Chapter 90: Mirror Mirages!
Meanwhile, Damon was standing at the edge of a fractured walkway, hearing the whispers of the abyss, whispers of laughter, pain and the names of those who had been long forgotten due to corruption.
Beside him, the two survivors stared at the Rift in the center of the city, a swirling mass of cursed memory and corrupted abyssal powers.
"We won’t be able to follow you beyond the next tier," the man said grimly. "Even standing this close... we feel our minds fraying."
The woman nodded slowly, her eyes glazed as if viewing something Damon could not see, "Once you make it through everything, you’ll reach the rift. Be careful, no-one’s ever returned from the rift, and at this point, the closer you get, even cause and effect start to disagree."
Damon nodded and stepped forward,
Damon stepped forward, the Codex of Judgment floating beside him, its radiant chains lightly swaying like serpents in anticipation.
BloodReaper was on his back, whispering hungers through his bond. His Gloves of Slaughter were also on his hand.
He began to walk forward through to the inner sanctum, and he could quickly feel reality warping around him. Bridges that were made of translucent thought, steps that shattered and rebuilt with every footstep.
Damon walked forward as the world screamed around him.
Every time he blinked, the environment changed extensively. The buildings which were near destruction were all of a sudden rebuilt, grass would appear, and then it’d be a desert with intense heat, the changes were rapid and extensive.
Water was flowing upwards and screams echoed from the shadows. As Damon walked deeper and deeper, he finally saw a group of citizens, all of whom were corrupted and huddled in the ruins of a collapsed square.