Chapter 1578 The Path Of Dominance

Chapter 1578 The Path Of Dominance

Author's Note: Unedited Chapter

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Gustav stepped forward, "Thank you, Celethial. I am Gustav, and this is Stark. We seek my master... Miss Aimee."

Gasps could be heard in the environment as the creatures stared at Gustav with reverence.

Every single one of their faces held a knowing look but Gustav couldn't place his thumb on what the reason was.

"Lord Gustav of Earth and his friend, you are very much welcome," Celethial bowed alongside the others in the surroundings.

"Hmm?" Gustav expressed his confusion.

"Our creator has told us so much about you. To grace us with your presence, we are honored," Celethial voiced in reverence once more.

"Is Miss Aimee here?" Stark questioned from the side.

"Our creator's presence is all around us, in the essence of AGON, but she resides not within these walls at this moment. Her current location is known only to a few. However, I can guide you to the message she left behind for you, Lord Gustav."

Gustav and Stark exchanged a glance, their hope renewed by Celethial's words.

"Please, lead the way," Gustav voiced.

Celethial nodded gracefully and turned, leading them into the temple.

The interior was as breathtaking as the exterior, with vaulted ceilings that arched overhead like the canopy of a vast forest. The walls were lined with tablets and scrolls, each emitting a soft glow, bathing the chamber in a warm, golden light.

As they walked, Celethial explained, "These archives contain the chronicles of AGON's creation and evolution, the philosophies of Miss Aimee's design, and the prophecies of future paths. Here, every decision, every creation is recorded and reflected upon."

Stark looked around in awe, his eyes wide with the scale of knowledge preserved within the temple.

"Incredible," Stark mumbled.

"Miss Aimee sure got busy since the last time I was here."

As Gustav and Stark followed Celethial deeper into the temple, the atmosphere grew heavier with the scent of ancient incense and the murmur of distant chants.

It almost felt like the planet had been in existence for ages when that was far from the case.

The guardian led them to a spiraling staircase that seemed to ascend endlessly into the shadows of the temple's highest spire.

"From here on out is a restricted area. Lord Gustav, the path forward is yours to open." n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

With a gesture of farewell, Celethial stepped back, leaving them before a towering wall adorned with intricate carvings that depicted the display of stars, planets, and ethereal beings woven into the stone.

Stark, looking uncertain, whispered, "What now? How are we to go from here?"

A massive milky-coloured sword appeared in Gustav's grasp as he activated Atomic Disintegration to parry the beam.

Raising the sword before him and Stark, the beam collided with intensity, pushing Gustav backward and causing his feet to draw lines across the ground.

Bang!

Before Gustav could manage to fend it off, the beam exploded with a higher intensity, causing him to get blasted backward.

"Gustav!" Stark yelled and ran towards Gustav after noticing that Gustav was now missing his right arm.

Another beam shot out before Stark could close in on him and they were both forced to evade once more.

"Don't worry about me, just do your best to avoid them," Gustav realized that the beams were way more powerful than anything he had faced before so taking it head on would not be a good option.

His right arm grew out immediately as the situation escalated.

The statue's attacks had become more frequent and precise.

Red beams shot out in rapid succession, each one faster and more intense than the last. Gustav and Stark dodged and weaved, barely escaping the destructive paths of the beams.

Realizing that they couldn't keep it up forever, Gustav made a decision. He sprinted towards the statue, his body tensed for action. With a powerful leap, he flew toward the statue's head as his fist cocked back ready to deliver a crushing blow.

But as his fist connected, it phased right through the statue's material, as if it were nothing but an illusion.

Shocked, Gustav barely had time to react as the statue's mouth opened once more, unleashing a direct beam that struck him squarely. The force of the impact sent him crashing into the ground as the breath was knocked from his lungs.

"Gustav!" Stark transformed into his draconic form at that moment.

His frame shimmered with golden and silver scales as three heads grew right out of his body and he became as large as a skyscraper.

The beam was still descending upon Gustav, becoming even more powerful by the moment, burrowing his body into the ground. His skin melted off from the immense heat that was hotter than the surface of ten massive suns combined.

Stark sped forward and grabbed Gustav's figure, pulling him away from the disintegration of the beam.

At that point, Gustav was like a roasted chicken with half his skin burnt and his hair toast off. His upper garments were gone and he was almost naked.

"That little son of a bitch," Struggling to rise, Gustav shook off the disorientation.

"Are you okay?" Stark asked with a concerned expression.

"I'll be fine..." Despite being cooked, Gustav's skin was starting to regenerate.

Unfortunately, the statue's relentless assault didn't pause, and it became clear that physical attacks were futile.

"What do we do, Gustav?" Stark inquired with a deeper baritone. His voice had gone through some changes after his transformation.

"We have to figure out the motive behind this trial," Gustav voiced in response while his face displayed a contemplative expression.

"Is that before or after we've been burnt to a crisp?"