seventh floor…” Lefiya moaned, her voice hoarse. 
“Completely plugged up, yeah? Ye gods, if it’s not one thing, it’s another…Stay close, you lot!” Gareth replied before bounding off with a burst of energy. 
While the terrors of the uttermost depths nearly robbed them of their breath itself, the first-tier adventurers had no choice but to follow along after the dwarf.