After passing through the mysterious wall, Roy and his wife found themselves in a magnificent hallway with high ceilings and marble floors.
Chandeliers were hanging from the ceiling, glittering like stars in the night sky.
Expensive-looking paintings covered the walls.
The Formless Siren looked at them with the curiosity of a child, and then her eyes widened as if she had seen something horrifying.
Each depicted horrendous corpses, some with beast-like claws and others with swords and staffs, and one of them, a corpse with claws for weapons, winked at her, enticing a scared yell out of her!
“Don’t look at them, or you might piss in your bed tonight.”
Roy teased her, thinking that she was afraid of the paintings, still unaware that there was something supernatural about them.
“You…!!”
The Formless Siren flared up at him, her cheeks puffing up and redness suffusing her face, and now she looked even more irresistible. She had the idea of jumping into his embrace and crying about what she saw, but now it was all but gone.
Her freckle-like scales intensified the sexiness and cuteness oozing out of her.
Roy was reminded of a squirrel, seeing her like that.
“Pfft.” He couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of her.
He found her too cute at this moment and realized it was fun to tease her.
She rolled her eyes at him in anger and looked around.
The end of the hallway couldn’t be seen.
She chased after Tevenlor, asking him, “Mister, this hallway is?”
“The safest shortcut to the dragon’s pond.”
“It doesn’t seem safe to me.”
Tevenlor stopped and turned to her questioningly.
“What do you mean?”
The Formless Siren pointed at the paintings, saying, “There’s something wrong about these-“
They had only entered it when Voss was notified of her disappearance from the chamber.
“ROOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!”
The Evil God, Voss, bellowed with rage, finding out that the Formless Siren, a woman he had laid claim to, had run away to God knows where.
Its roar, akin to a thundering sky, shook the entire Ashen Land itself, reverberating from the center of its northern mountain range and spreading outwards in all directions like a tsunami.
Sharp glints flickered in Roy’s narrowed eyes. This was the thunderous roar that Damien had warned him about. He had promised him that he would run away right after hearing it, but now he had changed his mind. He could tell it belonged to Voss, and it alone was enough to tell him that he was no match for him. However, Voss wouldn’t be the one he would face as he was pinned to a mountain and couldn’t personally hunt down someone. Thus, he didn’t feel worried.
“Find her! Break her legs, tie her up, and bring her back to me at all cost, even if it means offending all the dwellers of the Ashen Land or flipping over the land!”
The air itself seemed to explode because of Voss’s words infused with Power Force.
Ripping through the earth, they flashed deep underground, echoing in the Ancestral Land of the Baldwin Clan, which was built right beneath the Ashen Land.
His words struck Roy’s and his wife’s ears like bolts of lightning, deafening them.
Upon hearing his words, her heart thumped faster than ever, her face wrapped up in fear and horror, and she felt weak in her knees.
She was familiar with him and knew how crazy he was for her. He was literally crazy about her and wanted to torture her to death.
Not wanting to hear his words, she instinctively clutched her ears and closed her eyes, her whole body leaning and pressing against the wall. She seemed to want to dig a hole and hide in it to avoid him.
Roy was about to walk up to her to comfort her when Voss’s voice rang in his ears again.
“And kill whoever is responsible for bringing her away.”
Voss snorted and stomped his feet thousands of miles away from Roy, Tevenlor, and the Female Siren, yet they felt the ground under them shaking like the belly of a belly dancer.
Roy stabilized himself quickly, and so did Tevenlor. The formless siren used the wall to support herself, feeling breathless as her trauma haunted her.
She was completely unaware of the changes the painting behind her was experiencing.
All of a sudden, barely noticeable energy fluctuations took place around them.
It escaped Tevenlor’s senses but not Roy’s.
He turned to look at its source, only to realize that it was coming from the painting on the wall just behind his wife.
Roy’s eyebrows raised in shock.
The freakish corpse inside of it was coming to life!
It jumped out of the painting, pouncing on the Formless Siren. She didn’t even feel it or realize that its claws were threatening to gorge her flesh and still stood traumatized, worried about what Voss would do to her if he caught her.
“Look out!” Tevenlor shouted. He was too far to help her.
Roy flicked his wrist, and blue threads made of mana extended out of his fingers, fastening around her slender body instantly. Then, he pulled his hand backwards, and his mana threads yanked her out of Death’s jaw and straight into his manly embrace.
The putrid corpse missed her by a few inches and its expression twisted.
“Fuck you! If not for you, she would have already entered my stomach.”
Furious, it bellowed at the man who was embracing its prey.
Roy was surprised to hear it speak his language.
Hearing its words, the Formless Siren raised her head from her husband’s chest and looked back, only to see something straight out of a nightmare.
“What the heck is that?” She was disgusted with what she saw.
The creature was two heads taller than herself, about two meters tall.
It did have eye sockets, but no eyes.
They, however, weren’t empty.
Black, putrid liquid could be seen swimming in them.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
A few droplets came out of the corners of its eye sockets and dripped on the marbled floor, melting away the tile as it took a step toward them.