The Lazy Chronicles: Apartment of the Apocalypse-Chapter 112 - 113 – Beneath the Ruins

The dust from the Silent Tower’s collapse still hung in the air, swirling around the broken stones like ghosts of the past. The group stood in the aftermath, staring at the ruined prison.

Mallory clenched her fists. The Tower is gone. The Guardian was trapped. And whatever was beneath it... is waking up.

The whispers were gone. The heavy presence that had loomed over them within the tower had vanished. But in its place, an even deeper sense of dread settled in Mallory’s chest.

Something was coming.

Elara was the first to break the silence. "Well. That went... terribly."

Greg, still bent over and catching his breath, wheezed, "You don’t say." He pointed at the ruins. "That was a tower. A giant magic prison. And now it’s a pile of rocks. I think that counts as disaster."

Quinn knelt down, brushing away some of the debris. "We need to figure out what exactly was sealed under here. If the Guardian called it a ’true horror’—"

Alex stepped closer, scanning the wreckage. "Then we have to assume it’s worse than anything we’ve faced before."

Mallory exhaled sharply. "Then we dig."

Everyone turned to look at her.

Greg groaned. "Mallory. No."

She met his gaze. "The Tower wasn’t just a prison. It was a seal. And now it’s broken. If something was trapped beneath it, we need to know what it was."

Greg threw up his hands. "Or—hear me out—we don’t dig, we leave, and let someone else deal with it."

Elara smirked. "Like who?"

Greg hesitated. "Uh. Some ancient order of demon hunters? A wizard council? Literally anyone else?"

Alex ignored him, already stepping toward the rubble. "She’s right. We need answers."

Quinn nodded. "Let’s start clearing the entrance. If there’s something still down there, we have to find out before it finds a way out."

Uncovering the Depths

It took them nearly two hours to clear the ruins enough to find the opening.

It was a deep, gaping hole in the ground—not part of the original tower’s architecture. The edges were jagged, the rock around it looking as though it had been melted rather than broken.

A passage.

Leading down.

Mallory swallowed hard. "That... doesn’t look natural."

Elara crouched near the edge, running a hand along the stone. "It isn’t. This wasn’t built. It was burned through."

Alex’s jaw tightened. "By what?"

Greg, peering nervously over her shoulder, whispered, "Something that really wanted out."

A deep, rumbling vibration suddenly shook the ground beneath them.

Mallory’s breath caught.

Greg backed away from the hole. "I told you. I TOLD YOU. This is a bad idea."

Mallory ignored him, gripping her sword. "We go down."

Elara raised an eyebrow. "That’s not really a discussion, is it?"

Mallory gave her a grim smile. "No."

Descent into Darkness

The tunnel was steep, forcing them to move carefully. The deeper they went, the colder it became. The walls, once rough rock, soon became smooth—as if something had carved them with precision.

Alex ran his fingers along the surface. "This wasn’t made by normal magic."

Quinn exhaled. "No. It was made by something old."

The further they descended, the more the air changed.

It wasn’t just cold anymore. It was wrong.

Like something had been dormant here for a long time.

And now, it was stirring.

Greg muttered under his breath, gripping his dagger tightly. "I hate this. I hate every part of this."

Mallory kept moving. There was no turning back now.

Then—

They stepped into a vast underground chamber.

And saw it.

The Sealed Horror

The space was massive, stretching into darkness. And at the center—

A colossal stone coffin.

It wasn’t a tomb.

It was a prison.

The stone was covered in ancient runes, pulsing faintly. Chains of dark metal wrapped around it, glowing with an eerie blue light.

But the worst part?

The cracks.

Mallory’s heart pounded. The seals were weakening.

Something inside was trying to break free.

Alex stepped forward. "It’s still contained. But barely."

Elara narrowed her eyes. "I don’t like that word. ’Barely.’"

Greg crossed his arms. "Oh, good. So we found the ancient evil. Can we leave now?"

Quinn ignored him, approaching the coffin. He traced one of the cracks, brow furrowing. "These runes... they weren’t just meant to trap whatever’s inside. They were meant to feed off its power."

Mallory tensed. "Meaning?"

Quinn hesitated. "Meaning this thing has been growing stronger inside its prison for centuries."

Greg paled. "Oh, fantastic. Just fantastic."

Then—

The chains rattled.

The entire room shook.

And a voice—low, guttural, ancient—whispered through the chamber.

"You are too late."

A crack splintered further, glowing with a sickly red light.

Mallory’s blood ran cold.

The horror beneath the Tower—

Was waking up.

The chamber trembled as the crack in the stone coffin widened, spilling a deep, pulsating red light across the walls. The chains wrapped around the prison groaned, some snapping free and clattering onto the ground.

Mallory didn’t hesitate. "We need to reinforce the seal. Now."

Greg threw his hands in the air. "Oh sure! No problem! Let me just pull out my ancient horror-resealing kit! Oh wait—I DON’T HAVE ONE!"

Quinn ignored him, stepping closer to the coffin, eyes darting over the weakening runes. "These sigils... they’re failing. The magic is unraveling."

Alex unsheathed his sword. "Then we contain it before it gets out."

Elara exhaled, rolling her shoulders. "I was hoping to get through one day without fighting an eldritch nightmare. Guess that was optimistic."

The whispering voice returned, deeper this time, seeping into their bones.

"You cannot stop this."

