Chapter 615 - Golden Strings Toward the Void
Chapter 615: Golden Strings Toward the Void
There was a large, white banyan tree that supported an equally large treehouse among its thick branches.
This treehouse was called “The Luminous”, which was shown by a luminous stone tablet hanging on a branch near its entrance. This hotel-like structure would be Angor’s first destination during his search for Nausica.
They landed on the ground beneath the tree while listening to the spotted puppy still barking loudly at the beautiful structure in front of them.
“Is Nausica here?” Shan frowned as she looked at the unlit treehouse, which seemed to be haunted.
“Let’s go and see.”
Angor never managed to comprehend the puppy’s intention. But they couldn’t wander around the entire Sleepless City and look through the countless buildings without a lead to follow, and the puppy was the only thing that MIGHT give them a clue.
There were about a dozen wooden ladders that led to the hotel house. When Angor’s group climbed to the hotel’s door, the door was knocked open by a swarm of parasites that appeared like countless fireflies above their heads.
The iron bars were full of thorny vines that had bright-looking roses growing on them. Instead of the stench of dead bodies, the air was filled with a faint, sweet fragrance.
They weren’t exactly glad to smell it because wizards usually had another name for this particular scent—Whiff of the Dead.
This was produced by a certain flower that survived by draining on the rotten corpses buried underground. There were wizards with special tastes who loved perfumes brewed by using this ominous flower. As long as one didn’t mind how the perfume was made, they would enjoy the more potent aroma compared to using other products of the same kind.
“Let’s get inside.” Angor moved first.
Shan followed behind on uncertain steps. “Hey, Angor… what happened to that woman earlier? Is Nausica going to…”
“Yes. This is why we must find her before she completely loses it. We don’t have time now.”
They reached their target soon. There was the same monster nest built at the center of the cemetery, where someone captured by Yorkshire was hung above it.
It wasn’t Nausica. Although the captive was someone else they knew—Gank.
Similar to the other victims, his large body had been penetrated by several golden strings. He was roaring out both in pain and rage. That strange mask he used to wear was cut open, exposing a pair of bleeding eyes.
“We did something to remove most of his responsiveness against emotions and bodily harm. He’s crying blood like that because he cannot take it anymore!” Shan called out to Angor.
Gank heard Shan’s voice and looked her way, calling her name weakly.
“He’s not possessed! He knows me! How do we get him out? We must do something now!”
Angor already knew that these captured people who were to be made into “interlayer containers” were free of parasites, probably because it was easier to break their sanity in this way. This meant the time it took for their last defense line to break down solely depended on their mental fortitude.