Redo: Grimoire System in the Apocalypse

"What do you mean the Grimoires will cease to be of use?"

Geth looked at the older man curiously. He didn't understand.

"The Redo Formation was designed to teach Humans to use the Mana and give them a fighting chance. 

The power of the Formation will run out on the day that the Apocalypse was supposed to occur. It already took everything that we had to force the weaker planets to merge safely beforehand."

Geth was speechless. He closed his eyes and thought for a few moments.

"Then what happens to you?"

Albus shrugged.

"I'm nothing but a memory fragment of someone who's already passed on. You should be concerned with humanity as a whole."

Albus looked toward the top of the sphere.

"The others are waiting for you, by the way."

Geth glared at the man for a moment.

"We aren't done with this conversation."

His figure disappeared and took over his body once again. Albus stayed back and monitored the Geth's that were left staring at the floating Grimoires.

"To be this powerful this early. It's better than we could have dreamed."

*****

Geth's eyes fluttered open. He found the others staring at him, with Swole waving his hands in front of his face.

"Earth to Geth!"

Jack interjected, "Can it still be called Earth?"

"Really-Weird-Super-Planet-With-Monsters-And-Magic-That-Resembles-Earth to Ge-! Oh, it worked!"

Geth just shook his head while the others laughed at the man's antics. Blaze spoke up, interrupting the moment.

"Is there any information you need from us outside of this?"

Geth shook his head.

"This is plenty. I already have an idea of everyone's battle style. Now we need to test it out."

Geth waved away the Grimoires, and the tomes quickly floated back to their owners.

"Swole."

"Yea?"

"You're a fucking maniac."

The short man clapped Geth on the back, bursting into another fit of laughter.

"Alright. Everyone, get your gear and let's head out."

The party dispersed, leaving behind Blaze, Geth, and the two women, whose gear was already equipped. Their weapons were kept in their storage items. 

"So, what do you think, Blaze?"

"Hmm, I spent some time last night going over my memories of the Formation. My initial estimates were wrong.

I believe there should be five levels, each with one to three Sub-Bosses. We will have to break the three crystals on each floor for the next entrance to appear."

*Cough* "What?!"

Geth glanced over at Sindri to find she was in a state of disbelief. On the other hand, his wife seemed to be pumped up and ready to go.

Zolis punched the air around her like a boxer getting hyped for his next match.

"Let's quit wasting time! We have wolves to kill!"

Geth turned back to Blaze.

"Do you think we'll be facing the same number on every floor?"

"It's hard to say. I think the quality will increase, but the quantity will drop drastically on each floor."

Sindri's look of distress calmed a little after hearing that.

"Thank goodness. Fighting wolves for almost two days wore me out."

Geth nodded.

"I don't plan on pushing very far today. We still need to rest, but I would like to clear the Sub-Bosses on the current floor before they venture out to find us."

"I don't believe that they would leave their crystals," Blaze countered. "But I agree that it's better to be safe rather than sorry." 

The conversation didn't continue further as Swole and Filthy came out of their perspective rooms.

"Alright! Let's get started then."

Geth walked to the hall and liquified the wall where the entrance had been closed. No alerts had been sent from the Detect Runes, so there were no worries that an enemy could be waiting outside.

"Filthy, let's run ahead and scout out the crystal rooms. Zolis, bring everyone else once they're ready."

Filthy nodded, and the two ran off without looking back.

Geth boosted both their Agility and Wisdom before the two quickly made their way down the arched tunnel. 

The glowing walls of the cave filled the area with Mana, making it difficult to spread out his senses. 

It was similar to trying to hear a voice underwater. Everything he sensed came back muffled or distorted.

"How are your physical senses? I won't be much use at this stage. There's too much interference."

Filthy closed his eyes while the two of them ran. Geth could see his ears twitching slightly.

"Everything sounds fine to me. I can see clearly as well, but the passage is still spiraling, so sight is next to useless."

"What do you think about taking a long break once we've finished this Dungeon?" Geth asked.

*Sigh*

"Even though it sounds nice, I don't feel like we should."

"You're worried about the beast waves too?"

"Mhm," Filthy responded. "It isn't that I'm concerned about the waves as much as I'm concerned about other people.

Just look at the group surrounding us. We'll likely step on someone's toes by killing them all. 

That will probably be used as an excuse to attack the city. It's evident that greed has already gotten the better of them."

Geth shook his head.

"I'm not worried about the people at all. Humans are predictable. 

I'm more apprehensive about the worlds merging. Just the first one will expand the size of the current planet by another 50%.

Those five worlds will drop more Tier 4 creatures here. Aside from us, who in Valhalla can handle even a few Direwolves? 

Hulk and his group, maybe? There's just too much to be done and only a few months left to do so."

Filthy seemed to think about it for a minute.

"I see what you mean. The best we can do is take care of issues as they show up...

Haha! It's not li-"

Geth noticed the man's ears twitch lightly. Filthy closed his eyes and concentrated as the two came to a stop.

Geth tried to reach out with his senses again, but it was no good.

"We're close. I can hear low growls echoing from three different directions up ahead."

The two jogged a little further, slowing their pace and silencing their steps. Just as he'd guessed, three tunnels were heading in different directions.

"I guess we'll start with the left."