The air thickened, turning heavy, charged with an unnatural energy. The darkness beyond the chamber seemed to shift, twisting and pulsing like a living thing.

Then—

The coffin split open.

The Horror Awakens

A wave of force exploded outward, knocking Mallory and the others back. Dust and debris swirled violently, and the chains snapped like brittle twigs.

And from within the coffin...

A shadowy mass began to rise.

It wasn’t fully formed—more like a figure trapped between shapes, shifting and twisting, its edges unraveling into dark tendrils. A pair of glowing red eyes burned within the formless void of its body.

It spoke, but not with a mouth. Its voice was everywhere.

"I have slept long enough."

Greg scrambled backward. "NOPE. NOPE. THAT IS A HARD NO."

Mallory forced herself to stand. "What the hell is this thing?"

Quinn, still scanning the coffin’s shattered remains, muttered, "It was never meant to wake up."

Alex gripped his weapon tighter. "Then we put it back to sleep."

The entity’s form shifted again, becoming taller, more distinct. The longer it remained outside the coffin, the more it solidified.

It took a step forward, and the ground beneath it blackened, cracks spider-webbing outward.

Elara raised a hand, magic crackling in her palm. "I don’t think this thing wants to negotiate."

The creature laughed—a sound that shouldn’t exist. It made Mallory’s skin crawl.

"You are children playing at war. You do not understand what stands before you."

The air shuddered.

And then the creature attacked.

The Battle Below

A tendril of pure darkness lashed out, striking toward Alex. He barely managed to deflect it with his sword, but the impact sent him skidding backward.

Mallory rolled, dodging another strike, and slashed at the creature’s form. Her blade passed through it—but the wound sealed instantly.

Greg hurled a dagger. It vanished into the creature’s mass without effect.

Greg turned to Quinn. "Okay! Ideas? Now would be good!"

Quinn’s eyes flicked across the battlefield. "It’s not fully stable. It’s still forming."

Elara hurled a bolt of fire at it. The flames struck—but instead of burning, they were consumed, vanishing into the darkness.

Greg swore. "That’s unfair."

The creature lunged, faster than they expected.

Mallory barely had time to react before a tendril slammed into her, sending her flying. She hit the ground hard, gasping as pain shot through her ribs.

The horror loomed over her, those red eyes burning with something almost... amused.

"Weak."

It raised another tendril—

Then Blinky launched itself at the creature’s face.

The Slime Versus the Nightmare

Blinky let out an excited gurgle and slapped itself against the horror’s form.

The creature reeled back, its form shuddering violently. For the first time, it let out a sound that almost resembled pain.

Mallory’s eyes widened. "It hurts it."

Quinn blinked. "Wait. Are we saying—"

Greg gasped. "BLINKY IS ITS NATURAL ENEMY?!"

The shadow beast lashed out wildly, trying to rip Blinky off. But the gelatinous blob held on, making aggressively happy gurgling noises as it absorbed some of the creature’s darkness.

Alex seized the opportunity. "Attack while it’s distracted!"

Mallory sprang forward, sword flashing. This time, when she struck, the wound didn’t immediately heal.

Elara unleashed another spell—this time, a pure blast of light. The creature screeched, its form flickering wildly.

Quinn grinned. "Oh. Now we’re getting somewhere."

Greg pulled out a flask. "What about fire and light together?"

He lit the flask, hurled it—

And the explosion ripped through the horror’s form.

The beast howled, shrinking, its tendrils retreating.

Blinky bounced off, landing happily on Mallory’s shoulder. The little slime shivered, looking incredibly pleased with itself.

Greg pointed dramatically. "ALL HAIL THE SLIME."

The creature, now visibly weakened, snarled, its red eyes flickering.

"You have delayed the inevitable. But you cannot destroy me."

Mallory’s heart pounded. "Then we seal it again."

The Final Seal

Quinn was already moving. He scrambled toward the remains of the coffin, hands tracing the shattered runes.

"I can reconstruct the seal, but it won’t hold forever. We need more power."

Elara joined him, her magic flaring. "Tell me what to do."

The horror lashed out again, but Mallory intercepted it, slicing through another tendril. Alex and Greg fought alongside her, forcing the creature back.

Blinky, sensing its moment, launched itself at the creature again.

Greg whispered, "I will never stop being amazed by this slime."

The runes on the ground began to glow. The broken chains rose into the air, repairing themselves.

The creature roared. It knew what they were doing.

But it was too late.

With one final burst of magic, Quinn and Elara slammed the last sigil into place—

And the prison snapped shut.

The creature’s scream was cut off as its form was dragged back into the darkness.

The air stilled.

And the chamber fell silent.

Aftermath

Mallory sagged to the ground, breathing hard. The others did the same.

Greg flopped onto his back. "I hate everything."

Alex chuckled. "We survived."

Quinn wiped sweat from his brow. "For now."

Mallory looked at the now-sealed prison, the new runes glowing faintly. "How long will this hold?"

Quinn exhaled. "Hard to say. Maybe centuries. Maybe years."

Elara shook her head. "Then we need to find a permanent solution."

Greg groaned. "That sounds like a problem for future us."

Blinky jiggled proudly, clearly pleased with its heroics.

Mallory smiled, patting the little slime. "Good work, buddy."

The chamber was safe.

For now.

But deep in her gut, Mallory knew—

This wasn’t over.

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