parentshiftbook Chapter 138: Back To The Waking World, But Only A Nightmare Awaits
Chapter 138: Back To The Waking World, But Only A Nightmare Awaits
Merciless realized his time here was up when he felt the familiar tug of reality pull him back from the depths of his inner world. He had just cultivated a vast, altered landscape—a chaotic region imbued with the essence of stolen dreams—but further progress would have to wait.
With one last look at the towering Celestial tree, now more beautiful than ever, and the newly formed regions, he allowed himself a moment of satisfaction. Each fragment he had ingested was a step forward in his quest for more power, and while it was only a small step, it was still progress nonetheless.
"Mmm, not a bad hall at all; this was a much-needed step forward. Silk, you did well in this case; just don’t push yourself too hard."
Merciless spoke to Silk as he rose from his laying position and began walking forward. His mind
"Holy shit!!"
Merciless breathed, taking in the surroundings.
The sky above was a tapestry of swirling auroras, their vivid colors throwing an eerie glow over the terrain. Despite the brilliance, there was no sun; only an unending expanse of darkness broken up by shifting lights.
Massive, jagged mountains loomed in the distance, their summits slicing through the sky like the teeth of a massive beast. The air was thick with a sense of foreboding as if the entire atmosphere was alive with evil.
Beneath his feet, the sand was cold and grainy, but when he looked at the water, he saw something far worse. The ocean; if it could even be called that; was a viscous, purple muck that oozed and writhed as if it had a mind of its own.
The shoreline was lined with twisted, gnarled remains of trees, their bark blackened and split, seeping a dark substance into the ground.
"What the hell is this place?"
Merciless ask before another question escapes.
"No better yet, where is Hector."
And the moment he asked that it was when his question was answered in the most fucked up way possible.
A single drop of blood fell from above, splattering on the ground before him, while some splatter on his face.
"Ha?!...
Merciless said as he slowly began to look up, his breath catching in his throat.
Hector, along with several others, hung in the air like macabre marionettes. Their bodies were torn apart, limbs severed and floating separately in the air, yet there was no blood, no gore. Instead, their flesh had been transmuted into wood, their skin hardened into smooth, lifeless surfaces.
The joints of their bodies, where the limbs had been separated, were connected by thin, golden threads that glowed with an otherworldly light, suspending them in a ghastly display.
"Whatttt the fwuckkkk....
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