2025-05-09 22:31:42As he watched carefully as the Ogre's and Goblins all escorted the humans out from the cave, they really couldn't believe that the monsters that had once eaten them were the ones letting them go.
Rhok, of course, didn't let them see him, but he watched them. The day was growing dimmer, but that never posed as a problem to Rhok
The night was his domain. The only concern was his Aunt Fey.
He sighed and looked away from the now free prisoners. He hoped they were too shaken to remember the exact location of where they had been held.
He still needed to do some more investigations.
He walked back to the false wall he had seen earlier, it seemed hollow, as though it was recently built by the monsters he had subjugated.
He rapped his knuckles against the wall, indeed it was hollow.
He didn't feel the need to use his mana to break it down, rather he called another ogre who stood idly yonder to his left.
“You, come here…” Rhok said. The ogre scratched its head but obeyed and came over.
“Smash through this wall for me, would you?” He commanded.
The ogre nodded and raised both its fists in the air. This ogre seemed to be among the stronger ones. Rhok was so happy he didn't have to kill the lot of them.
He wouldn't have survived.
The fists of the ogre smashed against the wall, the cave walls shook slightly as the shock sent tremors through the entire cave.
Dust covered the entire path before Rhok, he held his breath and tried his best to see, but it was too dark beyond. He walked over to the wall and took a torch that was placed by the wall. How convenient.
With torch in hand, Rhok walked in through the place whee the wall had once been. Maybe there as a secret passage to get I to here.
But he couldn't care less.
After a bit of coughing, he raised the torch above his head and what he saw wasn't all that surprising, but it was damning.
He resisted the urge to throw up as the ghastly smell slammed him in the face. It smelled of Death in here.
Rotting corpses and maimed bodies littered the floor.
The entire thing seemed as though it were made for ritual rights. But he wasn't sure.
He wanted to take a deep breath, he really wanted too. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Holding his breath seemed like the best course of action right now.
Step by step, he approached the bodies that lay about in the cavern. On one side he could see a severed head with a dagger though it's eyes. Maggots were leaking out of the head at this point.
To his left he saw dismembered part of the human body, all were human. Yet even that didn't catch his attention as what stood before him.
Further up ahead, Rhok could see a raised platform.
A human body lay on it. Feeling a bit surprised, Rhok walked toward it to observe what it was that he saw, and then…
Then he saw it. Blood symbols, rites, all aiming towards one thing.
It was a Demon Cult…
He looked around desperately, trying to find other clues that could help him, and also as an excuse to look at what remained of the body on the altar.
He would rather not look. It was a woman's body.
She had been torn apart and something was dragged out of her, something smaller than her but still human.
'Don't think!' He told himself.
But even this was too much for him. Without meaning too, he breathed in the pungent air. It smelled worse than he had ever thought it to be.
Rhok threw up.
He couldn't, he just couldn't bring himself to ignore what this was. It was a cult that captured humans.
Especially women, got them pregnant and used both the babies and mother as sacrifices?
'What in Damnation?'
'What does this even exist?'
Rhok felt the urge to leave the cave and never return, he so badly wanted too. And maybe he would have. If his eyes didn't catch the paintings that were drawn on the wall. Illustrations.
A certain kind of history, perhaps lost or forgotten, but he wasn't sure.
'Abyss Engine?'
[YOU CALLED?]
'What the hell is this? Did you tell me to come here knowing I would find all of this?'
[.......]
'Answer me Abyss Engine? Is this why you brought to me this world?'
Rhok's voice seeped with anger, he didn't understand why he was angry, neither did he want to be tamed nor stopped.
[ARE YOU BOTHERED BY WHAT YOU SEE?]
'Of course, I am, who wouldn't be?'
[THEN DO SOMETHING!]
'Huh?'
Rhok was confused, he certainly hadn't expected that answer from the system.
“Do something…" He whispered under his breath as he looked at the mess about him. He so badly wanted to leave, to never come back, to run away.
But he couldn't, he didn't know why, but he couldn't.
He knew he had to do something, it was an urge, the more time he wasted, the more people would turn out like this…
Mothers. Children. Infants.
He sighed and looked about him once more, even if he ran away, he would be hunted by these images for as long as he lived.
“This is such a drag…" He sighed.
Rhok left the cavern, left the cave and walked out into the night. The cool beautiful moon shone its light upon him. Bathing him completely and giving him a sense of self, purpose…
He wasn't sure what he felt, but it felt good.
