Chapter 538: Overlords in Action
After passing through the broken doors, Jack and Brock entered the final floor of the Hall of Trials. It was the reward they’d justly earned, now usurped by others.
A scene of pillage welcomed them. The room behind the gate must have once been grand and majestic. Murals used to cover the walls, painted with colors of the Dao itself and punctuated with gems. Golden statues stood at the back, depicting the eleven Old Gods besides Enas, while a massive empty throne rose against a sidewall to the right, another doorway below it.
Now, the colors had been scraped off the walls, the gems pulled out. The golden statues had been cracked open to get to whatever was inside them—if there was anything—and the throne’s velvet had been peeled off, leaving behind ugly tears and bare stone. The room had been ransacked. The only reason Jack and Brock knew the missing materials was their still-lingering aura—everything was constructed of the highest possible quality materials.
The scene sparked Jack’s anger. “Overlords, the highest under the heavens, and they behave like common bandits,” he spat out. “Shameful.”
“This is not the bro way,” Brock agreed with a dark gaze. “It’s bad enough to break into the shrine of your ancestors. To take the decorations? That’s going too far.”
“It’s pointless, too. They don’t lack gold or jewels. Why do this?”
“Guess we’ll have to ask them,” Brock replied, pacing into the room. It was depressing. This hall was meant to welcome the greatest talents of history, the people with the potential to reach or surpass the Old Gods. Perhaps the walls told stories about the creation of the universe or depicted epic heroic feats. Now, they’d been done so dirty even the murals were indistinguishable.
The two bros crossed the room quickly. The next one was similar—a grand show of wealth and knowledge, all stripped clean. Even the various pieces of furniture were missing.
“It’s a miracle they left the bricks behind,” Brock said angrily. “I’ll smack them in the head with one.”