Moonquest: A Journey To The Stars-Chapter 59: The Beast Of Mystefun

"Puaggh!"

Breaking through the main door, Simon breathed a sigh of relief. Swiping the remaining traces of dust off his shoulders, he heaved a sigh of relief, glad to have escaped those ridiculous traps outside. "I mean c'mon, which degenerate put those traps out there in the first place!?"

Amidst his rage-induced mania, Lewis and Duncan continued their maintenance on their equipment, badly battered during the fight to the mansion. "Shit, most of my bolts are gone! I only have enough for a 15-minute attack at most. If we don't get the mastermind of the whole debacle today, we'll be toast, and Durmast will have our asses handed to us on a platter! Deep-fried at that!"

Holding his hands up to calm Lewis down, Duncan tried to appease his nervous friend. "Well, at least on the bright side, we no longer have to deal with those obnoxious traps. Also, have you seen the state of the mansion? Its cleanliness is impeccable!"

Swiping his finger across the spotless sofa, Duncan grew amazed. Wow, whoever did this must be a stickler for cleanliness- Wait a min-!

Kaboom!

The floor above them broke apart with a resounding explosion, revealing a four-armed silhouette. As they swatted the air in front of them, the dust cleared, revealing a ghostly armoured figure, wielding a Darksteel Sword on each of its four arms.

"YOU DARE COME HERE MORTALS!?"

Clutching the hammer ever so tightly, Simon answered back, "Oh yeah we do! This Mansion ain't big enough for the both of us, so I suggest you scram before I drive this hammer right up your fucking skull!"

Impressed, the figure stood still, admiring the Dwarf's brave resolve. Only Duncan knew the Dwarf was shitting his pants, for below the knees, he saw them vibrating rapidly. Man do you have my respects...

For he knew the exact details of the beast:

Name: Shadow Rakhsha

Species: Ghostly Golem

Strength: 345

Agility: 247

Mana: 1290

Durability: 1500/1500

Tier: 5

Abilities: Shadow Travel (10/10), Dark Blade (35/45), Nether Swordsmanship (23/50), Re-Fragmentization (12/20), Shadow Dispersal (10/10), Heat Seeking (5/5)

Holy shit, what kind of megalomaniac builds a puppet such as this!?

Astounded at the sheer numbers, Duncan nearly cussed out loud, but reigned himself in, knowing it was futile. Shit, need to know how to destroy that son of a bit-

His ears began shaking slightly. Duncan's eyes widened, yelling "Duck!"

Without hesitation, Simon and Lewis ducked down, barely missing the dark blade aura whizzing through the air. "Wait, how the fuck on Earadun can it do that!? It's-"

"Because it's a puppet; and a high-tier one at that..."

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Frowning, Duncan explained to Simon. "Seems this is more dangerous than I initially thought. We must make haste, otherwise we'd be cooked. Shit's a tier-5..."

The listening duo gulped, for they knew they'd be dead if they didn't do something about the beast. "So, what do we do..."

Steadying his breath, Lewis asked the older Elf. He knew that this was their darkest hour, and the strongest in the team was Duncan. They were foolish to leave Titus back at home. It is what it is... Now we need to know how to defeat this damn puppet...

"I AM THE BEAST OF MYSTEFUN, KEEPER OF THE MANSION. RETURN BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM, OR SUFFER MY WRATH!"

Upon hearing this, Simon got extremely pissed off. "Oi, come and get it you sack of shit! Once I get my hands on you, I'll-"

Suddenly, a small flash of light came from the corner of the floor...