Chapter 279: Seventy-Third Floor, The Furnace’s Conspiracy (3)
[Dismantle the conspiracy attempting to consume the world. Time remaining: 34 hours 7 minutes.]
Something began to stir just above the pit of my stomach, a little below my throat.
It was a familiar sensation, reminiscent of the first time I felt mana. Soft and tingling, but laced with an undercurrent of dormant power that shifted and coiled like a living thing.
The trouble was, I had no clue how to draw it out, how to wield it.
As I avoided the barrage of beams and bullets, I narrowed my eyes.
What is this?
Aside from simply feeling it, I had no idea what had triggered this sudden awakening—what it was, or where it had come from.
Interestingly, it was centered at the exact spot where Paraktus’s necklace had previously rested.
There was almost certainly a connection, but I couldn’t definitively say so. Something didn’t quite match.
The energy blooming inside me felt different from the divinity I had sensed from Paraktus. It seemed divine power, but stripped of any distinguishing features. If I were to visualize it, it was as if there were no color or texture, like a pure formless crystal.
Did that “unknown power” from Paraktus’s necklace evolve into something else?
I had no way of knowing.