Ivan’s heart felt as if it were constricting tightly, his heartbeat spiraling beyond his control, nearly catapulting out of his throat!

“Puff!”

Ivan could not withstand the pressure, and a spray of blood burst forth from his lips, his complexion instantly paling to a sickly yellow hue.

Terror gripped him as he pondered whose heartbeat did that belong to? A mere heartbeat had inflicted such grave injury upon him.

How powerful was this being?

Clenching his teeth, Ivan retrieved a fragment from the storage ring.

It was a fragment he acquired during a prior encounter. He remained clueless about its nature. It had not exhibited any fluctuations, and he had considered it mere scrap metal.

Yet, at this moment, an intuition guided him that taking it out could potentially save his life!

He held the scrap iron before him, and with a resounding bang, the rust encasing it was expelled by the rhythmic pulse, unveiling a darkened core.

Amazement surged within Ivan as he witnessed the scrap iron transform into a malevolent artifact of unknown origin, rendering him invulnerable.

“It is useful!” Ivan marveled.

Seemingly, this item could also be given to Lilly if she wanted to venture here in the future.

object possessed the keen edge of a blade, effortlessly slicing through the

seven, he had begun encountering the enigmatic mist. At eleven, he had crossed

his fearless nature as a child remained, spurring

stronger incrementally, his journey punctuated by life-and-death

but the scene before him had

a single glance, there was a single thought

Can Gods die?

do Gods go after

buried in

Cape serve as a resting

as he gazed upon an elevated heart being held aloft by

suited for one person’s height, there was a vast expanse that initially resembled a dungeon. However, a scepter stood prominently within this “city,” bearing nothing but

illumination filled the dungeon, immediately invoking thoughts of a fallen

the encircling

took half a day for Ivan to go through the dungeon’s depths, revealing that the structures

moments passed, an increasingly somber

there be such a place

domain of departed souls, where memorials might be erected in the world of the living

those interred within these tombs and decipher any inscriptions upon them.

They were blank gravestones.

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