《Purple Lightning Emperor》chapter 29
Advertisement
Somewhere within the deepest part of the Dark Forest, there was a dark, oppressive swamp filled with thick, wet fog.
The air around that area was filled with gray gas which greatly reduced visibility. Even the harshest sunlight would be unable to penetrate the low clouds and gloomy fog.
A wave of cold air blew by, accompanied by the rancid taste brought by the chilly wind.
If anyone who had less courage stepped in here, they might not even have the guts to take a step forward. Not only that, anyone walking through this area would feel a constant chill on their skin.
In that same place, where nobody dared to step a foot in, an old tattered palace loomed over the surrounding area. it was a tall palace made with some sort of black stones.
Maybe because of its ancientness or the lack of maintenance, there were a lot of grasses and vines intertwined in its lower parts.
" I swear, I will kill that old ghost one day and lay waste of his empire including everything he held dear."
Suddenly, a loud angry voiced filled with hatred rang out from that same very palace. The angry voice reverberated throughout the whole area surrounding the dark palace.
The voice of that thing or person was like it came from space, its vibration made all the blood of the beasts or person living within the dark palace to boil.
At the same time, a dark oppressive aura that could make any living beings cower in fear was released from that place.
Within the dark palace, where the angry voice came from, there was a huge hall. The ground was covered with a bloody red carpet with a complex devilish design.
A dozen thick pillars of different colors were irregularly placed all over the main hall. Even though the main hall was very big, it was completely empty. Except for the huge shadowy image that can be seen behind the huge curtain at the very end of the Hall.
Advertisement
Soon, an old man walked into the main hall. Once he arrived in front of the huge white curtain, he kneeled down on one knee with his right hand on his left chest.
His long white beard almost touched the ground. he looked very ancient and his body was emitting an oppressive aura. from his aura alone suggested that he was a very powerful man yet in front of the person behind the curtain, that person felt like an ant.
" The Eye sees everything, The Eye controls everything, Nothing can escape the Eye, And everything under the Heaven and Earth belongs to the Eye."
" The 7th Eye pays his respect to the Progenitor." Respectfully said the old man to the person behind the curtain. If one could see his eyes, one would have noticed a light of worship in them.
" How did it go?." This was none other than the voice of that angry person from earlier.
" I've recovered the rest of the books. Thre's only two left now. The one in the hand of the Crown Prince of the Draco Empire and the one in the possession of the Bennet family." Said the old man as he placed three identical books on the ground.
If Shad or the people from the Bennett family was there, they would have been greatly shocked and surprised as well, because those three identical books were the same as the Henry's Diary which they had in their possession. They had the same color, the same handwriting, and the same title.
" Good, the Bennet family has already sold theirs to the 4th prince of the Djage Empire. The 15th Eye is already on his way to recover it. As for the 20th Eye, he was killed by that old ghost from the Djage Empire.'' said the person behind the curtain.
" I thought the 7th Eye was supposed to recover the one from the Crown prince's hand. How come he hasn't come back yet?." He asked. There was a hint of impatience in his voice this time.
Advertisement
" There's always two 8th rank peak warriors following the crown prince at all time times which makes it difficult to engage him." replied the old man with a hint of apology in his voice.
"Oh." the person behind the curtain knitted his brow but did not comment any further.
" I guess I'll have to send 6th Eye," he said after some thinking.
" Why is that we are recovering the books after releasing them outside?" Asked the old man after a moment of hesitation. He had this question in his mind ever since his master had given the mission to recover all the copies of that book after he purposely released them outside. However, he did not have to courage to ask because he knew how hot-tempered his master was, until today.
The person behind the curtain took a minute or two before he decided to answer.
" The reason I made copies of the original book and released them outside was in the hope of finding someone that could read them. I've made sure that each of them landed in the possession of the wealthiest or the most powerful families within each empire and had them follow for decades, yet none of were able to decipher the contents of that book."
" After decades of searching, I've finally found one of the descendants of that traitor. she might be able to read that book and the 5th Eye is bringing her as we speak."
