I Become A Mob Character In A Novel

[Samael Ashwood's POV]

I carefully inspected the ornate chest, its intricate runes glowing faintly under the dim light of the dungeon. There was no immediate sign of danger, but I knew better than to assume it was safe. Dungeon treasures were rarely unguarded.

"Let me check it first," Eveline offered, stepping forward. Her sharp eyes scanned the chest, and she muttered a few incantations under her breath. A faint ripple of energy passed over the box, and after a moment, she nodded. "No traps, at least none that I can detect."

"Alright," I said, still cautious but more reassured. I reached for the chest and slowly lifted the lid.

Inside, nestled among faded silk, were several items. The first was a glowing crystal, radiating with a soft blue light. Its aura was soothing, and I could sense a powerful restorative magic within it.

"A Mana Restoration Crystal," Seraphina whispered, her eyes wide with awe. "That's incredibly rare. It can replenish magic reserves almost instantly."

"Perfect for emergencies," I said, pocketing the crystal. This could come in handy if things went south later.

Next, I pulled out a finely crafted dagger, its blade shimmering with an odd black-and-gold hue. Runes danced along its surface, hinting at some sort of enchantment.

"Liliana, this looks like your style," I said, handing the dagger to her.

She took it, examining the weapon closely. "It's definitely enchanted, and the craftsmanship is remarkable. I'll check it out further later, but I think it might boost agility or perhaps channel dark magic."

I nodded, then reached for the final item—a small, ancient-looking scroll. It was bound tightly with a golden thread, the parchment brittle yet well-preserved.

"What do you think this is?" Raven asked, leaning in closer.

I carefully unraveled the scroll, my eyes scanning the faded text. It was written in an old dialect, one I barely recognized. But after a moment of focus, the Heavenly Destiny System flickered to life in my mind, translating the words.

Scroll of the Golem Mastery. The user who activates this scroll will gain temporary control over a stone golem, bound by ancient magic for a limited time.

"It's a golem summoning scroll. We could control a golem, similar to the one we just defeated."

"That could be useful," Liliana said thoughtfully. "Especially if we face more enemies like that in the deeper parts of the dungeon."

I placed the scroll safely into my satchel. "We'll save this for later. I doubt we're done with the challenges down here just yet."

After gathering everything, we regrouped. The tension in the air was palpable—there was a sense that the worst was still ahead of us. The deep, dark corridors of the dungeon beckoned ominously.

"Alright, everyone," I said, my voice steady. "We've made it this far, but we know these dungeons only get more dangerous. Stay close, stay alert, and trust each other. We've got this."

A chorus of nods followed, each of them ready for whatever came next. I led the group forward, my senses sharp as we descended deeper into the labyrinth. The path twisted and turned, growing darker and colder with every step.

"Are...we going in the right direction?" Lily asked as her hand slipped into mine, her voice laced with a mix of anxiety and trust. I squeezed her hand gently, offering her a reassuring glance.

"Yes," I said firmly, "I can feel it. We're getting closer to the dungeon's core. The air feels heavier, more saturated with magic. It's only going to get more intense from here."

The others followed in silence, their footsteps echoing off the stone walls. Every few steps, I could hear the distant hum of ancient magic, pulsing like a heartbeat beneath the dungeon. The tension was palpable, and even though we had faced numerous threats, I knew the true challenge was still waiting.

As we descended deeper, a faint, almost imperceptible glow began to illuminate the corridor. It wasn't the light of torches or magical flames—it was something far more sinister. The air thickened, carrying with it a strange, foreboding presence.

Raven narrowed her eyes, her hand tightening around her weapon. "Do you feel that? It's like something's watching us."

I nodded. "I do. Everyone, be ready. We're not alone."

SWISH!!

ZAPPPP!!!

CRATER!!!

Within a second, More than fifty Wights surrounded us with twenty launching attacks left and right. But—

"Lightning Magic: Thunder Dragon's Roar!"

A deafening crack of thunder tore through the dungeon, followed by an electrifying roar as a massive dragon-shaped bolt of lightning erupted from my hands. The thunderous dragon surged forward, spiraling in a deadly arc that consumed the wights nearest to us in a blinding flash of energy. The dark creatures had no chance to react as they were obliterated, their forms disintegrating into nothingness.

"Stay close!" I shouted, my eyes scanning the room as more wights emerged from the shadows, their cold, lifeless gazes fixated on us.

