The Artificial Dungeon [Part 2]

Northern's mouth slowly dropped, his eyes widening for a second then creasing into a deep, frightened grimace.

'What in the world...'

The air around the open space crackled with pale blue lightning that flowed through each other in slow motion. It was like severed threads of lightning were falling in an extremely decelerated time flow.

The soft glow shimmering from each lightning bolt as they crackled and, even though slowly, passed through each other was what illuminated the wide area of the dungeon.

Compared to the pitch-black tunnels, this place radiated with a soft blue hue. And even though Northern did not need it, seeing was made easy nonetheless.

The digits of Northern's hand slowly curled around the grip of the hammer, clenching tightly as he braced himself internally.

At first, he could not make out what it was, but for everything his mundane eyes did not understand, Chaos Eyes already had answers for.