Chapter 528: Petrified

Chapter 528: Petrified

528. Petrified

Revelation has begun.

The Netherworld cracked. The entire plane ripped open from the sky to the earth, everything seemed to crumble. Black lightning thundered down from above, shredding apart mountain tops. Lava poured from the earth as ravines tore through hills and valleys.

It was a calamity. It was a cataclysm. It was the end of everything. But it was also normal.

What does that even mean?

Haes wondered aloud as he stared out of the stained glass windows of the palatial structure. He stood at the very top of one of the many spires stabbing out of the lonely tall structure. It was a question that had plagued his mind since he first learned about Revelation.

He swept his gaze over the landscape of the Netherworld. In the distance, the crimson sky was stained white, flashing with a deluge of black lightning. A mountain range tore open, and an orange glow wisped off the earth. But that was all so far away.

The landscape surrounding the Demon Kings castle didnt change. Even as a light tremor shook the floor he stood on. The stretch of hills and rocks didnt shift with the rest of the Netherworld. And it was all because of a simple reason.

This was the Demon Kings Domain. It would not fall as long as Regnorex remained alive. It would resist against nature itself, standing against countless calamities through the divine presence of his majesty. Or so it was they said.

So despite the destruction wrought by Revelation, those who surrendered themselves to the Demon Kings rule would forever remain unaffected. And yet, Haec found himself longing for what was beyond this domain.

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A voice brought him out of his stupor. He looked back as an azure-skinned figure strode up to him. A pair of horns protruded from her head, and dark black locks fell down her shoulders. He looked her up and down as she tilted her head at him.

[Succubus - Lvl. 134]

Who were you talking to?

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, and he sighed. He peeled himself away from the window, vaguely gesturing at the tempest in the far distance.

I was merely musing about Revelation, Taburas.

He spoke as he walked up to her. She raised a brow.

What about Revelation piqued your interest?

I wish to see it this planar catastrophe. I desire to bear witness to it firsthand, not from afar.

Haec spoke softly, glancing back to the windowpane. Taburas frowned.

It is dangerous, Haec. Theres no need to worry about what happens out there. We have our own orders to adhere to we can just stay here in this castle where its safe.

But I do not understand. How can such a terrible event occur so often? How has Demonkind not been wiped off the face of the Netherworld yet?

He shook his head, even as the [Succubus] tried pulling him back away from the window. Haec closed his eyes as Taburas urged him to follow her.

Monstra explained it to us, remember? We learned all about it a long time ago.

Indeed, Haec had been thoroughly taught about the various cycles that the entire plane underwent. In total, there were three main cycles that continuously swapped places like night and day in the Mortal Realm.

First came Advent, then Revelation, and finally, Salvation. Or so deemed the Demon King.

I closed my eyes, steeling myself. I suppressed my urge to shout, but I failed. I leapt into the air, pumping a fist.

I am an actual princess!

I exclaimed as my voice echoed around the empty chamber. It continued down both corridors leading up and down, and I caught myself. I cleared my throat, dusting myself off neatly as I smiled.

Now then to explore the rest of my kingdom!

And with that, I continued further down the Dungeon.

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I only left once I was fully prepared for another fight. I didnt expect to run into a Primeval Demon inside of a Dungeon of all places especially since most Dungeons in the Mortal Realm held weaker monsters.

But this Dungeon was different. It was old. It was as old as my dad, and he was literally ancient!

Up above the broken mountain, Sal sneezed.

And since this Dungeon was so old, it somehow held within it stronger monsters. Or, rather, stronger wild Demons. It was so odd to me. I would have thought that wild Demons would wander about the Netherworld mindlessly, searching to kill anything that moved. That was why the idea of a Dungeon in the Netherworld never crossed my mind.

It would imply that the wild Demons were congregating around an area without leaving. Which I couldnt wrap my mind around. But this Dungeon seemed to be quite sturdy. Its roof did survive a blast from a Level 181 [Hellabomination], after all. And even throughout the planar catastrophe going on outside, the structure didnt collapse.

I followed a winding corridor as it split off again and again, but I just stuck to the right side, wanting to find the bottom of this slow descent. I only had to take the left tunnel once because the right side had collapsed, blocking me from continuing on.

After the first initial room with the collars, I didnt encounter anything else. No Demons. No altars. Just a straight path down until I reached a vast chamber. A massive room that spread out a thousand feet in all directions around me. I swept my gaze over my surroundings, seeing grass growing beneath my feet?

No not grass. It was a glowing moss. And it spread out into a massive field that was littered with broken bits of statues. Stone-like weapons lay collapsed on the ground as I furrowed my brows. My gaze landed at the very center at a creature lying inert, waiting there for me in the middle of a spell circle.

Words resounded in my head as I stared at the serpentine beast.

Now Entering [Lair: Prison of the Basilisk]

Huh.

I blinked. And its eyes snapped open.

[Basilisk - Lvl. 205]