Walls of The Damned

Achilles involuntarily gulped down at the sight in front of him that made him wonder to himself:

'What is the meaning of this?'

Two skeletons that were greatly contrast to each other suddenly appeared in the throne room and now were looking at him as if they were alive.

Achilles took a deep breath and walked deeper room to take a closer look at the two skeletons, their skulls also moved along as they monitored every movement of his. It was then that he began noticing some minor details about the two of them, the black skeleton was smaller when compared to the white skeleton, the former only reached the latter's shoulder.

...And there was also this sense of familiarity that he felt from the two of them.

Achilles stared back at the skeletons into their eyes' sockets, trying to figure out what these things truly were. As his eyes focused entirely into the black skeleton, a series of images got poured directly into his head. He clutched his head in pain as the orb in front of him that represented his soul flickered intensely.

The images that Achilles saw was him, with half of his body covered by dirt worms with sharp teeth. He saw him dodging through wind blades and resisting the large wind to reach for something.

He saw himself touched something with his worm hand while muttering something and his left eye grew bright red. Then the worms wriggled madly, showing their sharp teeth and lunged forward, after that everything went black.

"Hah!"

Achilles snapped back to reality while gasping greedily for air, his back was covered with cold sweats and his eyes were bloodshot. After a while, his breathing returned to normal and he started assessing the images he saw. They belonged to none other than...

'...This body's former owner.' His face turned a bit grim at the thought.

The black skeleton was most likely the representation of the boy whose soul he had devoured and taken over the body. The images he saw were the unknown boy's final moments before death.

Achilles was 90 percent sure that his deduction was correct. But to ensure that it was indeed as he had thought, he directed his gaze to the white skeleton next to the boy. He began staring directly into its eyes sockets which were filled with all sorts of dark emotions.

A while later, a series of images once again flashed into his mind like a film. He was prepared this time so he only bit his lower lip slightly to endure the pain.

What appeared in his mind was also him, who stood silently with his back showing. This went on for a moment before the image suddenly changed, it blurred and shuddered for a moment before returning to normal.

Achilles saw him holding a broom with a metal handle dashing toward his view while swinging the broom. After that the images shuddered once again before moving down, facing the ground. Just as it was about to return to normal, the view shook violently for a whole minute.

It returned to normal once more, with Achilles looking at something from above, his eyes turned bright red while saying something.

...The rest was history.

Achilles once again regained consciousness as he massaged his temples.

'...Well, that checks it.'

These were indeed the two representations of his two victims, the unfortunate boy and the bulky man whom he didn't know the name of.

Achilles' face turned grimmer each second he looked at the skeleton, somewhere in his heart, he felt a slight hint of guilt for killing two innocent people.

'Haa...What has been done is already done. No point thinking about that anymore.' He shook his head and chased away the emotion.

He gazed at them for a while then realized something as his brows furrowed:

'Where's the rat and the crow?'

If these walls were the place where his victims being held, then there should also be the rat and the crow he had killed two weeks ago. But to his surprise there was no sign of them, this sparked a few theories inside him as he scratched his chin a little:

'Are only Divine gets impaled here or maybe only those whom I feel guilty with appeared here? And also, why are their colors different?'

'Questions, questions...'

The more Achilles thought about it, the more questions he had, at some point, he decided to stop thinking about it any further:

'Whatever, I'll figure out about it sooner or later anyway. No need to rush.'

Achilles directed his eyes to what he was really here for, checking on his soul. The soul seemed to have become a little larger, and the light it emanated also grew brighter as well.

'Hmm...I've grown stronger compare to a few weeks ago. This is good.' He thought to himself in satisfaction.