The Onus was at the edge of Jael's space, lighting the darkness around it up. Its eyes were turned towards Jael, and immediately, he became aware that the monster was there; the forceful connection he made earlier snapped into place between them.
It was weak but it was there, shining duly.
Jael sat back down. "If this is my... inner space? I'll call it that. Then this must be where all my monsters will return to any time I don't call them."
He smiled. "Impressive. Now then, why am I here and why is the Onus here with me?"
He gestured and pulled on the connection between them, putting power in it and twisting it with command. "Come here."
The Onus shuddered, its body ripped, and its face scowled; it jerked forward, and then, with a grunt and a blast of power of its own, it jerked back.
"I guess it won't work like that," Jael narrowed his eyes in concentration. Since this is an undead monster then it stands to reason that he should be able to make the Onus his. "If not for Litha I sure don't want your ugly ass." Your next chapter is on m v|l-e-NovelFire
He tried again, but the monster's will was strong, and it resisted him. "Oh, we're not playing!" Jael stood and took a step forward immediately appearing in front of the shocked Onus.
He was also shocked but he hid it, this is the inner space of course things will be strange. It was too late for the monster to run, and Jael rested his palm on its blad head.
His eyes flared and he pumped power into the creature. "Be mine!" The monster balked and growled and their will clashed with a small shockwave!
Jael shivered. "Ok...ok... now what was that? Is this all in my mind or my Codex?"
I passed a cluster of debris and saw a new one, the biggest so far, and it spans miles in all directions. The red-black mountain didn't give off a red glow this time– it was throbbing like a wound.
He went closer and saw that there was a flat section of the rocky mountain, and the section glowed green with ancient writing. Just like the floors of his inner space.
Curiosity, he went closer, and he saw an altar with a casket on it. He swallowed. "This is getting weird." But the curiously was too much this time and he landed beside the casket.
"Wow. I don't know what material this is but it must be insanely expensive and rare." He touched the top of the casket and marveled.
The casket was pure green color with different designs and drawings on it. In one section was a drawing of a man riding a sort of flying octopus, and then another, the same man with a black robe was sitting on a familiar throne while others knee beneath him.
Different drawings like that filled the body of the casket. "Wow. This told a full story, different events with the same man at the center of it all. I wonder who he is."
He swallowed as his hands traced the casket lid. "Is he in here? Should I open it? Nah!"
He chuckled silently to himself and moved back. "I've read a lot about things like this. Open it and get cursed kind of situation. I better leave it be."
He moved back and looked over the cluster of glowing rocks but his mind stayed back at the casket. 'Don't open it Jael. Don't. Don't. Don't!"
"Oh shit! I'm just going to open it!" And then Jael did.