Liliana moved swiftly, her newly acquired enchanted dagger in hand. With fluid grace, she weaved through the advancing wights, her blade cutting through them with lethal precision. The dark runes on the dagger pulsed, enhancing her speed and allowing her to move like a shadow, her strikes swift and deadly lanced in Blood Magic.

Eveline's water magic whirled around her in an elegant dance, creating a protective barrier of swirling liquid. With a flick of her wrist, she sent sharp tendrils of water lashing out, piercing through several wights as they attempted to close in on her. Her control over the elements was precise, every movement a perfect balance of offence and defence.

"Water Magic: Hydro Cannon!" Sionna's voice rang out as she unleashed a powerful torrent of water from her hands, the force behind it propelling several wights backward and slamming them against the dungeon walls. The sheer impact shattered their forms, leaving nothing but dark mist in their wake.

Raven, not to be outdone, leapt into action. "Dark Magic: Shadow Lance!" Her voice rang out with an intensity that matched the situation. A series of black spears materialized in the air, each one rippling with dark energy before launching forward, skewering the wights that dared to advance on us.

The creatures disintegrated into shadows as the lances pierced their cores, their menacing presence fading into nothingness.

The battle was fierce, but we fought with a synchronized precision that only a well-formed team could muster. Every strike, every spell, was executed with purpose. There was no room for hesitation here, not in the depths of a dungeon like this, where a single mistake could mean the difference between survival and death.

Seraphina's illusion magic came in handy, as she conjured phantom duplicates of our group, confusing the remaining wights. The creatures hesitated, unsure which targets were real. Seizing the opportunity, Seraphina wove her illusions with delicate precision, creating distractions that allowed us to strike at the confused wights.

"Now, strike!" she called out.

I wasted no time, moving swiftly through the disoriented wights. My sword crackled with lightning as I unleashed another powerful attack.

"Lightning Strike!"

The blade sliced through the nearest wight, sending arcs of electricity surging through its body. It crumbled into ash, dissipating into the dungeon's oppressive air. The rest of the team followed suit, each of them taking down the remaining wights with ruthless efficiency.

Within moments, the chamber fell eerily silent. The last of the wights dissolved into mist, leaving only the faint remnants of their dark magic lingering in the air. I sheathed my sword and turned to the others.

"WATCH OUT!!!" I shouted a saw a second wave of Wights coming and one managed to close in on Sionna. But before I could activate the spell, only blood flew into the air I saw he figure launched into the opposite wall.

Silence.

I rushed forward, my heart pounding in my chest as I approached Sionna. My pulse echoed in my ears as I expected the worst. But what I saw stopped me in my tracks.

Standing before Sionna was Raven, her chest heaving, her arm outstretched, blood trickling down her knuckles. She had delivered a devastating punch to the wight, sending it flying into the stone wall with such force that the creature's form shattered into black mist on impact.

"You alright?" she asked Sionna, her voice strained but steady.

Sionna, still processing what had just happened, nodded slowly. "Y-yes... thanks to you."

Raven exhaled deeply, shaking off the remaining tension in her body. "Good. Stay sharp."

I felt a rush of relief wash over me, but it quickly gave way to raw unfiltered rage.

"Step back and take the defensive formation!" I ordered as my mana boiled under my skin with my dragon heart beating with intense fury. My eyes flared with energy as I summoned the tempest within me. The power surged through my veins, igniting every cell with electric vigour.

Eveline and Liliana quickly fell into formation, moving to shield Sionna while I took a step forward, my stance wide and ready. I focused on the incoming wights, feeling their dark magic swirl in the air, thick and malevolent.

"In the tempest's cradle..." I started my incarnation for the domain expansion because there is a whole nest of these creatures here, I don't know how I missed this but they are going to pay for what they did~

"...Where legends are born... I invoke the dragon with lightning's scorn..." As I continued to gather my mana, the air crackled with energy, and a violent storm began to brew around me. The dungeon itself seemed to resonate with my power, amplifying the tension in the air as I prepared to unleash my spell.

"...As the heavens crack and the thunder cries," My incarnation echoed through the chamber, amplifying the energy that pulsed within me, summoning a vortex of thunder in the ceilings.

"...Feel the tremor as the storm beast flies... From realms unknown, let its power explore," As I reached the last chants the vortex shaped into the jaws of a colossal dragon made entirely of crackling lightning, its eyes shimmering with fury and intelligence. The storm dragon let out a roar that shook the very foundation of the dungeon, sending a wave of raw energy cascading through the chamber.

"DOMAIN EXPANSION: THUNDER DRAGON'S ROAR!!!"

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[To Be Continued]

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