Chapter 80: The Eighth Pedestal
Skrrtch!
The sound of sparks flying echoed from behind me. I twisted on my heel, my head snapping towards the source. My hand reached into the warp forming above my ring, taking out a bastard sword. Ready for any sudden attacks.
"The hell is that?"
But all I was met with was a glowing spark of red at one of the pedestals. The confusing part was that it was the eighth pedestal—The one with no statue on top of it.
Still clutching the hilt of my blade tightly, I made my way over to the pedestal. The spark subsided, leaving a few letters carved in the ancient tongue glowing in a pulsating blood red.
Another one of the things that never happened in the game, Raiden can just get the mask and get out of here.
I ran rubbed fingers over the hard surface of the pedestal, feeling every bump and scratch, but I did not feel any stings of burn from the letters.
It was written in the same ancient script as just like the plaques, but the issue here was—my uncertainty. What will happen if I spell these old letters out? Will something pop out? Or will it lead to my death?
[Only one way to find out—Spell it out] Dante suggested, but before I could open my mouth to argue. [And before you argue back, let me explain.]
[I did not feel any corrupted energy from the carvings, just like I would do with undeads and demons. And I don't think there is anything that would be able to kill you.]
Hearing Dante's reasoning, the words that I wanted to say died in my throat. My gaze locked onto the ancient letter. "Fine..." I exhaled. "But if anything happens, then I am never taking your words seriously ever again."