Bell slumped to the side, dodging as the shadow aimlessly walked past her. The shadow was actually human, and seeing that, Bell visibly relaxed. Although it looked human, it seemed soulless, almost like a moving corpse. The figure’s movements were slow and mechanical, its eyes void of any light or life. Bell didn't wait to confirm and immediately went the other way. She walked for what she assumed was thirty minutes before she once more saw another shadowy entity. Just like the previous one, it also ignored her and walked in the direction the first one went, its footsteps echoing hollowly in the otherwise silent expanse. Bell was still not ready to acknowledge the elephant in the room and kept walking in the opposite direction. The oppressive atmosphere seemed to weigh her down with every step. Eventually, she came across more and more shadowy entities, and just like all the previous ones, they were walking in a fixed direction as if they were being called toward a central point
Bell took a heavy step back, her name echoed from within the abyss, calling out to her, telling her to dive in. She glanced back at the still shadows before hardening her heart and taking a step towards the abyss. Bell stopped several steps away from the abyss gate and proceeded to gaze into its dreadful maw. ~Bell, come to me, I miss you... we all miss you. Why did you leave us, Bell~ The echoes started to replicate the voices of Bell's loved ones, trying to draw her closer. But it didn't work. Bell took a step back and continued to scrutinize the abyss. ~Get in here, for fuck's sake!~ The voice in the abyss suddenly roared, causing the white wooden chains to rattle and the ground to shake. Bell stumbled back in fright and fell on her butt. "What the hell?" Bell exclaimed in shock. "Who's there? Show yourself!" she yelled, shifting all the way to the edge of the slope. She waited quietly for a reply, but it never came. She slowly crept back to the edge of the abyss and o
Boooom. The ground quaked as Liam's fist slammed into it, sending tremors rippling through the earth. Dust and debris scattered, creating a temporary veil around the impact site. The sheer force of the blow caused his opponent to somersault away in a desperate bid for survival, barely dodging the cataclysmic punch. "I guess a new demigod immediately getting that high on the God's ranking can't be some fluke after all," muttered Water Haze, his voice tinged with grudging admiration and disbelief. Liam rose to his full height, his fist still clenched and smoldering from the impact. He stared indifferently at Water Haze, his expression a mask of calm despite the chaos he had just unleashed. Water Haze, a city-level Blessed with a true name, wasn't about to be outdone. He returned Liam's gaze with a fierce glare, refusing to back down even as unease gnawed at his insides. Water Haze had assumed Liam's placement among the top ten thousands of the God's ranking was a fluke. After a
The abyss pocket space was designed to hold an abyss prison, and within it, an abyssal entity. This pocket space was hidden within a portrait in Castle Deasil. For over a millennia, the space of this pocket realm remained intact, with no fractures or fissures, until this very day. The dark crimson clouds in the sky recoiled and squirmed almost in distress of an imminent attack. The thick clouds swirled, forming a massive tornado that tore through the sky. The unnaturally soft ground flowed like a wave, the mountains collapsed, and the sky began to fall. If you were to look from outside the pocket space, you would see a beam of light shooting through this apocalypse, tearing the unnatural elements asunder. With a deafening sonic boom, the beam of light smashed into the abyss prison. A wave of air pressure spread out from the point of impact, sending debris and dust into the red whirlwind storm. The wooden chains rattled but did not break. The forgotten God made no movements, as if
"Collapse and compress, cosmic dust." The realm felt and acknowledged Harper's presence, and as a sign of its submission, the space began to collapse as a result of Harper's pink stardust. The crimson clouds began to compress and implode on themselves, creating a devastating scene of destruction within the pocket space. It reached a point where a starry sky filled with endless, beautiful stars was revealed above Harper. From the looks of it, a single step was enough for her to cross into the space above, but she wasn't strong enough for that yet. Harper held onto Bell as she indifferently watched the world crumble around them. The scene below was nearly inconceivable to an ordinary human; it was a good thing Bell was unconscious. "Come to me, divine aspect." With a word from Harper, a pink spear that seemed forged from pink stardust materialized beside her. Unlike the previous nine spears she had summoned, this one was more tangible, resembling an actual spear that could be hel
Harper sucked in the hot, turbid air of the abyss pocket space. Their previous attack had dispersed the dark crimson clouds from their location, allowing Harper to finally have a clear look at her opponent. It was a powerful abyssal, a monstrosity that dwelled within the middle spectrum of the abyss realm. It was considered hideous in all the layers of the abyss realms. The monstrosity had four large eyes with crimson irises. Its body was covered in thick fur that dropped all the way below its ankles. The monstrosity’s body was fourteen times the size of Harper, resembling a small hill. It had long claws and unnaturally long arms that seemed capable of extending beyond their normal reach. Abyssals are more or less intelligent, sentient beings, which makes them even scarier than they are supposed to be. The dark clouds slowly returned, obscuring Harper's vision once more. ~This power wasn't achieved through the divine flame, nor a noble bloodline... Hehehe~ the abyssal chuckled, i
The blood that should have soaked Bell's clothes was nowhere to be seen, yet the gaping wound on her abdomen remained, along with the deep cut on her shoulder and the bruise on her ankle. Harper, though exhausted, couldn't ignore the bizarre situation. She had to find a healer, but until then, she encased Bell in her cosmic stardust, hoping to preserve the flame of her life as much as possible. Just as Harper was about to leave, the blood on her own clothes began to squirm unnaturally. Blood wasn't supposed to move on its own, especially not the blood of a mortal. Harper's brows furrowed, her lips parted lightly as if she was about to say something but didn’t know what. At that very moment, the blood from Harper's clothes floated bead by bead and began to flow towards Bell's pocket. Harper found this strange. As an experienced demigod, she had seen many unusual things, but this was a first. Even her divine senses couldn't pick up on what was happening. She reached towards Bell's
"Mr. George," Lilith called out skeptically, her voice a blend of anxiety and hesitation.Mr. George glanced around, noting the fear etched on the faces of the two women. He forced a light smile, attempting to shift the conversation. "Come on, guys, I’m sure none of us actually wants to be here. Why don't we find a way to speed things up so we can all be on our merry way? Hazel, you can go back to being a freak huntress, and Lilith, ah yes, my dear Lilith, you can go back to—" Mr. George paused awkwardly, remembering that mad clown had destroyed the spatial prison she was supposed to be guarding. Realization dawned on him. "Lilith, you're a powerful Blessed, an almighty at the state rank. You can do whatever you want.""It doesn’t work that way, Mr. George," Lilith replied blandly."Well then, how does it work? Because so far, it looks to me like you damn freak—I mean, Blessed humans have no respect for human life whatsoever," Mr. George said, struggling to maintain his smile."I kno