"So, it was you," the being said, voice rough and strained, like the words were forced through a mouth never meant for speech.
A crushing pressure washed over Lucen. His hands trembled on the hilt of his sword.
The being took a step forward, space cracked and folded with each step, thin lines stretched across him.
Dark energy coiled around him, absorbing the little light around them.
His legs refused to obey.
Every instinct yelled at him to run, even his reckless humor seemed to still in the presence of this being.
The being reached Lucen, and placed a hand on him.
Like lightning, Lucen felt a huge boulder crash on him.
He lost all ability to think, resistance didn't even register.
The only thing you are good at is getting in trouble, Azarith growled in anger.
Instantly, Lucen's body twitched.
"Then his hazel eyes sank in, replaced by white and black pupils, one on each side.
"Huh!" The being exclaimed.
Instantly, error pulse spun wildly around his body.
"This is..." The being muttered in surprise as he removed its hand hastily.
Its hand had exploded, the only visible thing being the charred black and white flesh.
"You're not normal, are you?" the being muttered in surprise, its hand now regenerating at a rapid pace.
Meanwhile, Lucen's consciousness drifted into a vast expanse where wild, untamed energies clashed, painting the air in waves of aurora light.
He looked forward. There, he saw a huge throne forged from the same color as the space.
Upon it sat a towering figure, still as stone, with two immense horns arching from behind his skull like a crown of war.
"Is this my soul realm? I thought it was only accessible to tier 7 bonded," Lucen thought.
He stared at the figure, his gaze narrowing.
"That should be Azarith, he took control of my body."
Then, the energy coiled together, forming a huge screen in front of Lucen.
"Is that the true face of the void being? why does he look like a wolf," Lucen thought.
"I should stop thinking about this, and focus on the battle. Maybe I can learn error pulse better from the original owner."
Watch, this is how error pulse is used, Azarith said to Lucen.
Causacrum shifted slightly, forming a huge boot in his leg.
Boom! Azarith jumped up, creating cracks that destroyed the floor beneath them.
Mid-air, Causacrum pulsed, moving from his leg to his hands as gauntlets.
The void being looked up, amusement clear in his expression.
Azarith delivered a huge blow to the void being's head with great force.
The void being smiled lightly, and raised its hand to deflect the punch.
The moment their fists collided, shockwaves erupted, the ground beneath them blew into dust.
Lucen watched in shock from his soul realm.
"He blocked that? With just a hand."
Azarith somersaulted back, enough to create a space between him and the void being.
As he landed, Causacrum transformed into a disc of drifting light.
Azarith caught it with his left hand, and hurled it at the void being at a blinding speed.
The void being smiled, then a black shimmering portal materialised in front of him.
Azarith smirked when he saw this.
The flying disk's body instantly turned ash, the light on the disc dimming.
"Did he just coat the disc in error pulse," Lucen looked at the disc like a 2-year-old looking at their favorite toy.
"Huh!" There was a flicker in the void being's eyes, but it went back after that.
The portal swallowed the disc whole, removing it from sight.
Then, a ripple, then the entire portal collapsed, the disk grew bigger as it devoured the power from the portal.
"Error pulse could also do this?"
The void being's eye widened in surprise as he raised his two hands in quickly.
The disc cut cleanly through his hand, the residual energy burning it deeply.
The void being roared in pain, his hand melting rapidly.
It quickly coated its arm in shadow energy, stopping the hand from getting worse.
But his hand did not regenerate, it only stopped the melt down.
"You," the void being growled in anger as its dark energy flared, devouring everything, and throwing Azarith into an endless dark void.
Azarith's body tensed as he discovered where he was.
I am sure you can hear me, Azarith said to Lucen.
"Yes, how can I help you?"
There is nothing you can do here, but just a warning. If we ever survive this, don't keep charging into danger blindly, he said with a chilling tone.
"Ookay," Lucen said, his eyes watery, not from pain, but from the situation he had caused.
We are in this because of my rash decision, if only I had listened when he asked me to leave, Lucen thought, resentment filling him.
So he had this side of him, Azarith mused internally, amazed.
The wolf void being on the other hand had been charging an attack since they entered.
It was shaped like a huge ball. It constantly absorbed energy from the surrounding.
Azarith squinted his eyes.
How did he even get noticed by someone like this on his first day in the tower?
Wait, now that I think about it, this is only the first floor, how is this void being allowed here? He thought, confused.
As if it was a command, a crimson lightning struck through the void, breaking it easily.
The void being stared at Azarith, tension visible in his expression.
Remember this, sovereign, it is not over.
I, Umbrosith would be waiting for you on the 70th floor.
The entire space collapsed, the attack vaporized.
As the storm cleared, Umbrosith
No, Lucen must not hear what he said, Azarith thought as he disrupted the Lucen's view.
"Why did the view suddenly stop? I wanted to hear what it said."
Lucen felt a sudden wave of nausea, then he was back.
Lucen looked at his hands, as if inspecting a prized treasure.
"What did he say?" He asked Azarith, his gaze stretching across the plain.
Something about calling himself Umbrosith and waiting on the 70th floor. Just a bunch of nonsense.
Lucen smiled when he heard Azarith's words.
"Then we shall accept his invitation," Lucen said, his gaze now wiser than 30 minutes ago.