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
Liam shot through the clouds, leaving behind a trail of crimson light. He closed his eyes and absorbed the feeling of freedom that came with being a demigod.Liam's speed instantly accelerated as he soared away at the speed of sound. He circled around the clouds, maneuvering like a bird. Inevitably, Liam began to spread his divine sense. The moment he did so, he perceived the world in a different light—the clouds, the wind, even the people in the city and everything his powerful divine sense could cover. He could perceive it all.Liam began to experiment. He focused his divine sense on the humans alone until they morphed into small balls of flame within his perception. Most of these flames were white, but occasionally, some red flames would appear. These red flames varied in intensity—some big, some small, some flickering, and some blazing. The red ones were all demigods, and the white ones were normal humans.Liam stopped when he noticed other divine senses expressing rage and disple
"She's lying to you, Liam." Hybris's cold voice echoed in Liam's mind, the words a chilling reminder of the gravity of the situation. That was all he needed to end this charade. "Prepare yourself, Midas," Liam said, his voice a resolute whisper of determination. As his words hung in the air, a crimson aura began to envelop him, radiating with an intensity that signaled his readiness for battle. Midas sighed, a resigned look crossing her face. "I wish it didn't have to come to this." She raised her gloved hands, which immediately glowed with a golden hue. The ground beneath her feet began to shimmer, the trees and leaves, even the cascading waterfall, transformed by her touch. Her authority turned everything to gold, creating an otherworldly, gilded landscape. Liam didn't wait for her to strike first. He launched himself at her, his speed blinding. Midas barely had time to react. She stomped her feet into the ground, causing it to sink and rise in uneven waves. The earth, where it l
Midas stomped the ground with force, causing it to sink and form a smooth slope. In the next instant, hundreds of golden tendrils shot out from the earth, homing in on Liam like guided missiles. Liam maneuvered in the air, blasting crimson flares that burned with fierce intensity at the golden tendrils, but their numbers were overwhelming. He soared higher, aiming to create more distance. Suddenly, a golden tendril lashed around his ankle. Without hesitation, Midas yanked him downward, smashing him into the slope. With a swift motion of her hands, Midas manipulated the golden earth to rise, forming thick walls that encircled Liam. Before he could react, she sealed the top, trapping him within. Midas began to bury the golden prison further into the ground, her intent clear: to entomb him. A county-level demigod could survive several days without oxygen, so trapping Liam for an hour or two wouldn't cause much harm. Just then, the ground trembled, as if a powerful force was bei