The battle between the two sides raged with great intensity. Bradford swiftly cleared his side of ghouls and immediately sought out others to assist. Cal, being an earth mage, displayed formidable defense with a layer of earth covering his body, preventing serious injuries. Edward struggled to deflect attacks and was getting pushed back, while Katrina suffered injuries, her figure shrouded in shadow did little to conceal her from ghouls sharp senses.

Continuous mana blasts resounded, drawing the attention of the ghouls and redirecting them toward the source of the noise. This diversion allowed Bradford to locate Edward and deal with the ghouls on his side. Meanwhile, Bones found himself overwhelmed by new adversaries, sustaining more damage as ghouls clawed through his garment, leaving nasty gashes in his protective bone armor.

Despite the challenging situation, the perseverance and tenacity of Skully and Murdok prevailed, preventing Bones from being swarmed and enabling him to endure until his party members located and eliminated the remaining ghouls. The third wave concluded with their victory, though not without injuries. Katrina collapsed, her body bearing witness to the dangers they faced. Cal rushed to her side, eager to assess the extent of her injuries. Summoning a hardcover book, he rifled through the pages until he found what he was looking for. Placing his hand on the page, a green hue enveloped it, and with a pulling motion, he guided his hand toward the injured Katrina. The green light passed onto her, healing her injuries. The others waited patiently by her side while Bones watched in fascination at the mystical book in Cal's hands.

The mist that had once shrouded the entire forest, reducing visibility to almost zero, now receded into the ground, revealing a straight dirt path leading out of the forest and toward the castle in the distance.

"When did that happen?" Bones inquired, referring to the path that seemingly materialized out of nowhere, replacing the dense thicket of trees.

"The system happened," Cal replied, and With a few practiced hand movements, he summoned a fireball, using it to ignite a much-needed campfire.

"We camp here for the night," Bradford declared, noting the nighttime outside the dungeon. He and Cal emerged from the recent ghoul wave unscathed, while Edward tended to his light injuries with a healing potion. Katrina, though appearing better, remained lying down, allowing her body to recuperate.

"Is she going to be alright?" Bones asked, settling next to Cal by the fire. Cal, glancing at Bones and his equipment, reciprocated the concern. "What about you? Aren't you pretty injured yourself? Do you want me to cast a healing spell on you?"

Bones hesitated, explaining that healing spells could harm him before doing good. "Besides, the only injury I received was to my bone armor, which is already in the process of healing, so thank you, but you don't have to worry about me."

Cal nodded, expressing relief. He then elaborated on Katrina's injuries, emphasizing the affliction inflicted by the ghouls. "It's the affliction that was the problem."

"Affliction?" Bones repeated.

"Yes, rot affliction."

"I see," Bones said, glancing down at his body and the tears in his garment. "The healing spell removed the rot?"

"Yes, the healing spell healed her injuries and cleansed her body. She should be back in top shape by the time we move on," Cal explained, his eyes fixated on laying Katrina.

"About that book…" Bones finally broached the topic.

"It's a spellbook. You know about it?" Bones shook his head, anticipating the kind of book it might be.

"Well, yeah, in short, it is a book of spells and the most expensive book I ever owned."

"Hm, how so?" Bones asked, hoping for more details about the spellbook.

"You're an odd one, Jones," Cal chuckled. Bones took it in stride, admitting he was a bit of an oddball.

Cal summoned a scroll and handed it to Bones, who accepted it with a quizzical look.

"Open it! Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Bones unrolled the parchment, revealing an illustration of the fireball spell with instructions on usage.

"The content itself is irrelevant; what's important is what you can feel from the scroll. A Fireball spell is inscribed on that piece of parchment you're holding. Anyone capable of manipulating the elements could draw the spell out and use it."

"And then? What happens to the scroll?" Bones inquired, enthusiasm evident at the prospect of expanding his knowledge.

"The scroll is also consumed when the spell is drawn."

"Then the spellbook contains pages like this one?" Bones asked, referring to the scroll in his hands.

"That's correct. More accurately, a spellbook can be defined as a collection of spell scrolls. A container of sorts, allowing the owner of the spellbook to store spells. Just an empty spellbook cost me two thousand gold. Add all the spell scrolls, and you're looking at a book worth a couple of thousand gold."

Bones momentarily went mute upon hearing the cost, and Cal had to snap him out of it. "Jones?"

"Ah? I'm alright, I'm alright. The price just sort of made me blank out for a second there."

Laughter erupted from the whole party, including Katrina, at Bones' bewildered expression.

"Running dungeons is expensive, but also rewarding. I would even dare say the reward is worth the risk in the end," Bradford added.

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"Beats adventuring any day," Edward chimed in, and everyone nodded in agreement.

Bones delved into more questions about the spellbook and inquired about everyone's past. He discovered that everyone present was an adventurer straight out of the academy at some point. Brothers Bradford and Cal hailed from the Prusha Empire, and after years of adventuring, they decided to retire and focus on clearing dungeons. Their dedication, spanning over a decade, astounded Bones, considering their rather low levels.

He couldn’t help but raise a question about it and received a detailed explanation.

“The balance is necessary, Jones. I don’t know how it is for you, but for us, it is necessary to keep our race level as close to our class level. Class levels are easily gained but many crippled their cultivation by not being able to handle the strain on their bodies from using highly advanced skills.”

“We took our time getting to where we are right now, but once we evolve our race to the second tier, we'll focus on raising our class levels by tackling more challenging dungeons.”

"Is it really that significant a change reaching the second tier?” Bones asked.

