As he walked up through the stairs reaching the second floor, he realised it—that the infrastructure of the tower was logicless... but this was the world of mysteries where everything was possible. He realised that he had entered the room beyond the walls in the passageway.
The room was quiet, and slightly lit up. There was broken furniture in the corner surrounded by the spider webs. And from the other corner was another staircase, perhaps leading to the other room beyond the walls of the corridor.
But just then his eyes caught something which was suspended in the air supported by string threads attached to the ceiling, a large ancient looking egg.
'Huh? What's an egg doing here?' He thought in amusement.
Tightening the grip on the divine sword he stepped forward, swinging it backwards.
'It may bulge out at any moment, I should take no risks.'
Bringing the sword from back he swung it at the ancient looking egg, slashing it into two pieces like a smooth cut on the butter.
But just then, the tower trembled with a creaking sound. The dusts falling down, c
The egg had disappeared into thin air like it didn't exist nor was there in the chamber.
And just then his eyes caught something at the stairs, his eyes widened and the strange feeling grew more in his heart.
The tentacles and tail-like structure swirled, moving towards him
It was as if the being that he'd thought might be a threat.
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Just as the tentacles coiled at him, he stepped back and swung, cutting its tip.
But unfortunately it regenerated.
He cut it again a few times but again they regenerated.
'So I have no choice left but to locate the source.' Without any expression he side stepped letting the tentacles pierce the air and lunged towards the stairs.
As he reached near the stairs, he stroke the tentacles, cutting it completely from the room and ran upstairs before it could regenerate
It looked like the tentacle's source was at the last floor as they were coming from far, there was no end to them.
And just as he reached the end of the stairs, there was another similar room, exactly but here there were plenty of tentacles swirling and lunging at him.
He was exhausted, breathing heavily he needed to reach the source quickly.
Just then he ordered nature subconsciousnessly.
"I order you to exert an exceptionally huge force with each swing of the sword."
Following that with a smirk on his face, he swung the divine sword with his all night on the swirling tentacles while staying idle at his place.
A huge wind blew up across the room as the blade moved, the tentacles twisted and splattered blood all over the room—on the walls, ceiling, furniture as well as himself.
But just like before the tentacles started regenerating from the uncut part at the uploading stairs in the corner. But it'd take a lot of time to grow that many parts at the same time.
Considering that thought in his mind, Ibaan hurriedly moved forward for the upfloor.
The tentacles didn't move, were just regrowing he lost parts as he'd guessed that it'd buy him time to reach the source creature of the tentacles.
As he reached the next floor it was filled with plenty of tentacles emerging from an creature with small bald head like an octopus with two socket of eyes, empty and many sticky wet invaginations coming out.
The two fangs elongated out its mouth and a small tentacles emrged from its nose swirling, glowing faintly with countless insects like structures moving aimlessly on it.
It looked like it was dead and alive at the same time.
This time it wasn't any similar floor, it was a large hall without any stairs leading to upfloors.
Which meant it was the top floor, the last floor of the tower.
A rush of andrebminr shot through his body as he analyzed the target.
'Finally, there is going to be an end to this.' He sighed wirha smirk formed on his face.
Just then he felt sometjing awaken, in his heart no in his soul and unknown thing that'd no name, it couldn't be defined.
The tentacles lunged at him at the same time, but he wasn't alone the nature was his companion like always.
He swung his sword, and a gust of wind splashed huge force on the tentacles—however this imr the impact wasn't that much.
The more closer the tentacled are to the source the more ucuttable and avoidable they are.
They'd regeneratedalready.
But he wasn't done yet. He'd a plan lingering in his mind.
Plenty of long sharp obsidian blade poisoned appearing arround him targeting the enemy.
That was what he'd imagined carefully and the exact thing started materializjng around him. And he felt pain in his head, eyes and almost his whole body but he has been in this hell since the beggining, it wasn't time for him to mourn for experiencing the pain.
It was for the first time he was using the Concept Of Creation powers in a battle—maybe not as he hadn't all of his memories with him—although he had guess that it might not work completely.
The poison would enter the creature's body, triggering it to awaken but that would cause an unimaginable trouble but what'd planned was something else.
As the the all blades appeared arround him, a lot of blood formed in his eyes dipping down on the floor through his cheek.
'Now…'
Following that the blades shot out at the creature with tremendous speed as he ordered them to.
Piercing through the tentacles they completely entered inside the body of the creature, posining it from inside—although the poison wasn't that harmful as he didn't know the ingredients of a terrible poison, not in his current memories.
But nothing happened for a while though the tentacles didn't stop not did the creature awaken.
But just then the tentacles trembled no the whole tower trembled.
…
Just then… his face darkened.