Chapter 57: Hand of Nyraxx
Kael’s surroundings changed, and before he knew it, he was standing in a dark cathedral instead of the dim corridor. He frowned and asked in his mind, ’Alpha, what do you think?’
However, he received no response, which shocked him. He tried again, but the results were the same. He really couldn’t contact Alpha.
As his blood turned cold in terror, he tried to calm his nerves, thinking, ’It’s not an illusion.’
Raising his head, he surveyed the cathedral. It was a majestic structure made of pitch-black stone columns.
Inside this cathedral, each column, arch, and dome’s surface was embedded with the bones of different races. In the middle stood a black feather that was more than a hundred meters tall.
It was as though countless souls were sealed within. In front of the feather, a blurry figure stood there as though he was watching everything with compassion.
This was a cathedral of corpses, but instead of appearing eerie, it was filled with an overwhelming sense of holiness.
Just as Kael caught sight of the blurry figure, he hurriedly lowered his head. His instincts didn’t warn him of danger, but he still relied on his experience to avoid looking directly at the figure, afraid of truly seeing this strange existence.
But it was already too late. Even that single glimpse caused extensive ravings to invade his mind. Cries filled with madness tried to infect his soul—but all of a sudden, purple lightning descended and branched into infinite strands like a great lightning tree.
The madness creeping inside him was instantly pulverized by the lightning, vanishing completely without leaving behind a trace.
However, the lightning also harmed his soul, as it was far too weak to handle such purifying energy. His soul seemed to be on the verge of collapse, but Kael pulled it together.