Chapter 604 First Ring of Hell: Lust (18)
Orion, his breath steady and his eyes ablaze with determination, stood amidst the fallen guards. The basement, silent save for the lingering echoes of the battle, awaited the next revelation in the unfolding saga within the first circle of hell, the realm of lust.
As Orion pushed through the colossal twin doors, a palpable resistance met his celestial-abyssal form. The engraved symbols on the doors seemed to react to his touch, pulsating with a faint, ominous glow. The transition was gradual, as if the very essence of the door recognized the celestial-abyssal nature of the being attempting to breach its threshold.
A surge of otherworldly energy coursed through Orion as he pressed forward, a gust of raw power that carried an unsettling resonance. The ambient temperature dropped, and the air thickened with a strange, foreboding presence. It was as though the doors themselves resisted the intrusion, attempting to bar the way to whatever lay beyond.
As Orion persevered, the resistance intensified, and the engraved symbols on the doors glowed brighter. The greenish wind, like an ethereal barrier, rushed past him with an audible howl. The celestial-abyssal forces within him met the resistance head-on, creating a turbulent collision of energies that echoed in the confined space of the basement.
Despite the daunting pressure, Orion persisted, his determination unwavering. The doors, seemingly reluctant to yield, finally gave way with a resounding creak. The gust of green wind, now unleashed, roared past him, carrying with it an eerie chorus of whispers that seemed to resonate from the depths of the abyss. n(/OVElbIn
As Orion took his first steps beyond the colossal twin doors, a sudden shift occurred behind him. The massive guards, previously defeated and slumped on the ground, now erupted in eerie green flames. The otherworldly fire enveloped their imposing figures, casting an unnatural glow in the dimly lit basement.
The flames danced with a spectral radiance, rekindling a vitality that defied the injuries sustained in the intense battle. The guards, rising from their fallen positions, stood tall once more, their armor now adorned with the ghastly luminescence of the green flames. It was as if a newfound energy surged through them, reanimating their colossal forms with an unsettling vigor.
The unsettling scene unfolded as Orion lingered on the threshold between realms. The guards, now ablaze with green flames, turned their attention towards the celestial-abyssal intruder. Their movements, once sluggish and defeated, now exhibited an uncanny swiftness as they prepared to confront Orion anew.
The green flames flickered ominously, casting distorted shadows on the basement walls. The guards, reinvigorated by the supernatural fire, became an unexpected obstacle in Orion's path, signaling that the challenges within the first circle of hell were far from over.
Orion, having incapacitated the first guard, faced the relentless assault of the second with calculated determination. The celestial-abyssal warrior seamlessly transitioned between defensive maneuvers and counterattacks, his Sangria Spear and Astral Angellic Blade becoming an ethereal symphony in the spectral-lit basement.
The second guard's greatsword cleaved through the air with increased intensity, its green flames leaving trails of unearthly radiance. Orion danced around the strikes, his celestial-abyssal guise casting an ephemeral glow that countered the supernatural luminescence of the guard. The basement, caught in the maelstrom of celestial and abyssal energies, became an arena where the boundaries of reality blurred.
With a burst of speed, Orion closed the distance between himself and the second guard. His Sangria Spear met the spectral greatsword in a resounding clash, the collision echoing through the confines of the basement. The green flames intensified, attempting to overwhelm Orion's defenses, but the celestial-abyssal warrior held his ground.
Orion's Astral Angellic Blade became a beacon of ethereal light as he parried the guard's strikes. Each movement, a calculated dance, showcased the celestial-abyssal mastery that set him apart. The basement, now bathed in the radiant clash of forces, bore witness to a battle that transcended the mortal realm.
As the second guard pressed forward with unwavering determination, Orion's celestial-abyssal abilities reached their zenith. He summoned the power of his Sangria Spear, infusing it with celestial energy that repelled the green flames. The clash of forces created a shockwave, momentarily displacing the eerie glow in the vicinity.
Orion seized the opportunity, executing a series of rapid strikes. His weapons, guided by an otherworldly precision, cut through the spectral defenses of the second guard. The celestial force disrupted the unnatural vitality of the green flames, leaving the guard vulnerable to Orion's onslaught.
The basement resounded with the final clash, a crescendo of cosmic energies colliding in a climactic confrontation. Orion's Sangria Spear and Astral Angellic Blade pierced through the guard's spectral defenses, extinguishing the green flames. The second guard, now deprived of its supernatural empowerment, crumpled to the ground.
The basement fell silent, the remnants of the celestial-abyssal battle dissipating into the shadows. Orion, his celestial-abyssal guise still aglow, stood amidst the fallen guards. The green flames, once a formidable force, now flickered and vanished, leaving behind an air of spectral stillness.
Orion, with a contemplative gaze, observed the aftermath of the battle. The basement, once pulsating with supernatural energies, returned to its oppressive silence. The reanimated guards lay defeated, their imposing presence reduced to mere remnants of a celestial-abyssal struggle.
As the echoes of the battle faded, Orion took a moment to regain his composure. The celestial-abyssal forces within him pulsed with an undiminished vitality, ready for the next revelation in the labyrinthine journey through the first circle of hell, the realm of lust.
"Huff... huff... huff... no way," Orion muttered as he watched in horror as the guards were gathered together by an eerie green flame, converging into one massive monster dual-wielding two massive greatswords.
