Chapter 437: Lilith - Hesitation (2/2)
”We are doing all we can! Fuck! Where the hell is Saleh?” A man clad in snow-white frosted armor screamed towards another wrapped in a similar type of gear.
”A few guests have already identified the source of the poison —it's a Type LXS-23, aka VALA.” The Second warrior informed solemnly, covered in a hue of sweat.
”Damn it. Vernan is outraged. His Qi is going out of control!”Said the First Soldier stepping onto the hexagonal artifact vanishing in a wisp of light.
Dropping my barrier, I sighed, arching my head onto Sene's chest, ”What am I suppose to do?”
”Make it, so everyone who enters or leaves this gates that is not us enters the Pale Gate.” He softly murmured with a chilling stare.
Wiggling my way out of his arms, I approached the artifact shimmering with energy with a downcasted expression. Sensing another world energy both in space and out, a solemn expression hung upon my lips.
Tracing my hands over the artifact, my emblem appeared glowing with abyssal Qi. Sending my will into the Sprial Artifact, a faint connection buzzed between my crest and this device.
Space was quite odd in many ways as it existed like darkness everywhere. There was no escaping it unless one entered a void, where space and various other Dao's have not fully formed. However, this hidden world was neither in the void nor reality but rather both.
A hidden pocket dimension.
”How long?” Startling me, Arsene inquired, stroking the nape of my back.
”Should have done this before we went into training.” I softly replied as hundreds of spiral strings began to coil from my crest and onto the artifact, ”A few hours and if things go bad, a day. I can bypass a few of their defensives, as there was not a lot. Probably thought someone would never get this close, or they were simply that confident.”
Curling his lips downwards, Arsene's touch grew a little harder, to my surprise. ”Any way to speed it up? Like with the Dao of Time?”
Halting my process, I turned to Arsene. Something was definitely wrong, ”What happened?”
Retreating back a single step, he bitterly smiled, ”How is it you can always tell?”
”I can tell you the average beats your heart makes throughout the day without anything going on. When your stressed, and when you're angry, you know.”
”You stalking me?”
”Never stopped. Now tell me, what is going on?” I insisted, frowning deeply.
Hesitant, he sighed, ”Guess you might know. I am hearing this voice.”
”Does it sound like you?”
”No.”
”Does it feel like Tenebrae?”
”No.”
”Does it hold familiarity?”
”—no.”
Pounding deeply against my chest, my stomach and heart began to twist, bringing a wave of nausea that slapped me hard. There was a faint pause during his last answer.