Chapter 236 - Fear
A moment comes in one’s life where they realize that events would sometimes unfold in the worst possible ways, and they had no way to overcome them. They would feel a sense of helplessness as they shook their heads depreciatingly, wondering why their luck was always this bad. They would feel chains wrapping around them as they were dragged further and further down, continuing to sink until only darkness remained for them.
The many beings in the centermost cavern of the Treasure Abode where the Devilish Time Unveiler lay were just beginning to feel this familiar feeling.
They physically began to feel space constricting around them first as the being rising from the black coffin used some inexplicable technique to restrict any and all spatial movements. They then emotionally began to feel this same feeling as they began to understand just who the deformed skeleton with atrophied muscles was.
"I thought I would catch many more fish in my net with how widely I spread the news, you know?"
CRACK!
The decrepit skeleton was nonchalantly talking as it stretched in bones that had not been moved in hundreds of years, the blackened muscle covering it slowly pulsing as it was seemingly being filled with more and more energy with time.
None of the individuals in the cavern replied at the words of the skeleton, because all the beings that chose to come into this Treasure Abode knew the one that should have been buried dead and long gone in history.
They knew the history of the being that should be dead, the being that was now actually standing in front of them. They knew of the cruelty of the Devilish Time Unveiler!
The voice rang out nonchalantly again as the raised skeletal hand did not go back down, but stayed in the air as it continued to tap several times.
POP!
POP!
POP!
Powerful individuals that could be considered experts in the outside world were struck inexplicably by these attacks that traveled through space, and those with weak defenses found themselves exploding into bloody mass of gore instantly as their origin and essence was quickly absorbed, lines of arteries and veins beginning to prominently appear on the body of the skeleton as it killed more and more people.
Grand Elder Amos and the Black Serpent let out maddening shouts as they used the tremendous strength in their bodies...and started sending attacks towards the skeleton standing atop the black coffin.
The Celestial, Drax, opened the third eye on his forehead even wider as it began to bleed, letting out attacks of his own as he spoke clearly to all the beings remaining in the cavern.
"Focus all your attacks on him now, don’t let him kill any more of us, or we will all die!"
The Punisher at the peak of Rank 3 Celestial, or Saint Realm, finally began moving as the life of the Celestial he was commanded to protect was in great danger.
A crackle of a laugh was the only thing heard resounding through the cavern as the schemer from hundreds of years ago moved his fingers yet again to meet the oncoming attacks.