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.

that this seemingly mundane object possessed the keen edge of a

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

his fearless nature as a child remained, spurring him to confront

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

Ivan’s mind, but the scene before him

was a single thought in

Can Gods die?

Gods

Gods get buried in the underworld

a resting place

was one of astonishment as he gazed upon an elevated heart being held aloft

there was a vast expanse that initially resembled a dungeon. However, a scepter stood

illumination filled the dungeon, immediately invoking thoughts of a fallen

amidst the encircling mountain ranges encompassing

for Ivan to go through the dungeon’s depths, revealing that the structures he had perceived as houses

the moments passed, an

be such a place in the

underworld was the domain of departed souls, where memorials might be erected in the world of the living but not within the confines of the

to unveil the identities of those interred within these tombs and decipher any inscriptions upon them. Yet, the gravestones stood in

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