Part III - Inheritance (III)
The boy walked up to the altar still breathless from what just happened. He stood there, absentmindedly looking at the lifelike expression of the mythical beast. All of a sudden, he remembered the red box right under his nose.
Recalling what just happened, he dared not touch the box for fear of more traps. Inspecting the box carefully, he found various runes inscribed into the chains. He also noticed that when viewed from different angles, the box looked to be of different hues of red, varying from blood red to light red.
At last, he decided to try undoing the chains to find out the contents of the box. As his hand brushed against the chains, the crimson streak on his ring and the runes on the chains began to glow with a heat-less light.
At his touch, the chains crumbled to dust. He immediately drew back, stopping in a ready pose to evade any oncoming attacks. When none came, he re-approached the box.
With a shaking hand, he opened the box and peered inside. He was instantly blinded by the bright flash that came from within the box.Taken by suprise, he stumbled back and fell onto the floor.
After a few moments, the light faded to a dim glow. Once again, he looked into the box but could make out nothing. Being the idiot that he was, he put in his hand and felt around. His hand felt something warm and round. He grabbed it and pulled it out to see.
What he found in his hand was like nothing he saw before. Sitting in his palm was a red orb the colour of fire. Enveloping it was an aura like fire. Despite its fire-like appearance, it didn't fell any warmer than the body of person with a slight fever. He also noted that the orb weighed next to nothing and didn't feel solid. Gripping it was like gripping air, except that he felt a resistance that prevented him from closing his fist.
While he was standing there mesmerized by the orb, he noticed the ground shaking ever so slightly. Glancing at the altar, or where it was supposed to be, he saw that the wall had disappeared, revealing endless emptiness behind it.
Not just that, the walls were also fading away, Thinking straight for once, the boy ran back the way he came, not wanting the same fate as the walls.
Recalling what just happened, he dared not touch the box for fear of more traps. Inspecting the box carefully, he found various runes inscribed into the chains. He also noticed that when viewed from different angles, the box looked to be of different hues of red, varying from blood red to light red.
At last, he decided to try undoing the chains to find out the contents of the box. As his hand brushed against the chains, the crimson streak on his ring and the runes on the chains began to glow with a heat-less light.
At his touch, the chains crumbled to dust. He immediately drew back, stopping in a ready pose to evade any oncoming attacks. When none came, he re-approached the box.
With a shaking hand, he opened the box and peered inside. He was instantly blinded by the bright flash that came from within the box.Taken by suprise, he stumbled back and fell onto the floor.
After a few moments, the light faded to a dim glow. Once again, he looked into the box but could make out nothing. Being the idiot that he was, he put in his hand and felt around. His hand felt something warm and round. He grabbed it and pulled it out to see.
What he found in his hand was like nothing he saw before. Sitting in his palm was a red orb the colour of fire. Enveloping it was an aura like fire. Despite its fire-like appearance, it didn't fell any warmer than the body of person with a slight fever. He also noted that the orb weighed next to nothing and didn't feel solid. Gripping it was like gripping air, except that he felt a resistance that prevented him from closing his fist.
While he was standing there mesmerized by the orb, he noticed the ground shaking ever so slightly. Glancing at the altar, or where it was supposed to be, he saw that the wall had disappeared, revealing endless emptiness behind it.
Not just that, the walls were also fading away, Thinking straight for once, the boy ran back the way he came, not wanting the same fate as the walls.
Part III - Inheritance (III)
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