Chapter 622: Gaudy [Bonus]

Chapter 622: Gaudy [Bonus]



Sylas' gaze swept through the region. He could feel that the location he was looking for was beneath his feet, but how could he get there?

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When the thought came to him, Sylas stopped using his eyes and relied on his visualization. Soon, he had found exactly what he was looking for.

The inside of the temple, if one ignored all the blood pooling around everywhere now, had quite a minimalistic and earthy vibe to it. The colors were warm, and stone was used pretty much everywhere. There were even some locations where elements of the outside were brought in.

Grassy walkways, walls of greenery, and even some open-air windows that shone the moonlight down from above.

However, when Sylas found a nook in a hidden corner of one of the temple's libraries, the contrast was immediate.

From minimalistic, wealth was continuously thrown at his face to the point it felt almost gaudy.

The walls of the winding staircase downward were covered in leaves carved from gold, the stairs beneath their feet looked as though they were forged from literal diamond, and gems of various colors and kinds dotted the region everywhere you looked.

Sylas didn't know why, but looking at this place... he felt sick.

It was almost like he was smelling something too sweet, a fermented fruit that had gone from ripe to nearly rotten.

He couldn't describe why he was feeling this way immediately until he realized what it was... There was a power Will here other than his own. One that was colored with this disgusting stench, so much so that even Sylas, whose Will had a poison character, couldn't stomach it. "Prepare yourselves," Sylas said coldly.

Alex and Cole were already on high alert, but when they heard this, they realized that the danger they had been brought here for was likely right around the corner.

Sylas clenched a fist and black scales erupted across his body, his gaze growing more focused as he led the way with a wall of Will surrounding him.

'I see... I can't summon her.'

He exhaled a breath and his determination became steely.

He gave Alex and Cole a look. They seemed to understand, and the three of them each took separate paths, one to each of the stone walkways.

If they were going to battle, they were going to need their space.

With steady steps, they moved forward as the feeling in Sylas' chest grew heavier.

And then he stepped onto the central platform.

For a moment, it was like there was a small ripple across his vision, almost as though a thin film had been peeled away. When his sight cleared, he saw something that he hadn't been able to see before, and it made his pupils constrict into pinholes.

There, sitting on top of the head of the golem that the Great Priest lay dead in, there was a young man.

His skin was especially pale, but it looked as though his face was caked on with white makeup and rouge lipstick as though he was a Geisha of ancient Japan.

But more importantly than that...

He had blackened horns that curved toward the back of his head like braids and a slit right down the middle of his forehead. But unlike the statue on the outside, his seemed to be lined

with a bloody red.

The young man was dressed in a flamboyant robe popping with colors and intricate embroidery, and there was a smile on his face that belied the danger he gave off.

But none was more eerie than the creature that lay before him.