Chapter 262: Date with Death
"So this is Enmu’s dream, huh?" I said, surveying my surroundings. The familiar sight of Helheim stretched out before me—the cold, desolate landscape of the underworld where Nazarick was once situated in the game.
The jagged ice peaks glistened under a pale, ominous light, and the chilling wind carried with it the echo of silence, a silence I hadn’t heard in a long time.
I allowed myself a small smile. "Have to say, this is pretty realistic," I muttered. For a moment, I almost forgot this was a dream. It was impressive, especially considering Enmu’s relatively low rank among demons. Creating such a vivid replica of this place—my former domain—was no small feat.
That said, I wasn’t here because I’d fallen victim to his powers. Enmu’s dream trap was amateur-level magic compared to what I was capable of resisting. But my curiosity had gotten the better of me. I wanted to see what he would conjure to try and keep me in his little illusion. It was entertaining, in a way, like watching a child proudly show off a drawing to an adult.
"Yes, quite realistic indeed. Missing your old days?"
The sudden voice startled me, though it shouldn’t have. I turned to see her standing there—a familiar figure I knew all too well. "Death? What are you doing here?"
Death, or at least a portion of her essence, stood before me, draped in her usual attire that somehow managed to toe the line between elegance and seduction. Her silver hair shimmered in the dim glow of the frozen plains, her piercing gaze locked onto me with a mischievous glint.
"Didn’t you tell me you couldn’t manifest in the mortal world because you’d destroy it?" I asked, closing the distance between us.
"That’s true, dear," she replied, her smile sly. "But this isn’t the mortal world, now is it? This is a dream realm, so there’s no harm in me being here."
I chuckled, taking in her presence. "Convenient loophole."