" As such, I've no need for this long scheme anymore. Even though I've only put part of the content of the original in the copies, I have no ideas what contents I put in as I was unable to understand them myself."
" I might have even put the most important secret within one of them. Now that I know that the traitor had a family before he went rogue and some of his descendants are still alive, I need to get those copies back as soon as possible." replied the person behind the curtain.
After finding out that Henry had left some descendants behind, the person behind the curtain was in a rush to get all the copies back. Just like he was able to find one person that might be able to read the book, who says that the others who had the copies in their possession won't as well. Not to mention, those families are as powerful and resourceful as well. So, he had to make sure that none of them were able to read not even a word from that book. before he had found out about the descendants left behind by Henry, he was willing to take the risk, but now, everything's different. he won't take any more chances.
Listening to him, the old man had a huge smile on his face because they were finally going to know the contents of that book. As an old member of the organization, he clearly knew how powerful Henry was and the type of weapons and the vast otherworldly knowledge he possessed before he betrayed them.
" The day is finally here and it won't be long before I took control over the whole Egul Continent. Once, I find that weapon and break through the legendary Archmage, Not even the Magic-Knight Council would be able to stop me." Said the person behind the curtain with a devilish smile as well as a look of anticipation on his face.
Advertisement
The Legend of Rayola the Deathless [Dead]
[This story is Discontinued] Another story based on the lore, which has been expanded and with far more details and hopefully better writing shall be released later on. After about the tenth time she died, Rayola started to think, that maybe she didn't come out quite right, even by supernatural standards. Of course, the pale white skin and hair, plus the blazing orange eyes might have been a clue and it was getting harder and harder to blend in. To top it all off, she has no memory of who she is and there's an incredibly suspiscious, snarky voice in her head making quips about her life choices. Even worse was the inability to sleep. At first, she thought that maybe she was just an overly messed up zombie or even a vampire! But she was proven wrong time and time agian... there were too many inconsistencies and it made her uneasy. The final straw was the issue with her own identity. At first she was okay with being her own brand-new person, but as more and more ghosts of her past started to slowly catch up, she had no choice but to set off on a journey... A journey to discover who she once was, and to find out what had happened to her. It was for no noble cause but merely one for personal salvation. Yet, her actions left behind a legend in her wake.
8 101Abyssus
Like one, whom on a lonesome road, Doth walk in fear and dread, And having turned around walks on And turns no more his head For he knows, behind him A frightful fiend doth tread. — The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
8 129Game Cheater Reincarnated
MC thinks he is a humble gentlemen that haven't harmed a single person in his life and helps anyone who he can help without making it a «L’ours et l’amateur des jardins» type of favor as much as he canfiction of a Skyrim fan
8 136Overthrowing Fate
Xu Min realized that he was gifted with an exceptional talent for cultivation as he was training to become a family guard. His path was set before him but due to jealousy of man, misfortune befell him. Xu Min found that he could trust no one in a world where only the strong survived. Xu Min left many things behind to thread upon the world of vengeance. Entering an unknown world filled with danger lurking around every corner, where new enemies were created and few friends were made, Xu Min moved forward with unfaltering determination. Xu Min would never forget the fateful day that forever tore down his dreamlike world, a day where he lost the most important person to him. Spurred on by vengeance he sat out on a journey to become the strongest of them all.
8 210World War Zed
World War Zed : The Survivors' Stories - It is ten years since Britain declared itself free of the Zombie menace. This book compiles the untold stories of survivors across the world, how they survived, how the spread of the Infection impacted on their lives, and how they fought against the moaning horde of undead that threatened the very continuation of the human race. (Horror / Fan Fiction, Fan fiction of Max Brooks' World War Z.)~If you've read this and fancy more zombies, or something that isn't fanfic then I've got the zombie novel WalkerZ on my profile.
8 107Failed Hero
He couldn't help anyone in the end. He had tried, oh how he had tried, but in the end nothing came of it. So he had decded to end it, to join the numerous namelless cadavers scraped up and tossed in a morgue. But for this nameless victem, death was not the end. First Story, constructive criticism would be appreciated
8 91