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Chapter 120 : Where does it come from?
Chapter 120 : Where does it come from?
Pov Elsa Frostine
"The space around us began to vibrate with an alarming intensity, and the walls surrounding us seemed to crumble before our eyes. Even the ground beneath our feet started to tremble violently, emitting a dull sound that mixed with the increasingly powerful explosions echoing in the distance.
Anthony's smile widened even further, radiating a sense of power that seemed to encompass everything in its path.
"The guardian has arrived," he announced solemnly, his voice resonating with authority over the tumultuous chaos unfolding around us. The aura surrounding him grew in intensity, projecting a force that defied reality itself.
"In an instant, the place fell into an ominous silence. Even the beat of my own heart seemed to fade amidst the stillness that enveloped everything. However, this sudden silence was quickly shattered by a cacophony of voices and murmurs that filled the space. Regrets and laments echoed in the air, enveloping me in an even darker atmosphere.
Darkness seized the surroundings, filling every corner with its oppressive presence.
"But the darkness emanating from Anthony rose like a wall against this grim threat. When his aura enveloped my body, the frenzied murmurs began to fade, although the persistent whispers still lingered, like ghostly voices refusing to vanish completely.
"Stay by my side. I cannot guarantee your protection against its insidious corruption," Anthony's deep voice resonated, filling the space with a seriousness that chilled my blood. A shiver of ancestral fear ran down my spine at his words.
"'Corruption,'" I repeated in a trembling voice, trying to grasp the gravity of the situation. Anthony's suspicions confirmed my own fears, unleashing a wave of anxiety that threatened to overwhelm me completely.
"Lysandra's melodious voice filtered into my consciousness, adding a new layer of concern to my already restless spirit. 'The murmurs and voices you heard when crossing the veil of darkness are signs of latent corruption, albeit of low level,' she explained solemnly.
Each word resonated in my mind like an ominous echo, evoking the memory of those sinister whispers that had tried to seduce me into darkness.
"A cold sweat beaded on my forehead as I relived the moment when I was on the verge of being consumed by the current of corrupting influences. The proximity of the abyss reminded me of the narrow line between salvation and damnation, and the dread that engulfed me threatened to drag me back into the darkness of no return.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM!
"The terrible explosions resounded with an even more devastating force, shaking the ground beneath our feet as chaos unfolded around us. And then, from the shadows of a nearby wall, emerged a monstrous creature. The walls around it collapsed with a roar, hurling debris everywhere and further darkening the atmosphere.
The oppressive darkness that surrounded us became even more suffocating, enveloping us in its relentless embrace.
"A sense of despair seized me as I struggled against the pressure looming over my soul. In that moment, I realized my own frailty compared to the rest of the group. The magnitude of the threat we faced was overwhelming, and I felt overwhelmed by the certainty of my own vulnerability amidst that unrestrained tumult.
"The titan was imposing and majestic in its entirety. Its figure was entirely black, as if carved from the darkest abyss. Its limbs were long and slender, almost unnaturally so, giving it a slim appearance that belied its immense size. Despite its thinness, there was an undeniable aura of power emanating from its figure.
"Its eyes, small and piercing, were like dark stones embedded in its face, shining with a malevolent intelligence. They seemed to glow with a sinister gleam, betraying the depth of the darkness lurking within.
"His entire body was marked by scars, etched into his obsidian-like skin. These scars, remnants of past battles, added a mottled texture to its form, giving it a unique, almost otherworldly appearance. The scars seemed to tell a story of countless conflicts and struggles endured by this ancient being.
"The darkness surrounding the titan seemed to swirl and gather around its figure, enveloping it in an impenetrable veil. It was as if the darkness itself were an extension of its being, wrapping it like a protective cloak and obscuring any additional details from view.
"'Prepare yourself, it's a Maximum-Platinum titan,' Anthony's voice resonated with a solemnity that sent chills down my spine, while the aura around him took on an even denser form. With trembling hands, I drew my sword from its sheath with a metallic screech. Fear engulfed me, no, I was plunged into a profound terror.
A Maximum-Platinum rank titan was an entity that my Silver rank soul could barely comprehend, let alone face. But still, I refused to remain inert. Despite my weakness, my frailty, I knew I had to act. I couldn't stay paralyzed. I had to do something, even if it was small. With a firm grip, I felt my hand clutching the hilt of my sword, seeking to find in it a source of courage and determination.
"The creature, with slow and deliberate movements, approached us, its dark eyes scrutinizing every corner with a malevolent intensity. 'I'm surprised you managed to penetrate the veil of darkness I myself established,' resonated its voice, deep and hoarse, with a tone of disdain and twisted satisfaction. 'The others couldn't even get through it, you know? They went mad, tearing each other apart.
I didn't have to do anything,' it continued, its tone dripping with palpable malice. 'But there was an exception. Some managed to escape, but then I hunted them all down,' it declared with cold calmness, as its limbs began to strike the surrounding stones with a sinister and resonant sound."
"'Do you know where this place comes from?' its eyes burned with unrestrained madness. 'People, humans, and elves...
If we gather large numbers of Platinum-ranked individuals in one place and they perish in that same place, can you conceive the magnificent landscape that could arise?' Its voice resonated with a macabre tone, while its gaze roamed the surroundings with a mixture of delight and perversion."