The rest of the catacombs had an odd light radiating from it that felt like it came from nowhere and yet everywhere at once. It was gentle, and non-abrasive, yet always there.
Here, though, there was no such thing. There was just darkness as far as the eye could see, and if not for his map slowly populating with every step he took, Grey couldn’t have guaranteed that he wouldn’t run into any walls.
’This isn’t good.’
Grey tried to recall if he had anything that could exude any light and ended up pulling out the Spear of Purpose. However, not long later, he found a flashlight in Joaquin’s things.
At least the piggy was good for something.
’This better not be a fleshlight.’
Grey clicked the first button he could feel for and a sweeping cone of light extended out before him.
’Better.’
He continued forward. It shouldn’t be long now.
It, indeed, wasn’t long... before he ran into another dead end.
...
Grey’s eye twitched as he looked toward the sheer cliff before him. He tilted the flashlight up to see there was another sheer cliff just conveniently waiting for him on the other side...
A 50-foot jump and 500-foot drop between them.
Grey tilted the flashlight down again, trying to see if the light could catch a bottom somewhere. But there was nothing. The light just endlessly expanded until it became so thin it couldn’t illuminate anything more of the darkness below.
’Fantastic.’
Grey shook his head, sweeping the flashlight from side to side. But as far as he could tell, there was no other path. In fact, these two sheer cliffs were the two closest points in this valley. The further left or right you went, the more the two sides curved away from each other.
’Can I jump that distance?’
Grey immediately dismissed the idea. His stats were too low, and Metal Body made him too heavy. He’d be asking to fall to his death if he even tried.
Ideas flickered by one after another in his mind. At some point he even thought of trying to use some combination of his Magnetic Abilities and Metal Affinity to carry himself across.
But even that seemed a far cry from possible.
That would require those abilities being strong enough to carry his weight. If he could have done that with his body now, he would have probably been invincible in this city.
He ran another hand through his hair, exhaling a breath.
He knew that Baron Giyoto’s stuff was nearby. Right beyond this obstacle, actually. But it might as well be a world away.
The only viable solution seemed to be to try to climb down to find a bottom, then scale up the other side. But he had no idea how deep that hole was or what the hell was down there.
Grey found himself frowning.
Why was the Church even built on a crack like this? That didn’t seem very structurally sound.
’If this was a comic book they’d be doing it to suppress evil or some shit. Who am I kidding, this is already worse than a comic book.’
Grey sighed and squatted down near the edge of the cliff, staring down into the silence.
A gust of wind blew up and pinned his hair back, an eerie whistle following it.
’That’s not creepy at all.’
Grey looked up. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this pair of sheer cliffs looked almost designed. Was it a coincidence they looked like they should be linked by a bridge? Had they been in the past?
He ran a hand over the ground, not feeling anything special in particular.
’Can I extend my blood blades this far?’
The thought struck Grey enough that he thought about actually using it.
’Wait. Let me check something first.’
Grey pulled out a piece of clothing from Joaquin’s things, bundled it up, and then threw it forward.
The bundle soared through the winds, making it halfway through in an instant.
Just when it seemed like nothing at all would happen, a spark of black lightning rippled upward.
The clothing was torn to pieces when it had barely made it halfway there.
"Oh, nice." Grey said almost matter-of-factly. "Death rays from an endless abyss, haven’t seen that one before. Hey, you useless viewers, why can’t you send me stuff as useful as what piggy got?"
Grey pulled up his chat for the first time in a while. Whenever he gave them any attention, they pissed him off so he ended up dismissing them every time.
What he didn’t expect was that his viewers had gone up from the low hundreds in live viewers to...
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A patron has sponsored you. You now have {17,332} active viewers
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Grey raised an eyebrow. This was a two orders of magnitude change.
Since when?
Was it because he killed Joaquin? That probably made sense.
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[EggyDominion: Holy shit, you think he’s gonna do it?]
[SpellSeeker: He’s lost his damn mind. No way he’s drinking it without any prep]
[EggyDominion: LMMFFAOOO, this would have made it onto Eggy’s most retarded deaths segment.]
[FinchTheDiddler: THE GREATS ROAR. Nobody gives a fuck about Eggy when we have The Great Udon!]
[SpellSeeker: What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, he’s drinking it!]
[EggyDominion: Eggy’s 10x the host The Great Udon would ever be. All he does is rage bait. Eggy is the best comedian of our generation. Justice for Eggy!]
[EpicPelvis: {Epic Pelvis has fucked the chat and forced it into slow mode}]
A bunch of emojis were spammed.
[SpellSeeker: NO FUCKING WAY.]
[EpicPelvis: Are we sure he’s human? Someone double check the info on the Cracked World. I was pretty damn sure the most interesting thing they had was hip-hop. Oh and Margot Robbie {wanking emoji}! FUCK ME, I need my skin walker to cosplay her again. I’ll be back.]
[FinchTheDiddler: He actually survived...? Why did it look easy?]
[EggyDominion: Because the Great Udon is a fucking retard who picked the wrong person.]
...
The stream of chats was endless. Just how much money did these people have to waste?
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