Maximum Status(Eng)

Behind those seemingly endless stairs, a small thread of light peeked out and with it, the faint sound of voices, doors of thick ivory corrupted by the passage of time and zero care had transformed what once might have been two beautiful pieces of a craftsman's work into little more than two sheets of heavy rock that stood guarding the penultimate room of the castle-turned-dungeon.

"By the grace of our mistress of power and vitality, what were you two thinking?" - Scolded a raspy female voice in an aggressive tone.

"Do you have any idea what would have happened if your enemy had been faster, or if he had even had enough defense to resist one of your attacks?" - That voice said almost shouting as the metallic clanking of armor echoed through that room.

"Relax, you Trolls are too overprotective, why do you think I took the princess with me?" replied another voice. - replied another voice, this one had an annoyed tone, plus she sounded younger as opposed to her companion's voice.

"Miss Igra, please don't worry so much about us, Acante just wanted to try a new spell, luckily our opponent was so fragile that it wasn't even necessary to use any healing spell" - said a male voice with some sorrow, delicate and trembling as if it was about to break.

Rough was the noise made by that pair of heavy ivory doors, one pushed by Anvil and the other one by Leered, finally noticing all the figures gathered there, Igra, a Trollid kind with a big armor, what stood out the most about her was that on her back she carried four heavy swords which could become shields, being a paladin her duty as a heavy fighter was vital so resistant weapons were important for her work. In front of her were two people, a human of slender and delicate appearance, long blond hair that seemed to shine with the strength of the sun itself, only highlighted his refined appearance by the large staff that now carried lying between his hands, it was Ergo, the healer. Above them a floating figure stood out, it was Acante of the tribe of the Yokais, a girl with reddish hair, her face seemed to wear a mask because although her skin was somewhat brown, at the moment of reaching her face it was colored with an intense red, Her majestic wings stood out above the figure of almost everyone present, a pair of huge wings of a more intense red than her hair, those wings kept her suspended in the air, with a grimace of displeasure Acante, the strongest pure magical fighter in the world directed her gaze towards those huge doors.

"Igra, stop scolding the brat, you fought a commander like us, you know that perfectly well even a gold rank could have defeated him." - Said the giant as he passed through that hall accompanied by Anvil, Leered, Pein and his wolf companion.

"Very well, we all gather then." -said a figure in the middle of everyone, his voice was just like the one that minutes before everyone in that dungeon had heard in their minds.

Suspended in the air a few meters above the ground compared to the Yokai that was flying over the heads of their companions, the slender figure of a man who was in a meditation pose, silver hair, delicate and beautiful as the silk went down his head, ending in a shiny silver tips, He was wearing a thin armor that seemed to emit a glow that made it look like it was made of crystal, around him a couple of rocks were floating, from his body seemed to emanate a faint green light as he meditated but after a few seconds he simply said "Come back, Beowulf", the man finally stopped levitating, placing his feet on the ground, revealing his porcelain smooth skin and a pair of pointed ears, this man was none other than Claymore, the leader of the heroes of Adamantine rank, former regent of the nation of Elfinghard, a pair of black gloves of fine chain mail completed his armor, which, although it seemed delicate and fragile, could not be more wrong at the moment, that armor possessed great defensive and offensive capabilities, its delicate appearance was a self-imposed challenge by the same elves who forged it, looking more like a suit worthy of wearing to the most exclusive galas than an armor designed for a profession as risky as it could be the work of a hero. At the call of the leader a figure emerged from another tunnel, walking on all fours Beowulf stood upright on his two legs the beastmen made a gesture as if trying to tear his chest, a classic greeting among beastmen.

"Doll man, why in the name of the great mother did you send Leered and I against a general so far beneath our power!" - Yaga scolded to Claymore with an annoyed tone.

"I don't want to be rude but I think I understand Yaga's frustration, there's nothing better than a good fight and the taste of this one was very bitter, did you underestimate us or overestimate our opponent? - Leered remarked with his eyes planted on the ground while he was somewhat frustrated, he was not willing to be as rude as his partner.

"Precisely that confirms to me the suspicion for which I gathered you, at the time of entering this raid the monsters seemed to be of at least the level of a gold rank hero, it was that reason we asked Wado and Muramasa to stay and assist the containment team, I allowed the separation of the group for a simple purpose, to investigate and test a hypothesis" - said the elf.

"that you were strong enough to go ahead and steal the limelight from these two muscle brains by killing the boss all by yourself?" - said anvil with a wry and mocking tone as he put his heavy warhammer on the floor to sit down.

"What, you damned elf, that was my last hope for a fight worthy of securing my entry into Valhalla!" - Said the giant now with more rage as he made his way to the leader of his group.

"Anvil, I understand that our ancestors have had their conflicts during the runic war but I ask you not to spread rumors about me, and Yaga, I will ask you to never again think that I could have reasoning worthy of you two, unlike everyone in the guild, I do what I do for the sake of this, our world." - replied the mild-mannered Claymore now with a stern tone and more power in his voice, making those present there look at each other, the seriousness in their leader's words made them make a group decision not to interrupt the annoying captain of the vanguard team anymore.

"I continue, as we went down the levels of the dungeon I noticed that depending on how far down we were in the dungeon, the enemies were getting weaker and weaker, the enemies guarding the entrance to the dungeon were platinum level and the lower we got, the lower the level, the normal in any dungeon is the opposite, the weaker creatures tend to escape from those that prowl the lower levels, but great was my surprise when I arrived at this room where we are now gathered and after doing a mana reading to the room in front of us I came across this. " - Claymore quickly turned around, raised his palm in the direction of the massive doors that enclosed the dungeon boss and said "Wind Burst", in an instant a huge green light shot out from the elf's hand to those doors, which yielded to the powerful spell and fell quickly, releasing a huge cloud of dust which was quickly cleared as what Claymore had used was a spell of his elemental magic Aer, wind magic.

"Enter." - The elf said as his figure entered that room.