Due to the beam of light generated by Derek Berg the strange starry mist gradually vanished making the room more visible for the them to easily inspect this room.
What they saw was totally unexpected,other than the laboratory equipments and tools they saw cages of different sizes and shapes some were filled will murky water while some were style like habitat aquarium for some type of animals or creatures of various sizes .
Traces of liquids could be seen on the floor some were white,blue , yellow but there were small patches of blood splattered over the walls this room looked like it was once a warzone or an arena of some kind.
As the group silently inspected. They noticed the walls painted with animals they had never seen before. These animals seemed innocent and didn't have any form of beyonder characteristics influence, they looked like sane and intelligent.
Derrick after looking at the paintings on the walls was in bewilderment he had seen similar creatures in the books he read when was still a very young boy.
Theses are normal creatures. Derrick blurted out in clear certainly.
The others slowly turned their head towards him and the paintings of creatures fors and Alger hadn't seen before.
I've seen some of them before in an ancient texts , these creatures don't have any beyonder characteristics in them
Is it possible there was a time that beyond creatures didn't exist?
Which I thought was weird at first because all things contained godhood but what if for a time it was suppressed to a point that godhood barely existed.
Alger after hearing Derrick words looked hesitant to believe whether Derrick info on such innocent looking creatures were actually false or made up.
If that was possible then how would
As Alger said that Fors cast her attention towards the dimly like area of the room. A transparent glass case could be seen. This feeling she had was instinctive asking her to probe around towards it.
She immediately focused back to Alger and Derrick and said .
What you've said is impossible after the original Creator split everything we know of came to be, if there are some creatures that didn't possess godhood within them actually existed they would've since been erased.
Fors had quickly come up with an answer to Derrick question. If by some way creatures that possessed little to no godhood or connection to the primordial one they'd quickly be wiped out by beyonder creatures or nature, they wouldn't be able to survive the turmoil and dangerous that existed in this world and would swiftly be eradicate.
As Derrick mind began to spurn with more questions and theories, he realized that now is not the time , he would simply think more on this when this was over.
But he could mind saying one more things
If it's possible to supress godhood and madness we would be able to find better means to use against the outer dieties.
Derrick thought turned calm as he imagined the dangers surrounding above the sequence entities coming to an end .
Alger and Fors didn't make any comments as the walked towards the glass container Fors had been attracted to earlier.
As Derrick like made the material more visible what they saw was a cluster of dead transparent maggot that resembled meat tendrals that was strangely preserved in this room that hadn't been open for a long Time.
As the looked that it they realized that it looked similar to a worn of time that Derrick had once conjured when they were about the grey fog.
What Amon had once used to parasitize him a time in the past to enter the space above the grey fog. They couldn't forget such a moment as it was the first time an external force was almost able to infiltrate it. Luckily mr Fool was able to detect and stop amons attempt.
But something was off and Fors noticed it almost instantly, being an angel of the door pathway her mythical creature form were also worm based called the worms of stars.
It was a necessity addition when she advanced to a demigod .
Although she had never once made any attempts to transform she has gained information from teacher Dylan the head of the Abraham family.
This cluster of dead worms weren't from a worm of time for it bore similar appearance and characteristics to a worms of stars that would surely explain her strange pull toward it.
In truth this worms seemed to be a mixture of the three beyond creatures of,
Bizzare sorcerer, secret sorcerer and parasite all in one.
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Klein sat quietly within the dim interior of the carriage as it rolled along the mist-veiled streets toward Hall Manor. The rhythmic clatter of hooves against the cobblestones provided a steady undertone to his thoughts. At this moment, he was not the cautious adventurer nor the enigmatic deity lurking beyond the veil — but Dwayne Dantès, the affluent tycoon of Backlund, whose composure concealed the secrets of divinity itself.
To any observer, it would seem curious — even absurd — that a man whispered to be a bounty hunter of the extraordinary would seek the company of the city's celebrated "Gem of Backlund." Yet Klein was well aware that appearances were but masks, and this meeting, cloaked in mundane civility, was meant for matters far beyond ordinary understanding.
He had already performed a divination before setting out. The revelation, though shrouded and incomplete, had confirmed that only Derrick, Fors, and Alger had embarked upon that mysterious, unnamed expedition. The cause of it was obscured, as though hidden behind an intentional curtain of fate — but Klein did not press further. He merely let the matter settle at the edge of his mind, preferring observation to inquiry.
Turning his gaze toward the window, he allowed his thoughts to drift with the passing scenery. Outside, the city breathed — its citizens bustling through the streets, vendors calling, the distant chime of carriage bells mingling with the hum of life. The Land of Hope, they called it. To them, Backlund was the pinnacle of civilization — a place where dreams could be forged by ambition alone.
A faint smile touched his lips.
How blissful it must be… he thought, to live unaware — to struggle for bread and comfort without ever glimpsing the madness beneath the skin of the world.
He leaned back, eyes half-lidded, as the reflection of his borrowed face flickered in the glass. Though nostalgia tugged faintly at him — that longing for simplicity, for ignorance — he knew such days were forever beyond reach.
For he was no longer merely Klein Moretti, nor even Dwayne Dantès.
He was the Lord of Mysteries — and for beings such as he, the comfort of normalcy was a luxury long since devoured by fate itself.