Chapter 650 - Creators Temple (3) (2/2)
If this was supposed to be what magical modernity would look like in this universe, then the Firuman realm he had been living in all this time was no more different from an era where people still lived in mud huts and hunted animals with hand-made spears. This new realm also seemed to be thrice the size of Firuman!
“What is this place? Could it be the ancient epic that the game’s mission was referring to?” Link frowned at this. He was still flying towards the mirror.
Just as he pondered the scene before him, suddenly, another change occurred. This time, a huge meteorite fell from the sky, landing squarely on one of the largest continents in the mirror’s reflection.
The meteorite was 300 feet wide. Upon impact, it set off a massive explosion, decimating an entire city within seconds. People from neighboring cities came in from all corners to put out the fire before it could spread any further. Soon, the meteorite’s core was discovered in the middle of the crater.
Link strained his eyes at it. The core was an unevenly shaped piece of rock with a diameter of 20 inches. Its material seemed to be of extraterrestrial origin. It was mostly white, like a piece of jade. However, unlike most pieces of jade, it was giving off a black smoke-like aura.
It then fell into the hands of an important-looking Magician with incredible power.
The Magician brought the stone back to his magical laboratory and began researching and experimenting with its properties in order to draw out its full potential.
Finally, a familiar-looking, six-toothed gear was brought into existence by the Magician’s hands.
At this point, something clicked in Link’s mind. However, he continued watching the scene in the mirror unfold before him, in order to have all the facts in his hands.
In the reflection, after completing the gear, the Magician began infusing his power into it in order to test out it. The gear continued drawing power from its maker without any sign of stopping. There was no turning back at that point. In order to see his experiment through, the Magician kept on finding new sources of energy for the six-toothed gear to feed on. Finally, tragedy struck.
There was a sudden flash of white light before him. When it subsided, Link saw that the Magician’s entire city had evaporated completely, along with the Magician himself.
Light surged out in every direction. It seemed to intensify more and more as it spread out. No one could stop it. Anyone who tried to was simply erased from existence.
As the light spilled forth, Link saw something resembling a dragon escaping into the Void. He then saw a powerful Magician sacrificing himself in order to split open the realm! He also saw demon-like creatures spilling out into the Void.
In this world of infinite light, the six-toothed gear slowly rose up in the light and then vanished into the Sea of Void. Back in the evaporated city, Link could see that not everyone had perished in the catastrophe.
Link saw a young man lying on the ground, unconscious. To his surprise, he realized that the man resembled Nozama. After the gear of light had vanished in the sky, he regained consciousness. His eyes were then glued to the sky for a long time.
Link stared at the young man. He then noticed that he was grasping a black stone in his hand. The stone seemed to be issuing a black aura, which continuously seeped into the young man’s body. His eyes gradually turned red throughout the entire process.
Looking closely at the black stone, Link realized that it was a mass of black impurity left behind by the meteorite’s core.
Could it be that this is what prehistoric Firuman used to look like? But how on earth did all this end up here in the Creator’s Temple in a realm so far away from Firuman? Could it be due to the six-toothed gear? Link grew even more bewildered.
Just then, the reflection of prehistoric Firuman on the mirror suddenly disappeared. A pristine blue background appeared in its place. Three balls of light floated in it. Two of them were white and black respectively. The third one was completely devoid of color.
Link strained his eyes at them. In an instant, the game system tagged each of the balls of light before him with their corresponding labels: the Portal of Light, the Portal of Darkness, and the Portal of Truth.
Beyond their names, no other information about them was given to Link.
A message from the game system then popped up in his field of vision:
Choose the portal that you wish to enter.