Chapter 348: Temple of Endless Darkness - Concept (2/2)

”Oh! I see so that's why he is like this.” I whispered before an idea hit me.

SUcking the qi from the air into my palm, the Crest of Darkness began to take form. Watching the swelling flow emblem, I could feel the sliver of darkness within me quiver rushing to my palm. Soon the birth of a dark ember shone like a faded star, sucking the very light away.

Placing my left hand upon the veil, I did not feel rejection but instead accepted as a large ripple began to echo like lost bells. Its sound was captivating, holding vibrations that sent my understanding of darkness to another level.

Space soon began to distort, revealing a void of nothingness, a void of darkness. That hid behind creation. With each ripple, the ember within my hand would grow till all that was left was a lamp housing a small black flame.

The Flame did not appear profound, neither did the lamp, but as its light shone, the ripple around the room vanished, leaving only a temple entirely formed by black crystals in my view. It was magnificent, mighty, and captivating, yet, it somehow appeared to be dampened by the light of darkness within my palm.

”You did it?” Gurvel whispered from behind me.

Not in the least survive by his timely awakening, I did not attempt to show emotions. He was, after all, far stronger than I even in that state of his. A single slap could kill me with ease.

”Yes, want to come? or will you remain here?” I said, stepping forward towards the crystal temple that honestly looked more to be a palace than a temple.

”I shall accompany you,” He hastily said, attempting to hide his intent, unaware of my mortal Dao. Gurvel was weak, not even able to use his divinity. Peering into his heart was but a simple task. I knew all too well his intent to escape this place.

Struggling to stand, he took my arm as steams of endless darkness flooded my lamp. Revealing all his fruitless attempts. Appearing as he aged a few years back, his shriveled hair grew a bit in color and texture, while a hint of muscles could be seen beginning to return.

Hiding a smile within my eyes, I strolled towards the entrance. Shadowing my steps, Gurvel's heart began to thunder uncontrollably as he could not hide the relief.

”What is your name.” He asked,

”Abaddon,” I told, without lie.

Standing at the entrance, the words of Noctem whispered into my ears, ”Eternal,” It said, revealing nothing but a single text.

”You see something?” Gurvel inquired with his mighty voice.

”No need to scream!” I jokingly said, watching a faint blush grace his cheeks.

”Sorry, it's been so long since I felt this good.”

”But no, I don't see anything, just thinking of home,” I softly said, stepping past the entrance of darkness and into something new altogether.