Chapter 92: Tower of Damnation!
The moment Damon crossed the threshold of the tower, the Codex of Judgment hissed in protest. Not from fear, but from revulsion. Even the divine artifact, forged to judge sin and obliterate evil, could barely endure the sensation flooding the interior of the tower.
The building was basically alive, and it was the apex of evil. Flooded with malevolence and darkness. The walls were bleeding rot and the floors groaned with every step Damon took like a creature half-alive.
As for the air in the building, it scraped against Damon’s lungs like serrated glass, that was how disgusting it was.
Damon actually had to use his mana to block out the deep abyssal scent. He stepped throughout the tower’s first chamber, which resembled a huge foyer, but one that was entirely inverted.
The ceiling was the ground and the ground was the ceiling, while the walls spiraled inward like the mouth of some unspeakable creature.
Statues of guardians, once noble, angelic defenders of Elarith Valis, lined the edges, but their wings were now tattered meat, and their swords had rusted into obsidian bone.
Abyssal rot completely covered all of the statues as well, and their eyes were open, seeming to lock onto Damon everywhere he walked, despite not being alive and able to move.
It honestly weirded Damon out, but he continued forward trying to ignore them all, advancing with his <Eyes Of Oblivion> peeled wide open, detecting the flickering corrupted souls trapped within stone.
They watched him walk through, some of them banging against the stone that held them, trying to warn him to escape before it. Some of them wanted to escape to take his body, and some just stayed, crying in despair as they saw another potential victim.
Still, Damon didn’t listen, walking forward until he heard a screech echo throughout the entire chamber, putting him on extremely high alert.
From the far side of the chamber, a wave of Abyssal thralls poured in.