ushernet Chapter 213: 207: The Well of Darkness
Chapter 213: 207: The Well of Darkness
Chapter 213: Chapter 207: The Well of Darkness
“This doesn’t seem like something Demons would do, does it?” Bruto expressed his growing interest, “Aren’t they inherently chaotic? How can they fulfill a duty for so long?”
“They are direct creations of the Abyss,” Kalalin shrugged, “I advise you not to ask too many questions, at least not here.”
The Dwarf wanted to say something more, but in the end, he held it back. If the ground beneath their feet were to slant any further, walking would indeed become impossible.
The group quickly left the Portal of the Land of Thousand Eyes, uninterested in exploring the Eye Demons’ plane beyond the portal, and the bloodied flesh in front of the portal would soon attract other local residents.
They traversed mountain paths, tunnels, and stone bridges, occasionally killing some oblivious Frols or Kas, extracting one or two low-value gemstones from the rock faces, but they gained no clues about the Eye of Sarezdon.
The closest they came was when they found a cave blocked by numerous metal bars, continuously emitting a stream of pitch-black water. Lancelot indeed sensed something special, but Elothysia immediately dampened their enthusiasm.
“That is a portal to the seventy-third layer of the Abyss, the Dark Well,” the Succubus Paladin looked uneasily around, “We better leave this place quickly.”
“Is this the entrance to the Dark Well?” Upon hearing this, Kalalin’s reaction was similar to Elothysia’s, barely glancing at the so-called portal. Instead, his gaze swept around as if worried about the sudden appearance of a powerful foe similar to a portal’s guard, “Lancelot, we better listen to her and leave here quickly.”
“And also Samael Amor, the former Queen of the Succubus,” Elothysia added, “who was also a former lover of Dimogorgen. If one day you decide to confront the Demon Prince, it would be wise to seek her aid.”
“Let’s hope we never have to seek her help,” Lancelot shook his head, yet he was also curious, “But if someone outside helps, is it possible for a prisoner to escape?”
“It’s very rare, but not unprecedented, which is why many scholars who study the history of the Abyss can recount every such instance from memory,” Kalalin shrugged, “As Elothysia mentioned, these prisoners often possess their former foes’ or masters’ deadliest secrets. So, you can imagine how heavily guarded those cells are. Ordinary worshippers could never ‘fish’ someone out from inside, unless it is a direct order from the Hall of Sorrow or some powerful divine force discreetly stirring things, which might enable a prisoner’s release.”
“The Hall of Sorrow?” Lancelot turned his head in surprise, “From what you’re saying, it seems to hold great power, even able to command an Abyssal Lord to release a prisoner?”
“The Hall of Sorrow is the four hundredth layer of the Abyss,” Kalalin hesitated for a moment and looked towards Elothysia, “Maybe you should explain this part?”
“When I was... just a regular succubus, I visited that place several times,” the Holy Warrior hesitated before speaking, “If we successfully captured a particularly evil soul, it could be handed over to the Soul Judge of the Hall of Sorrow, and the reward received was much better than what my former master provided. I’m sorry, I actually don’t know much about it, maybe you should continue.”
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