BXBX NOVEL Chapter 619 I Lost Her
Chapter 619 I Lost Her
Recollections of the intricate patterns etched across his skin flooded his mind. Glenn, in her valiant attempt to whisk him away to safety, had manipulated the spacial runes responsible for teleportation. However, the process had been fraught with challenges — the runes were incomplete, lacking the essential details for determining a final destination.
Glenn's fading consciousness had left the runes in a state of flux, unable to ascertain a specific endpoint for Lenny's teleportation.
The void, torn by the forceful entry into this otherworldly realm, had acted as an unpredictable conduit, casting him into the nether with no predetermined coordinates.
Lenny grappled with the implications of his unintended arrival in the nether realm. The very fabric of this dimension seemed to resist understanding, a complex tapestry woven with threads of arcane energy and shadowy mysteries. The torn veil of the void, through which he had been unceremoniously thrust, now left him to navigate an expanse where the rules of existence were as elusive as the shadows that shrouded his surroundings.
The incomplete spacial runes had become both a beacon and a curse, guiding him to a destination he hadn't chosen. The nether realm, with its enigmatic landscapes and veiled secrets, became an unintended stage for his continued journey.
In those quiet moments, as Lenny lay still on the strange and otherworldly ground of the nether realm, the powerful essence of the Primordial beast's core continued its work. A gentle, yet potent healing energy surged through Lenny's body, restoring what was once lost.
His arm, which had been severed in the fierce battle, miraculously regenerated in a matter of minutes. It was a testament to the formidable strength embedded within the Primordial beast's core.
As the physical mending unfolded, Lenny's mind began to drift into a state of reflection. The touch of the invitation stone in his hand acted as a poignant reminder of the sacrifice made by Glenn, the fiery and enigmatic witch who had fought valiantly by his side. The gem, now cradled in his palm, held a weight of sorrow that settled in his heart.
For a moment, Lenny's guard relaxed, allowing the floodgates of emotion to open. He raised the gem to eye level, and the sight of it stirred a complex blend of feelings within him. Glenn's death struck a chord, invoking a profound sense of sadness that he found himself grappling with. It was a melancholy realization that she had given her life for him in the chaos of battle.
In the quiet recesses of his mind, Lenny wrestled with conflicting sentiments. He had convinced himself that he couldn't allow love to take root, that he needed to distance himself to quell the growing affection he felt for Glenn. Yet, as the waves of sorrow washed over him, he couldn't deny the importance of her presence in his life.
Memories of Glenn surfaced, painted in the hues of her distinctive ginger-colored hair and the warmth of her smile. She was a soul unlike any other, and even though she had origins entwined with other witches, Lenny couldn't escape the truth that she was, in essence, his.
The realization, perhaps buried deep within his subconscious, brought forth a genuine sense of loss.
Lenny grappled with the ambiguity of his emotions. Was it a loss of love that tugged at his heartstrings, or was it the absence of something he had once regarded as possession?
It was a question left unanswered as he closed his eyes, allowing the memories and emotions to weave together in the quiet expanse of the nether realm.
In the raw honesty of this moment, Lenny faced the complexities of human connection and the profound impact that loss could have on the tapestry of his experiences. Besides, at his core, he was still a man, made of flesh and bones, although much tougher than most, it was still there.
As Lenny reminisced about the sensation of Glenn's skin beneath his fingertips, the echo of her pleas lingered in his thoughts. She had implored him to stay, promising a life of tranquility within the protective bounds of her domain. The allure of such a peaceful existence momentarily tugged at his resolve.
Yet, like a rising tide, a stronger conviction swiftly eclipsed the tempting vision. In his mind's eye, the imposing figure of Cuban, his former master, and a member of the Asmodeus family, emerged.
A cold declaration reverberated within Lenny's consciousness: "Asmodeus family, you touched my property. I'll be coming back for retribution." Lenny muttered these words with a quiet intensity so profound that his blood quivered in the acknowledgement of those words.
He had not spoken of retribution on Cuban but rather on the entire Asmodeus family.
Amidst these contemplations, a sense of urgency gripped him. It was then that he noticed something amiss with the Primordial beast's core. An unsettling realization took hold, prompting him to shift his focus to the enigmatic source of power that lay within his grasp.
The primordial beast core was the core of a peak Great demon powerhouse. However, right before lenny's eyes, it was flickering like a light bulb that was tempted to go off.
Something was definitely not right. After all, with the power in this core alone, lenny knew that entering the great Demon realm would not be a problem and he might even make it to the fourth or even fifth stage of the great Demon rank.
This was not just any core, it was core of an ancient beast with Hundred thousands of years under its belt. Its energy was thick and well condensed. It was definitely nothing like lenny had seen before.
However, right before his eyes, it was losing power.