He would do something about this, he knew, it was why he had been summoned here in the first place.
To save this damned world.
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The fire had long died down, yet Rhok remained awake, his back against the cold stone wall of the ruined shrine. The night was still, the kind of silence that gnawed at a man’s ears, making him believe there were whispers hiding in the quiet. The corpses of those he had cut down earlier still lay scattered outside, untouched by scavengers. Even they seemed unwilling to disturb the ground he now haunted.Veyra had already drifted into uneasy sleep, curled beneath her cloak, her chest rising and falling with sharp breaths. Rhok had almost envied her—her ability to slip into sleep even after watching him carve through men as if they were straw. He could not. His mind was too loud.He thought of the words she had said earlier. You’re not mortal anymore, Rhok. Stop pretending you are.It rang in his head like a bell struck too hard. She hadn’t meant it to wound him, but it had. Because sh
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Chapter 196. Blood of the Dawnlight.
The fortress walls groaned as if alive, stone and steel whispering secrets of centuries past. Rhok moved through its hollow belly, shadows clinging to him like loyal dogs. The air smelled of burnt oil, rusted chains, and incense, a sickly sweetness that didn’t belong here. He could feel it before he saw them: faith, twisted and burning, pressing against his chest.The Cult of the Dawnlight.He hadn’t expected them here, buried in the bones of an old fortress. Dawnlight worshippers were usually loud, fanatical, building temples of gold and fire in the open. But these were different, quiet, coiled, and waiting.The first of them stepped forward. White robes painted with sunbursts, but stained with something darker. Their faces glowed in the flickering torchlight, eyes glistening as if fevered with holy fire. And then—one of them smiled, almost kindly, as though greeting an old friend.“At last,” the man whispered. “The Nameless walks into the heart of the sun.”Rhok’s hand twitched near
Chapter 195. The Silent Fortress.
Rhok walked through the jagged cliffs with the wind tearing at his cloak. The world here was always cruel, but this stretch of land felt emptier than usual. No carrion birds, no scuttling vermin, not even the soft hiss of sand moving across stone. It was silence, the kind that presses into your ears until you can hear your own blood.At first, he thought it was simply his imagination filling the void. But then he stopped, tilting his head as the air seemed to vibrate faintly. A sound, fragile as if whispered into the cracks of the world, drifted into him.It wasn’t the voice of the living. It wasn’t the echo of wind. It was something else entirely.Come…He froze. He had learned enough by now not to trust any beckoning in this realm. Still, the pull was undeniable, like threads tugging at the marrow in his bones. Rhok clenched his fists and exhaled.“Fine,” he muttered. “But if this is another trick, I’ll burn the ground behind me so no one else follows.”The whisper grew stronger the
Chapter 194. Whisper of Velmira.
The night stretched long, the silence heavy. Rhok walked the worn path alone, only the crackle of fireflies flickering in the distance to remind him that the world had not yet gone silent. His boots scraped across broken stone, every step echoing faintly, swallowed by the darkness of the underworld’s veins.He felt it before he saw it, her presence. Like a ripple in still water, Velmira’s essence crept into the cracks of his mind. His chest tightened, not in fear, but in recognition.The shadows stirred, and suddenly, shards of fractured light cut across the path. Each shard carried her face. Her eyes, grey, almost silver watched him from a hundred angles, reflections trapped in broken glass that wasn’t really there.“Velmira.”Her lips curved in a half-smile, voice dripping with mockery and allure. “You still remember me. I thought maybe you’d forgotten. You seem to forget things easily these days… like your humanity.”Rhok exhaled, letting the words wash over him. “Humanity? I burne
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The day began as nothing more than a quiet wander.The fields outside the ruins stretched wide, dotted with tall grass swaying in the wind. Veyra walked beside me, carrying a basket she had stolen from a village some miles back. She claimed it was for berries, though most of what she’d picked so far had already ended up in her mouth. She hummed as she walked, and for a moment it almost felt like peace.But peace never lasted long with me.The wind shifted. Clouds, heavy and low, began to roll across the sky. The sun dimmed, and in its place came something wrong, a glow like a furnace door cracked open far above. I stopped moving. The air tasted of smoke, dry and metallic.Then the first flakes began to fall.Ash.At first Veyra thought it was snow, lifting her hand up and laughing. “It’s summer, Rhok. How could it snow...” Her voice broke when the gray smear melted against her palm, leaving streaks like charred dust.She looked at me, fear crawling into her eyes. “This isn’t normal.”
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