Ashes Of Deep Sea

Chapter 532 - 532 533 Night Hunt

?Chapter 532: Chapter 533: Night Hunt Chapter 532: Chapter 533: Night Hunt Before this incomprehensible scene of terror, the man froze for a second or two, then suddenly let out a scream, frantically throwing the wine glass away and dodging to the side.

The glass fell to the floor and shattered instantly, the remaining wine spilling on the floor like blood, with every drop’s surface seemingly flashing with tiny flames and ominous, dignified faces. The man staggered backward, nearly tripping over the sofa next to him, and finally steadied himself by leaning against the wall.

He panted heavily, staring at the broken glass and liquid on the floor, his heart pounding as if it were about to burst. The symbiotic Smoke Dust Jellyfish wandered blindly and chaotically through the air beside him, gradually contracting into a weird spherical shape.

The shattered glass and liquid on the floor no longer held that terrifying reflection. The scene that had just occurred seemed like nothing more than a horrifying illusion. The man gasped for breath, trying to steady his emotions by inhaling more fresh air. A less assured delusion slowly emerged from the depths of his heart; perhaps it was just a hallucination, perhaps he was just too tense…

“It’s all an illusion, all an illusion… It’s a mental misalignment after encountering the influence of Subspace…” he muttered to himself rapidly, applying psychological suggestions to himself while drawing power from the Profound Demons within to construct spiritual protection, “Stop the associations, stop the recollections, avoid the connections, avoid the connections… The Saint bestow protection, grant me eternal life in the Profound, The Saint bestow…”

“I appreciate your optimism,” a voice entered his ear, “but blind optimism doesn’t solve the problem—relax, I just want to learn something from you.”

The man abruptly stopped his prayers, the voice by his ear sounding like dreadful whispers from Subspace, tangibly gripping his mind. He slowly turned his stiff neck to look in the direction of the voice and saw it was the glass of the liquor cabinet—the glass quietly burned with a ghostly green flame, reflecting the specter that had returned from Subspace.

“Get out!”

A surge of courage arose from nowhere; the Heretic suddenly turned fierce, drawing the power of the Smoke Dust Jellyfish, and threw a filthy, dark ball of corrosion at the cabinet, which exploded on impact, shattering the whole cabinet and sending glass fragments scattering throughout the room.

However, before the shards even hit the ground, that terrifying figure appeared once more in a corner mirror of the room: “Had enough venting? If so, let’s talk.”

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