Bro, I'm not an Undead!

This didn’t mean that one couldn’t die from them as some were generally protected even while they didn’t have much in the way of secrets but more of bits of sentimental value.

This temple truly was a simple temple, where a determined group practised their belief.

Asides from the Slurred Grounds, Skullius had noted that this was more of an immaculately arranged living quarters than anything else.

Yet now, contrary to that belief, the Discount Human couldn’t help but force up his guard as he looked to the far end of a corridor that held rows of small, multi-coloured obscure glass windows that also administered light into the space between where a carpet with intricate weavings much like a tapestry of gold and red was laid.

The cold grey remained the same on both the walls and floor but an aged, arched ceiling curved overhead, webs and dust sprinkling from it.

At the end, another set of double doors could be seen, with a rocky texture that gave a feeling of ancientness – always a bad prelude.

Skullius continued to hold the staff firmly.

He was wondering if he should use his must-be-played-early trump card right now, or wait till he arrived behind those doors. The risk of the latter option was obvious as he might not get a chance to use it but if he used it now…

‘You know, don’t you?’ Sila’s voice sounded with a ridiculing tone. ‘Even I didn’t use it against that Spirit Warden because I knew your body would likely not be able to handle it for a long time and afterwards, certain side effects would most definitely follow. The fact that you’re considering this is a reflection of how much you can’t even see beyo—’

“I won’t be losing this one,” Skullius said.

The brimming of the mana core slowly forming in his body gave him hope and determination. If anything, this core that he was crafting on his own, to him symbolised the start of a streak of growth and wins!

Something that represented an upsurge and a turn in the tide.

The hardwork he had injected for this thing to come into existence, the labour in body and thought, was real.

This truly felt like something he was earning rightfully.

No one would take it away from him!

The confidence from having technically beaten an existence he thought was far beyond his level was still palpable in his body.

This and his policy for gambling for the better benefit gave Skullius a rush that he had never gotten before, asides from running for his life over the course of his life in Aigas so far.

Well, no more.

Insurgency.

Null Life.

He would comprehend it all and topple everything for his yet to fully be realised goal.

For now, all he needed was growth, as Serenity said.

‘Hmph! Spout all the prettiest ideals you can, Skullius,’ Sila said before growing silent.

Skullius didn’t put him away. He had a feeling that the bastard would continue to taunt him into relinquishing control of his body but in the process continue to divulge important details.

It didn’t take long for Skullius to reach the doors.

As he did, they uncomfortably scratched against the floor while opening wide on their own, fully revealing a space triple the size of the Slurred Grounds in width, length and height.

Unlike everywhere else Skullius had been, there was abundant light here that lit every crevice and corner without being too overbearing.

Fuuuu…

Skullius took a breath as he felt with his expanded senses that didn’t reach the ends of this place, his body moving through the doors which promptly closed behind him.

Ferex could see it all however.

In the chilling silence, twelve large statues could be seen imbedded into the walls seamlessly all around, each one having the basic design of a woman in specific clothing that represented the individual depicted more than the facial details and overall figure shape.

Bulky armour, leather armour, lengthy robes with collars and sashes – different variations of these were the clothing styles carved over the white marble that made the statues.

The floor was less rough here. At least it must have been originally as now, an atrocious amount of gouges and holes littered it, defacing its sanctity.

In fact, splinters and broken wooden chunks evidenced that there was supposed to be a very religious set up that was probably destroyed by the violence that took place here.

The walls were also cracked, with some of these cracks extending to the statues, breaking apart certain sections of them.

‘There are groves here too like in the Slurred Grounds, but unlike before, they are still burning with mana,’ Skullius noted as he moved to familiarise himself with the place.

Ferex grow