Bab 61: Chapter 60: Mad Light
I blinked in disbelief, my heart pounding so fiercely I could feel it echoing in my ears. There, beneath the grotesque mass of gnawing, deformed creatures, hidden under the colossal giant's bulk, was an opening—a dark, gaping hole that seemed to lead into the depths of the quarry.
"A way out?", I whispered, my voice barely audible over the cacophony of guttural chewing and primal growls. My fingers tightened around the hilt of Silver Lining as hope flickered in my chest, tenuous but persistent.
The path wasn't clear, though. The deformed devourers were everywhere, their bulbous forms writhing and fighting in a grotesque dance of survival. If I tried to descend without a plan, I would either be consumed or crushed beneath their mass.
"Think, damn it," I muttered, forcing myself to stay calm. The air was thick with dust and the abhorrent stench of rotting flesh, making it harder to focus, but I had no choice. I needed to find a way down without drawing attention.
But of course, that was impossible.
And that wasn't just because of the deformed devourers or the breathing giant. It was the nature of the quarry.
The quarry's humongous size halted any fruitful advance I could make on foot, which was pretty much my only mode of transportation.
And to rub salt in my wounds, the quarry's walls were truly staggering in height, trying to descend it would be a nightmare.
BWHOOSH!
The giant let out another exhale, causing the fog of dust to disperse violently in all directions and blowing my hair and clothes back.
With a sigh, I plopped down to the ground taking my usual lotus sitting position before resting my head on my left hand – Silver Lining was being held in an erect position by my right.
My eyes were fixated on the breathing giant and the sprawling tumors, moving occasionally with the tide of the odious battle and with each breath the giant took.
I was observing them.
Taking notes of their appearances, ticks, habits, behaviors and most importantly, might.
Open.
From an outline and a handful of sparks, a piece of slightly burnt meat stuck on a stick manifested into my grasp.
[Equipped Item: Overcooked Meat Stick]
CHOMP!
Without sparing it a glance, I took a deep bite, chewed the crunchy meat and swallowed it.
"Open."
I summoned two other items from my inventory – a plain glass cup and a keg made of stone.
[Equipped Item: Empty Goblet]
[Equipped Item: Stone Gallon]
I put down the stick of meat and poured myself a glass of pure, pristine water.
TINK!
I swirled it for a couple of minutes as my gaze returned back to the messy chaos beneath.
"This will probably take a while...might as well get comfy.", I muttered as my gaze remained fixated on the spiraling bedlam.
...
ROAR!
CREE! CREE!!
EEE!! EEE!!
CRASH!!
All sorts of disturbing noises could be heard within the boundaries of a deep, humongous quarry.
In this quarry, a harrowing battle or rather...a war was taking place in it.
It was a war with no shape or structure...not that war had any form of uniformity but that the war in question was just too messy, too harrowing.
The perpetrators of this mayhem were millions of cannibalistic creatures who seemed to resemble tumors of flesh – having entirely wrong body proportions, owning one or two limbs, possessing abhorrent chasmic maws and dark, odious eyes which seemed to glint with a burning light of madness and profane hunger.
They seemed to be the very embodiment of chaos.
Yes, indeed.
This ravenous horde were formed of Fomorians; wicked, bloodthirsty Fomorians who fought, killed and ate each other without mercy.
They had no structure, no order just pure chaos and madness.
Even when they were killed and eaten, they still seemed to multiply, continuing to grow in size, might and violence.
They were absolutely alien. Everything surrounding them just seemed too alien and outlandish to grasp except, their one goal...
The abyss below.
The only supposed escape route from this vast chasm.
However, one thing stood in their way.
The body of the Breathing Giant.
A massive humanoid creature that blocked the path to the abyss below. This colossal behemoth spanned over a kilometer in length and numerous meters in breadth. Its bombastic size more than easily dwarfed the more modest heights of the Fomorians, making them appear as ants in its midst.
It simply laid like it were in an eternal rest, breathing forth large plumes of dust and sand which dispersed across the air and nested at the edges of the quarry, like a malfeasant fog which occasionally fell down and enshrouded the jagged corners of the quarry in its unseen orifices.
The Breathing Giant was indifferent to the brutal actions of the measly Fomorians, effortlessly resisting their futile attempts at eradicating it.
But of course, such might begs a crucial question.
If the Breathing Giant was so strong, why wouldn't it get rid of the scattered Fomorians? Why let them prey on its flesh?
You see the Breathing Giant is neither dead nor alive – it simply breathed, sustaining itself with the World Energy which stored itself in its core. It tethered on the edge between life and death; the same state which the Profane Cockatrice was in before its core was destroyed.
In other words, the Breathing Giant was in a state of suspended animation and as a result, the chaotic war which had raged on for over a hebdomad was locked in a furious stalemate.
Meanwhile atop the edges of the quarry, a lonesome figure resided.
Unlike the foolish Fomorians who mindlessly gnawed at the flesh of the Breathing Giant, expecting to somehow rid it out of their way through brute force, the lonesome figure carefully watched it.
The figure in question had been observing the ruthless carnage for several days, formulating a plan to reach the abyss below.
Several bizarre tools, books, old papers with odd scribbles were littered across the ground. A wooden chest, a broken lantern, an Egyptian longbow, an empty quiver, a strange-looking hatchet and two stone kegs could also be seen.
The figure had been pondering on how to escape throughout the week, making preparations and enduring several sleepless nights.
It was only now that his plan was beginning to bear fruit.
"hihihi... hihihi...HAHAHA...", Alex let out a crazed laugh, his bloodshot eyes which had large bags under them shone with a mad light.
"At last, I've finally...finished...", he spoke in a coarse tone, as if his throat had been struck with a grate.
He threw away a white-hot Kriss dagger and stared at the back of his left hand.
On it, was a macabre drawing of the Teleportation circle, engraved in his flesh.
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