Chapitre 23: Trial Mission: Become The True King of Atlantis

Zeras felt himself getting shoved through space with speed. His eyes were forcefully closed and he couldn't even move a muscle under the force but he immediately felt the surroundings around him become stable in the next second.

Slowly opening his eyes, the walls were jagged and rough, lit up in different runes which pulsed every now and then like a heartbeat illuminating the area.

It was a long narrow cave which extended deep into the distance.

He marvelled at the beauty of the place but there was also a solemn aura present. An aura of mystery and foreboding.

Zeras immediately began walking forward, moving deeper into the cave, the runes around it lighting up, illuminating his way as he delved deeper into the unknown.

After about an hour of walking and being alert, he finally arrived at the end of the cave, which was a block-hole.

But there was something different about the end.

On it, the picture of a golden-coloured trident was drawn, just about two metres in height. Different runes covered its body radiating a gentle golden light, with the three prongs gleaming coldly like the sharpest of blades.

Just behind the trident, the figure of a man covered in golden-coloured fish scales could be seen, in a motion as if trying to grab the trident, but his hands were still a few inches from completely taking hold of it.

Zeras moved towards the drawing, as his hands inched closer towards the diagram hesitantly, but eventually touched and gently trailed the golden-coloured trident drawn.

While it was just an ordinary painting, he felt himself stifled as if under horrifying pressure, while the might he could feel emanating from it was like that of a mountain.

A voice suddenly echoed in the cave bringing him out of his thoughts

"Welcome, young Collins to the Crimson Dimension.

You have chosen to walk a path never before explored. Then step up towards the trial with no fear in your heart for the truth which you might seek lies just within your grasp."

The voice reverberated within the narrow space as the painting of the trident suddenly flared with a blinding golden light.

A gigantic whirlpool of golden energy was formed, continuously revolving.

"You have chosen the fate of the trident. You have been given a trial of great danger but also with a great reward if completed.

Your mission is to defeat the false king and become the True King Of Atlantis."

Zeras stared at the whirlpool as he took a deep breath in.

This was a trial said to give him great rewards but besides that, it was his ticket towards entering the EIA.

He was well aware that it was the trial that would be hardest among the entire group of participants but he was prepared.

With mind steeled and a burning focus, he moved towards the golden whirlpool unflinchingly as his figure passed through it disappearing within.

The whirlpool also closed after that leaving only the painting of a golden-coloured trident with the hands of a man which inched closer to it than ever.

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"Devyn! Devyn! Devyn! Devyn! Devyn! DevynDevyn! Devyn! Devyn! Devyn! Devyn!" The name was repeatedly chanted by the voice of billions as the gigantic colosseum shook from the mighty vibration.

Zeras eyes widened as he stared around him, he felt something different about the air as if it was moving like. Wait???

"This... This is water!!!" He's underwater, he immediately tried to stop his breathing and cover his nose when he suddenly felt strange.

Did he just hear his own voice right now?

Releasing his hold on his breathing, he felt the same way, the water didn't seem to affect him at all. It was just like breathing in the air.

"Where...where am I..." Zeras was brought out of his thoughts by the deafening voice as he found out that he was seated, staring at the people, he was momentarily shocked as he saw they were a little different.

Their teeth were jagged like that of a fish while silver scales covered part of their faces and extended under their clothings.

Their hair was longer than usual and some even possessed fishtails instead of legs. It reminded him of the Mermaid race he once heard about from Grandma Mia in the orphanage.

Apart from those differences, they seemed human in every other way, but they weren't human.

NO! They are the citizens of Atlantis.

He stood up as he wondered what was the cause of the noise, causing him to also take a look at the bottom of the colosseum and there it was.

Two men dressed in silver armor. Both held gigantic tridents in their hand as they clashed powerfully within the stage shaking the area around them with their power.

"This..He was in a battle Colloseum!"