Liffel walked at a fast pace through the deserted streets of the city of Markkus. The shadows of the buildings, lengthened by the sunlight, created an oppressive atmosphere. He had managed to dodge the mercenaries patrolling the area, but he could not relax. Something in the air told her she was being watched.
That's when she saw him: a shabby-looking man, wrapped in a shabby cloak. It was someone from Veztuo.
-You're looking for the hero, aren't you? -The man asked without preamble, as if he could read her thoughts.
-Yes, and answers about what happened there," Liffel replied, measuring every word.The man shook his head.
-I don't know anything about the hero, but... there is a being who might be able to help you. -His voice became quieter, almost like a whisper. They call him the God Eater.Liffel felt a shiver run down her spine.
-What is it?
-A monster," the man replied, with a grim look on his face. It poses as a god, but it is not. It was created by an ancient wizard, the same one who sealed the Noble Witches during the long war of the Old Kingdom, now called Alik against the Kingdom of Arcaladia. With his power, this monster exterminated the gods and petrified some of them to keep them as trophies. It is said that his cruelty has no limits and that he finds pleasure in the suffering of others.
Liffel instantly recognized the reference to the ancestral wizard. Celestia had spoken of him in her teachings, a figure shrouded in shadows and legends.
-Be careful, Girl ," the man warned. He is not someone you can reason with. -With a slow gesture, he pulled out a strange object, a shard of crystal that glowed with a pale light. He held it up, muttered a few words, and a portal opened in front of them, vibrating with dark energy.Liffel, with the Fairy Eye, checked that the man was not lying. Still, she hesitated. The portal emanated an eerie aura, as if inviting the abyss. But there was no turning back now. She took a breath and crossed with distrust.
On the other side, Liffel felt time slowing down. The air in that strange place was heavy, as if every particle was charged with despair. The reddish sky stretched infinitely, and the silence was broken only by the crunching of corpses beneath Liffel's feet. Statues of ancient petrified gods were strewn across the ground, majestic figures now reduced to inert trophies.
Everything there seemed to exist in a loop, as if time itself were trapped in an invisible prison.In the center of that grotesque landscape, on top of the tallest pile of corpses, stood a worn stone throne. Sitting on it was the presence.Dark, deformed, a shadow that tried unsuccessfully to assume human form.Its shadows writhed, and red markings in the form of runes ran across its body.
The creature's yellow eye fixed on Liffel with an intensity that made her shudder.There was no emotion in that gaze, only cold contempt, as if Liffel were nothing more than an insignificant intruder.It rested its face on a fictitious hand, watching her with boredom mixed with curiosity.The voice of the False God resounded, deep and steady, like an echo in the void:
-Why have you come, little mortal? Do you seek a quick end or worse?
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Journey of Liffel: the Life Witch into Deep Darkness
Fantasy500 years ago, after a bloody war between two kingdoms, the persecution of witches temporarily ceased. At the end of the conflict the hero Marze married Liffel in a forced marriage, a powerful witch of the lineage of Life, in order to unite both sid...
