After kicking King Roth, First spun around, her tail lashing as she walked away, not saying another word. Slowly, King Roth got back up. This time, he crawled back to the shore on his hands and knees, his face stony and thunderous.


    “You... you will all pay... for this insolence.” He snarled.


    “I wonder about that.” I lifted an orb in my hands.


    As his eyes fell on it, he went white and grabbed for his robes. I had managed to grab his dungeon lore before. On the other hand, I pulled out another dungeon lore. That was my that I had finally recovered. His lore was a little more substantial than mine, it seemed. My hand began to tighten on the lore. A cracking sound started to fill the air.@@@@


    This was exactly why I drained the lore before dealing with King Roth. I didn’t want to end up having to kill him again as I did with Aberis. There was no saying there weren’t other dungeons out there that had an imprint of King Roth in them or Aberis for that matter. The more of their lore you destroyed, though, the less of their story could be passed on. At some point, they wouldn’t even be the same person anymore, like what I had feared happened with Lydia when I saw half her soul destroyed.


    A copy of a future copy of King Roth might not even see themselves as a king, or a harem master, or a lionkin for that matter. There was just no telling with these things.


    The last of the dungeon wisped away to dust, and my dungeon lore had seemingly grown several centimeters larger.


    [Roth’s Dungeon has been absorbed. The dungeon battle has been concluded.]