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A green portal stood at the centre of aassive hall, the aura emanating from this portal seemed to give off this green and timeless phenomenon that no one could understand, the next moment a figure jumped oit of this mysterious portal.
He landed no his feet and looked around, Zilong had reverted back to his human form, the hall was as empty as ever, illuminated only by the torches on the walls.
Zilong, who was felling refreshed because he had just broken through to the peek stage of the mortal rank.
Yep.., Zilong didn't know for how long he's been there but he was able to break through during that time.
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One the other side of the door....
Stoic walked with measured steps, escorting the unknown figure down a dimly lit corridor. Each step echoed ominously off the stone walls, amplifying the tension in the air. The figure beside him was cloaked, his presence imposing and suffused with a palpable, almost crushing pressure. Stoic could feel it—an aura that seemed to press against his very soul, a weight that made each breath more labored and each heartbeat more pronounced.
As they approached the large, ancient door, the figure turned to Stoic, his voice a low, menacing growl. "Why did you release the Mind Purge from its cage?"
Stoic opened his mouth to respond, but the figure, radiating an authority that brooked no delay, did not wait for an answer. He pushed the door open with a forceful motion, and the heavy wooden structure groaned in protest before swinging wide.
Both men were struck by what they saw. The room, dimly illuminated by flickering torches, was dominated by the massive, lifeless form of the Mind Purge, a creature once feared for its power and ferocity. Its corpse lay sprawled across the stone floor, it's body burnt to a crisp.
Atop the Mind Purge's corpse sat a man, his presence immediately commanding attention. He exuded a deadly aura, a dark energy that seemed to thrum with malevolence. His eyes glinted with a cold, calculating light, and a faint, sinister smile played on his lips as he regarded the newcomers.
The man sitting atop the Mind Purge's lifeless body was an enigma wrapped in an aura of danger. He had short, blue hair that seemed to shimmer with an almost otherworldly sheen, catching the light in a way that made it appear as though each strand was individually glowing. His neon blue eyes were striking, piercing through the dim light of the room with an intensity that was both mesmerizing and terrifying.
This man radiated a deadly aura, a palpable field of energy that seemed to hum with suppressed power. It was as if the very air around him was charged with electricity, crackling with potential violence. His presence dominated the room, making the already grim atmosphere even more oppressive.
Despite the macabre throne he had chosen, his demeanor was calm, almost casual. There was a cold confidence in the way he carried himself, an unspoken message that he was in complete control of the situation. The sinister smile on his lips suggested a mind always at work, calculating and planning, enjoying the fear he inspired in those around him.
His neon blue eyes were perhaps his most striking feature. They glowed with an unnatural luminescence, cutting through the gloom like twin beacons. These eyes were windows to a mind that seemed to operate on a different level, filled with a cold, analytical intelligence. They betrayed no emotion, only a relentless focus and an unnerving detachment.
As he sat atop the corpse of the Mind Purge, his posture was relaxed yet alert, as if he were a predator perfectly at ease in his environment. His hands rested lightly on his knees, fingers drumming an idle rhythm that belied his readiness to spring into action at a moment's notice.
The contrast between his serene demeanor and the brutal scene around him only added to his mystique. The lifeless body of the Mind Purge beneath him, a creature once considered invincible, highlighted his power and ruthlessness. It was clear that this man was no ordinary adversary; he was a force to be reckoned with, a harbinger of death and destruction.
The sight of this mysterious figure intensified the shock and dread that Stoic and the emissary felt. Here was a man who had single-handedly defeated the Mind Purge, a feat that should have been impossible. The emissary's earlier confidence had evaporated, replaced by a wary respect for the stranger's power. Stoic's fear deepened, knowing that his own fate now hung in the balance.
The mysterious man, with his blue hair, neon blue eyes, and deadly aura, was a symbol of a new and terrifying power. His presence was a grim reminder of the shifting forces at play, and the uncertain, dangerous path that lay ahead for all who crossed his path.
The unknown figure beside Stoic froze, his earlier confidence replaced by a flicker of surprise and wariness. The sight of the dead Mind Purge, a creature meant to be an unbeatable force, felled by this enigmatic man, was enough to shake even the most resolute.
Stoic, meanwhile, felt a wave of dread crash over him. The unknown figure—an emissary known for his ruthlessness and power—had uncovered the truth behind Stoic's actions. The emissary's discovery of the slain Mind Purge meant there would be consequences, and Stoic's failure was now laid bare.
'..Zilong!!, how did that brat survive...no..how did he manage to bring down the mind purge, tha creature was invincible...and why is he so....'
The emissary's gaze shifted to Stoic, his eyes narrowing with a mixture of anger and contempt. The pressure of his aura intensified, pressing down on Stoic like an invisible weight. The room seemed to shrink, the air growing colder as the reality of the situation sank in.
"What's going on?..".
Stoic's heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the dread that filled him. The emissary's wrath was a storm on the horizon, and Stoic knew he would not escape its fury. The room, once a mere holding cell, had become a crucible of fear and judgment.