Apocalypse Healer - B2 Prologue
Added 2024-12-09 11:00:11 +0000 UTC“Is that what you wanted?” A hoarse, overbearing voice reverberated through the divine hall.
Dazzling lights materialized near the source of the voice and gathered to shape the frame of a tall, towering woman.
“What I wanted? I have nothing to do with this mess,” Her sonorous voice rang out. She snorted, “Why would I want to experience this all over again?”
“Because you are a sadistic bitch,” He cursed, twisting his head slightly, evading the glowing light coming his way.
Millions of dazzling particles gathered to hundreds of projectiles around the woman. But she didn’t release them, her eyes flicking to the right as a black, elongated claw ripped through space.
The claw cleaved down, tearing through the fabric of space. A man stepped out of the tear, his feet pressing heavily into the reinforced stone, cracking it with every step. He smiled at the few faces welcoming him with their tensed expressions and bared his teeth.
“I am not too late, am I?” His voice hollered through the surroundings, the depth of it shaking the hall’s foundations.
“What are you doing here?”
“How did you come here?”
Several powerful, self-proclaimed gods shouted at the newcomer, who grimaced when his eyes finally landed on the liquid mirrors levitating above the marble table in the center of the divine hall.
“It was about time they met,” he snickered, his eyes glued to the mirrors and its flashing images even as crimson mist that sprang to life next to him.
“This time, everything will be a lot more interesting. Don’t you think so, Asmodeus?” he turned to the man forming within the crimson mist.
“Of course, it will be,” Asmodeus responded, emerging from the mist, “We found the missing piece, after all.”