“Of course it is! Aside from the boost to stats, our bodies will be more attuned to our attributes, allowing us to maintain peak performance for a more extended period. The strain on our bodies will lessen when using skills, and we won’t tire as easily, as you can see, making a noticeable difference.” Bradford explained, hinting at the frequent breaks the party was taking.

“I see. What about Body Reinforcement? I read humans have a limit to how far they can level the skill.” Bones inquired.

“Body Reinforcement is the result of the training you undergo. I've reached advanced-tier body reinforcement, while some of us,” Bradford paused, glancing at Cal, before continuing, “are too lazy to train and are still stuck at basic tier.”

Cal rolled his eyes and defended himself, stating that he was, first and foremost, a mage who didn’t rely on his body's strength to fight but on spells.

“Well, that’s true, but Cal also understands the benefits of having high physical attributes,” Bradford addressed Bones and responded to his other inquiry. “As for the limit, we do have it. You can only train as much as your body can handle before the results start deteriorating and damaging your body.”

“They say no pain, no gain, but that’s stupid! Just continue being a mage and-” Cal started.

“Don’t listen to his babble. You have unique circumstances, so I don’t know what applies and what doesn’t for you, but balance is important!” Bradford interrupted Cal and emphasized the importance of his statement.

“You guys are so loud!” *hngh* Katrina groaned as she pushed herself up to a sitting position.

“Are you sure you’re okay to move?” Cal expressed his concern. Katrina waved him off, stating she would be fine, and thanked him for the healing spells.

“No need to express gratitude among fellow party members,” Cal replied with a smile. Edward, who had remained silent, chimed in, letting others know he was here too, “I’m fine too, just some light injuries! No need to worry.”

“No one asked you!” Cal briskly replied, prompting another round of laughter.

After the laughter subsided, Bradford addressed everyone with a serious tone, “Inspect your gear and make sure everything is in order before we continue. We’re leaving in fifteen.”

As they continued their journey down the dirt path, Bones couldn't help but wonder about the castle that lay ahead — what mysteries it held and what challenges awaited them within its walls. The air carried a subtle tension, a lingering reminder of the dangers they had faced earlier. The dirt path eventually widened, revealing the looming silhouette of the castle in the distance. Its dark spires reached for the sky, casting long shadows that seemed to dance with malevolent intent. The party quickened their pace, anticipation and a sense of purpose driving them forward.

After the party crossed the threshold of the castle gates, Bradford signaled for a momentary halt. The air thickened with an oppressive weight, carrying the unmistakable scent of blood. The haunting presence of the castle seeped into their bones, sending shivers down their spines.

Inside, the once-grand halls appeared aged and forgotten. Cobwebs adorned every corner, and a layer of dust covered the remnants of forgotten grandeur. The dim lighting only accentuated the desolation, casting long shadows that seemed to writhe with unseen movements. Strange shrieking sounds echoed through the corridors, creating an unsettling symphony that filled the air.

The party navigated the eerie passages, their senses on high alert. Soon, their footsteps echoed with a haunting cadence, marking their descent into the heart of the castle. It wasn't long before they found themselves facing a relentless horde of vampire spawn.

The vampire spawn descended upon them like a relentless tide, their movements erratic and predatory. The party fought valiantly, each member showcasing their unique skills. Bradford's enchanted weapon sliced through the undead with precision, while Cal's elemental spells crackled through the air, dispersing the spawn. Edward wielded his battlemage staff with finesse, and Katrina's shadowy dance dispatched foes swiftly.

However, the true challenge awaited them in a grand hall where Lesser Vampires lurked. These creatures were swift, possessed lean and resilient bodies, and moved with a sinister silence, blending seamlessly with the shadows. Bones noted the shift in his party members as they switched to silver weapons, exploiting one of the few weaknesses vampires had.

The fight in the grand hall unfolded with a series of twists and turns. Lesser Vampires darted from shadow to shadow, proving elusive targets. Bradford's aura became a defensive shield, protecting against their deadly strikes. Cal's earth manipulation skills created barriers, buying precious moments for the party. Edward's magical prowess targeted the vampires' vulnerabilities, and Katrina danced through the darkness, delivering precise strikes.

The battle was a continuous dance of blades and spells, the air filled with the clash of silver against vampire flesh. The party had to adapt quickly to the vampires' cunning tactics, using teamwork to cover each other's weaknesses. The grand hall became a battleground, echoes of struggle reverberating through the haunted castle.

After the last Lesser Vampire fell, the party caught their breath, the haunting presence of the castle still lingering. They regrouped, examining their wounds and ensuring everyone was prepared for the challenges yet to unfold in the dark depths of the forsaken fortress. Delving deeper into the castle, the party encountered a myriad of traps and hidden passages, turning communication into a paramount aspect of their strategy. Bradford's leadership and the synergy among the party members became evident, each member contributing their unique skills to overcome the dungeon's challenges.

Bones found his role evolving beyond combat. His unique undead traits became valuable for navigating the dungeon's treacherous obstacles. Triggering hidden traps and stepping on unsuspecting plates, Bones became the key to unlocking passages, albeit at the cost of enduring various projectiles, streams of fire, or clouds of poison. Each time he returned from such encounters, his party members would express concern, questioning his well-being. Bones, however, brushed off their worries, stating that this was precisely the role he had chosen to fulfill in their expedition.

The action-packed journey through the castle wasn't without its rewards. The dark corners of the fortress held chests brimming with gold, pieces of equipment, and valuable consumables like elixirs and scrolls. These treasures were claimed by those who had the courage and skill to pave their way through the castle's challenges, adding tangible rewards to their intrepid exploration. The ultimate challenge and the grandest reward awaited the party at the end of their dungeon run. In the deepest reaches of the castle, within the grand hall, the true vampire awaited challengers upon his throne.