Chapter 606 First Ring of Hell: Lust (20)
The basement, once a stage for the cosmic ballet, fell silent. The remnants of the colossal entity dissipated, leaving behind an air of spectral stillness. Orion, his celestial-abyssal guise still aglow, stood amidst the aftermath of the battle, the forces of lust and cosmic might now at a momentary standstill within the first circle of hell.
"Piece of shit... stay down..." Orion muttered, ready to completely eradicate the golem's body into smithereens, before feeling a strange shiver run down his spine.
"What have you come here for?" A voice bellowed out from beyond the double doors, the same glowing green light seemingly echoing the emotions of a distant voice. It was grating, irritated, annoyed, and most of all, enraged. nOveLb1n
Orion could practically feel the rage on his skin. He could taste it in the air. He could hear it in the deep, manly voice. He could visibly see it, portrayed through the throbbing green light rising from beyond those ominous steps. Yet despite all of this, Orion couldn't help but smile.
"I've come to make a deal."
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The Stairs of Descent, with their eerie verdant glow, held an otherworldly allure that seemed to defy the natural order. Each step, hewn with meticulous precision, bore the mark of ancient craftsmanship. The verdant hue, reminiscent of poisonous flora, pulsed with a subtle rhythm, resonating with a dark energy that whispered promises of the unknown.
As Orion set foot on the first stair, he could feel a peculiar resonance, as if the very essence of the abyss responded to his presence. The spiral descent, shrouded in the ethereal glow, created an optical illusion that distorted the perception of distance. The stairs, seemingly never-ending, spiraled down into a cavernous abyss that beckoned with an irresistible and foreboding charm.
The sinister energy imbued in each step seemed to carry the weight of untold secrets, a silent invitation for those brave enough to venture into the depths. The Stairs of Descent appeared almost sentient, responding to Orion's movements with a subtle throbbing that echoed through the stone. The rhythmic pulsation became a guide, leading him deeper into the heart of the verdant abyss.
As Orion continued downward, the fiery hues seemed to intensify in response to his presence. The staircase became a conduit for the vivid energies of the abyss, channeling them into a breathtaking display that mirrored the fiery depths of hell. The illusion of descending into a realm infused with both the deathly and infernal elements captivated the senses, creating an immersive experience that blurred the boundaries between reality and the supernatural.
The verdant glow, now alight with fiery hues, not only illuminated the descent but also cast elongated shadows that danced along the walls. These shadowy figures seemed to writhe and contort in response to the spectral flames, adding an extra layer of surrealism to the already otherworldly scene. The combination of colors and shadows created an illusionary environment, heightening the sense of descending into a place where the forces of lust and cosmic might held sway.
In this transformative journey down the fiery-hued staircase, Orion found himself surrounded by an atmosphere that resonated with the very essence of hell. The interplay of deathly greens and infernal reds painted a vivid picture of the abyss, a realm where mysteries awaited revelation and ancient powers lay dormant, ready to shape the destiny of those who dared to tread its fiery depths.
lightsnοvεl Cacophonous Silence enveloped Orion as he descended the spiraling staircase. The air, once resonating with the echoes of celestial-abyssal clashes, now clung to an oppressive stillness. The steps, shrouded in their eerie verdant glow, seemed to possess an uncanny ability to absorb sound, rendering the descent into a realm of profound quietness.
The eerie quietness amplified the anticipation that hung in the air. The absence of sound created a vacuum, heightening the suspense of what awaited Orion below. Each step he took seemed to be swallowed by the silence, making the descent feel like a solitary journey into the heart of an enigmatic abyss. The echoes of the cosmic ballet that had defined the battles above ground were replaced by an unsettling quiet that added a layer of mystery to the unfolding narrative.
The silence, though devoid of audible disturbances, resonated with an unseen tension. It was as if the very air held its breath, awaiting the revelation of what lay beyond the fiery-hued staircase. The quietness became a haunting backdrop, intensifying the psychological impact of the descent and accentuating the unknown nature of the depths below.
Orion, amidst the oppressive quietness, found himself in a surreal state of isolation. The rhythmic throbbing of green light persisted, but the lack of accompanying sounds created a disconcerting contrast. The silence absorbed his footsteps and breaths, adding an element of solitude to the descent. It was a silent symphony, composed of the echoes of stillness that reverberated with an unsettling cadence.
As the staircase wound deeper into the abyss, the cacophonous silence continued to accompany Orion. The profound stillness seemed to magnify the importance of the journey, emphasizing each step as a deliberate movement into the unknown. The descent became a dance of shadows and silence, an immersive experience that transcended the audible realm and delved into the profound mysteries concealed within the first circle of hell.
Deathly Aura permeated the air as Orion continued his descent down the spiraling staircase. An intangible force, thick with malevolence, clung to the surroundings like an oppressive shroud. The very atmosphere seemed to thicken, carrying with it the weight of foreboding that hinted at the profound darkness awaiting him below.
