Chapter 262 A Gift From The Chaos Prince
Northern followed closely behind as Raven and Helena led him to this secret room.
When they got to the fourth floor, they crossed the bridge and entered the room.
Then Raven moved forward and gently pressed her foot on a certain brick.
Easily, the walls began to part, revealing a metallic surface with no doorframe.
'No wonder they called me.'
No matter how much they tried, entering the secret room was impossible.
After all, it was something created solely for the Chaos Prince.
Perhaps, it was even the main chamber that was meant to hold him captive.
Something he would be compelled to enter.
The only flaw in this plan was that the Chaos Prince's father, the Chaos King, never thought that his son would consume the Void.
Sadly, the Chaos Prince didn't get to use that ability for long, since the Chaos King's prison did not work, another one was created for him.
Fagnur spoke of how his master was imprisoned into a lifetime of journeying.
With his only destination being death.
Even though it was an incorporeal concept for a Tyrant like him.
There were many things that crossed Northern's mind from reading ten floors worth of scripts in over six hours.
And he didn't get bored at all, not even for a single moment.
Northern blinked his eyes—duplicating both pupils—they radiated a blue ethereal glow as he observed the fourth room.
Everything was normal, except the fact that all around was a dark purple stream of energy.
One he—at this point—wanted to believe was a more dense presence of Chaos.
A form of Chaos with a far more complex structure than he could understand, something more powerful than the regular.
And what he could trace was barely just a vestige of it.
This made him suspect… that perhaps… just perhaps, what provoked the Tower to call upon him was another Vestige of the Chaos Prince.
It was resonating with the one in him.
Northern carefully stepped forward and extended his hand, as his hand touched the door, it slipped through, like the black metallic surface was just a hologram.
He looked back at Raven and Helena whose curiosities were piqued to a high degree.
Then he turned his head back to the metallic surface, breathed, and entered.
Helena immediately hurried forward trying to follow through but she banged her head on the surface and staggered back.
"Looks like the flower boy here is the only special one," she commented wistfully, rubbing her forehead.
Raven just stared in silent amazement.
Inside the room was a thick fog of darkness, one that under no circumstances should the eyes of a mortal be able to see through.
But the problem, however, was… the one that was granted entry had no mortal's eyes.
Nor was it belonging to an Origin.
Tyrant? No.
It was a kind of eyes no one had ever seen, not even in history.
Shimmering with an azure glow, casting an eerie, mystic, and domineering gaze upon everything it set upon.
The darkness parted before it, bowing to the presence of an entity far greater than it had embraced.
The air shivered with a tender vibration.
Northern could see it all around him, he could feel it in his nerves.
This darkness… wasn't darkness…
These were beings… forged from the Void.
How should he put it—it was a bit tough to explain but it seemed like the Chaos Prince had some free time on his hands to play with the Void before getting imprisoned by the being from the Sun.
Who by now, Northern knew as the Origin of The Sun, Light of the world, The Burning Daystar, Tyrus.
Since he was the one that brought an end to the Chaos Prince, he was mentioned a couple of times in Fagnur's scripts in the Tower.
These beings, he could tell were just like what had happened to Night Terror.
Except that they had their own very souls forged from the Void itself.
He… was not at that level yet.
'They are definitely here to guard something.'
Northern looked around, all he could see was a fog of darkness retreating from him, they had no corporeal body and were like thick smoke but one that was strange at a glance.
Northern raised his head a little and asked, power dripping from his tone,
"What are you guarding?"
His usually hoarse voice came out a bit deeper, resounding like a hundred compressed voices just as he spoke with Koll.
Even Northern had not expected that monstrous tongue would proceed out of his mouth as he decided to address them.
The darkness crawled further backward and slowly, like that, the width of the room began to expand.
Growing wider and wider until the hexagon-shaped room was revealed fully.
It was a chamber of black metal, reinforced by the crudest of furnaces… perhaps the finest of craftsmanship.
And in its center stood a table, one with a small box sitting on it, as if waiting for the coming of a certain somebody—so that the prophecy might be fulfilled.
Northern slowly walked closer, to the center of the room and stopped in the middle of the table.
As he extended his hand to pick up the box, it retracted into a mechanism of metals, opening up itself to reveal a magnificent Tome.
One that sparkled in Northern's eyes.
Its cover was a stunning blend of azure and violet, shimmering as though infused with stardust and capturing the light in an ethereal dance of colors.
The leather was supple yet resilient, etched with intricate patterns that seemed to glow with every glance.
The edges of the tome were bound with ornate silver filigree, painstakingly crafted to resemble intertwining vines.
The corners were reinforced with gold, each one adorned with a unique, ancient rune that pulsed softly, as if containing a hidden power.
The spine of the tome was equally mesmerizing, with raised ridges that gave it an imposing presence.
Along it, in elegant calligraphy, were inscribed words in a long-lost language, glowing faintly in a spectral hue, reading:
Chaos Art Of Blistering Thousand Steps.
Immediately Northern read the words inwardly, a notification appeared before his eyes.
[Congratulations]
[You have found a Tome Of Art]
[You have found an Heritage: Chaos Art Of Blistering Thousand Steps]
[Do you want to absorb Heritage: Chaos Art Of Blistering Thousand Steps]