Inside the passage, Orochi looked around him with peculiar eyes. Surrounded by purple lights, blue fish with rectangular gills flying around, and the smell of metallic blood pervaded the atmosphere. 'Such a wonder. I feel that I've returned to the Domain of Gods, Kingdom of Erelius.',
With nothing in sight but fish and purple light. Orochi walked forward while reminiscing about the Kingdom of Erelius. One of the Great Kingdoms in the Domain of Gods, ruled by Erelius, the God of Star, his eldest brother.
Due to his greatness, the kingdom's name had to be renamed after his name. Wrathful and invincible in the war. Slaying 5 heads of major gods and conquering their domains was one of his glorious records.
'I am far from him at peak. Brother Erelius had bathed and seemed to have bathed in our father's glory possessing such talent.'
They're obviously the same blood. But the gap of talent was like that of Heaven and Earth. Orochi couldn't help but become more determined. His goal wasn't in the mere mortal realm... But to come back to the Domains of God and probe his father wrong about him.
As he thought of his father. For the first time, a deep sense of fear and worship appeared on Orochi's face. His father, Prebeluem, the God of Cosmos! Incomparable in all realms. The Head of the Council of Gods!
Orochi quickly suppressed the Prebeluem's name and immediately stopped thinking about him. Just one careless bad thought or word to Prebeluem was enough for him to trace a being. Orochi couldn't afford to reveal his whereabouts with his current strength.
At this moment, Orochi felt several familiar presences behind him. 'Here am I. Surrounded with mortals while my brother was enjoying glory. No matter what. I'll surpass him!
The potential of the Sun Domain is quite frightening, even at the standards of God's Domain. He just doesn't know how to unlock it. But now, after being banished to the mortal realm. Orochi figured it out. He was enlightened.
"The at the end of the tunnel isn't real. It should be called the darkness at the end of the tunnel."
Kenjaku's voice sounded. In the tunnel, there was a black spot of raging darkness with hundreds of tentacles and colored ink wriggling in random directions. Every time the purple light touches the darkness, they're being devoured, destroyed, and assimilated.
Subtly, Orochi, Dylan, and the rest couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust in the deepest of their hearts. They didn't know where this feeling even came from and why. They're not disgusted visually, but deeper than that. As if their entire existence was repulsed by the presence of the tentacles in the darkness.
"What is this aura? Do you also feel it? It's quite suffocating the closer we are." Hank becomes apprehensive about the darkness at the end of the passage.
Kenjaku even began to walk slowly at this time.
Kevin, who noticed this, had a mocking expression. 'There's no danger yet but this damned Kenjaku already shows a sign of backing out from his promise. What a hopeless man. He's indeed an excellent strategist, but he doesn't have good qualities of a teammate.'
Kenjaku, who noticed Kevin's expression, suddenly felt embarrassed. However, experienced as he is, immediately calmed down and picked up his pace. 'There's no point backing out now! Although it's unbecoming of me to risk my life. We've already come this far. Not to mention, If I try to go back alone. I'll surely need to face the Warmongers alone and the obstacles we passed. Just crossing the River of Death alone filled with piranhas is already a challenge.'
Just like that, the group of five arrived at the end of the path. They didn't even manage to react before the tentacles shot out, wrapping their bodies tightly, and began to pull them.
"Don't resist..." Dylan said calmly which made the others calm down a little. "These tentacles don't cause harm to the body. Unfortunately, if you resist just now. It will swallow your spirit. Your mind and consciousness will be devoured with your body becoming a blank slate."
Hearing Dylan's explanation made everyone shudder. On Kevin's forehead, beads of cold sweat were formed, and the hair on his body stood out. At this time, he didn't dare to even put an ounce of resistance.
'This mountain is really scary. I wonder what its origin was...'
With that, the strong suction force acted on their body as the tentacle gradually pulled them. There's no sense of tightness. The mana in their body flowed stiffly, as if scared at the tentacles' presence. Of course, this was just their imagination due to paranoia. How could mana have consciousness?
As time went by, they could see nothing but infinite darkness that embraced their vision. An hour, two hours, a day, a month?
No one knew how much time had passed. They could only vaguely perceive each other. Sounds that came out of their mouth were being devoured like the one outside. With no communication and nothing but an endless void of insights. It was testing their sanity.
In the end, Orochi and the rest felt dizzy. Dylan and Kenjaku vomited on the spot due to the sensation of their stomach-turning upside down.
Kevin suppressed the intense pounding in his head and looked around. It was a spacious hall. On four sides, there were darkened walls and various shapes of mosaics and statues made of clay.
The ground looks moist with slight cracks like a spiderweb. Dylan, who finally vomited the contents of his stomach, exhaled. Then he looked around with a gaze filled with excitement. 'My dream profession is finally within my grasp!'
"Let's go!"
Dylan urged.
On the other hand, Kenjaku began to analyze the patterns and drawings on the wall filled with deep meanings.
Then he saw in the wall a drawn hooded figure with a two-meter-long rapier. Below him, there was an ancient text written in the Greek language.
'When the azure star fell to the sky. The Earth suffered a cataclysm. The twilight of blood is about to come.'
Kenjaku scratched his head in confusion. 'Huh? What did I just read just now?' He quickly forgot the meaning of the words or what he read just now, leaving him appalled and lost. 'Forget about it. It should not matter that much. Maybe my age is already making me forgetful?'