Loved by Fate ? - Adventures of Sinbad [Sinbad x OC]

8 - Farewell

At the location where the dungeon once stood, now transformed into a massive crater, soldiers surrounded the area, their voices merging into a constant buzz of confusion and disbelief. The sight before them was nothing short of astonishing.

At the bottom of the pit lay five large bags, overflowing with gold items and other treasures. And sprawled atop the bags was a young boy with long, purple hair and golden eyes.

"A... a child!" one soldier exclaimed, pointing at the boy in astonishment.

The soldiers gathered around, their curiosity piqued and their voices filled with amazement and speculation.

 "We came to investigate since people said the dungeon vanished. What in the world?"

"Was the dungeon conquered by this child who suddenly appeared?"

"Marvelous!"

"Report to his majesty! The first dungeon conqueror has appeared!"

As the soldiers busied themselves with their discussions, the young boy couldn't help but smile at the commotion. However, his smile quickly faded as some soldiers approached him, wearing smiles that betrayed an air of entitlement.

"Good work, the dungeon conqueror lad. His majesty will be most pleased;" a soldier began, his voice laced with condescension. "You're just a child soldier, right? Well done. Now, hand over the treasure and the power of the dungeon."

The boy's expression hardened as he faced the soldier, determination glinting in his eyes. "Don't count me as one of you," he retorted, his voice firm and resolute. "Be it the treasure or the powe. I got it with my hands, no way am I giving it to you!"

The soldier's face twisted in anger and disbelief. "What is that? That is treachery against the empire. Arrest him!" he bellowed, and several soldiers raised their halberds threateningly toward the boy.

The boy's determination remained steadfast, but a flicker of unease crossed his features. He glanced at his sword, as if anticipating something.

But just as tension reached its peak, a familiar voice rang out from behind the boy, startling both him and the soldiers. "Sinbad, you got this power after all this effort, yet you're not going to use it?" the voice asked.

"Yunan!?" Sinbad exclaimed, his gaze shifting in the direction of the voice. "And Reana too!?"

Yunan offered Sinbad a warm smile, while Reana jumped forward to embrace him, her smile tinged with an odd mix of happiness and concern.

"Ah, I see," Yunan said, his tone understanding. "You don't know how to use this power yet. Then, let me lend you a hand." With a gentle touch, he laid his hand on Sinbad's sword, causing it to emit a radiant wave of light. To the soldiers' horror, a towering figure materialized above the trio—an imposing blue-skinned man with horns, a third eye on his forehead, scaly skin, batlike wings, and a wild mane of dark hair. His menacingly long fingernails sent shivers down the soldiers' spines.

"Well, do you need my assistance, my Lord?" the giant figure's voice rumbled, echoing through the air.

"A blue giant? What is that monster?" some soldiers shrieked in fear and confusion.

"Come... Scatter them away. With your power!!" Yunan encouraged Sinbad, his voice filled with unwavering confidence.

Fear gripped some of the soldiers as they turned and fled in panic.

"Now, follow the voice that rose in your heart," Yunan instructed, his voice a steady guiding presence.

Sinbad stared at the glowing eight-pointed star symbol on his sword, uncertainty swirling within him. But then, as if reciting a formula he had learned by heart, he spoke with conviction, "The Djinn of Wrath and Heroes, I command thee and thy household to feed on my magoi and empower my will with your great ability! Come forth, Baal!"