Chapter 127 - Dungeon - XXXV
The wind on the sixth mountain was no longer just cold. It was heavy. As if the very air was tired of existing.
I stood at the highest peak, the black shroud of the dungeon wavering in the sky like liquid smoke. Down below, where the fourth mountain once stood, now there was only emptiness.
Literally.
The entire mountain was disintegrating, fragment by fragment, as if a black hole were devouring it. Colossal rocks, entire trees, chunks of earth—all slowly spiraled around the dark vortex before vanishing. No sound. No explosion. No dust. Just the silence of things ceasing to be.
As if the world was unraveling from within.
"Four days..." I murmured to myself. "Four more days and this mountain will be gone too."
I sighed.
"Enough time... or none at all."
I had been unconscious for nearly twenty hours. When I woke up, I was lying next to the chalice, now glowing with an unstable crimson light, like a candle about to go out. Blood still trickled into it slowly.
But not mine.
Seraphine had awakened before me. And she was the one who took on the burden of sustaining the barrier.