Chapter 93 - Dungeon - I
04:00
I followed Lesley at a brisk pace through the silent castle corridors. Everything was calm, with no demons wandering about at this hour. Not even the soldiers patrolled the halls near Selene's main meeting chamber.
Lesley opened the double doors without a sound. As I stepped inside, I saw a majestic throne elevated several meters above the ground. To the right of the throne, six imposing chairs occupied strategic positions, each with its own table. The hall was grand and richly adorned, a display of the demon empire's full might. Without hesitation, Lesley walked behind the throne, and I followed closely.
She stopped before a pillar identical to the others in the room. I frowned, not understanding her actions. When she pulled out a golden key hanging from her neck, the pillar began to move, revealing a red door covered in intricate runes.
Lesley inserted the key but didn't turn it. A few seconds later, a familiar energy stirred within me. Before my eyes, a dimensional tear appeared as if scissors had sliced through the air itself, top to bottom. It looked like the vertical eye of a beast, a vibrant purple, pulsing as though alive.
"Let's go!" Lesley said, stepping into the rift.
I followed without hesitation.
My world spun as a rare, subtle energy enveloped me. Before I could process the sensation, we were already in a room I recognized instantly.
My entire body broke out in goosebumps. My heart skipped a beat as I spotted that solitary chair in the small enclave. I had returned to the same mountain that had tormented me for three whole years—and three years don't fade in sixty days.
Lesley noticed the shift in my posture, the trembling hands, the distant expression.
"Come on, Glenn!" she said, snapping me out of my stupor.