Roaring Heroes Battle the Overlord (Ainz)

Chapter 113: Sighs of the Void

Darkness. Deep. Cold. Silent.

EeDeChi found herself in the middle of nothingness. She looked around, but all she could see was boundless blackness. It felt as though she were floating in the chaos before the world was born.

Since jumping into the spatial rift, she had remained in this state for several hours. Her chest was filled with sadness and guilt, tormented by an endless, overwhelming sense of shame.

Surrounded by cold and silence, her heart, however, felt as if it were being roasted over fire, suffering in pain.

After what seemed like an eternity, EeDeChi finally realized she could no longer stay in this place. But she futilely flailed her limbs, like a turtle suspended in the air, unable to move an inch.

Where exactly is this place? EeDeChi couldn't help but begin to ponder. When she jumped into the rift, she hadn't thought much about it—after all, it was her only way of escaping.

But what exactly is a spatial rift? EeDeChi ransacked the sparse physics knowledge in her mind. She vaguely recalled that some amateur physicists before her transmigration believed that "spatial rifts" were extremely unstable wormholes, maintained by dark matter, acting as gaps in spacetime.

But considering this was a world of swords and magic, thinking about higher-dimensional physics seemed absurd.

Fortunately, not all of the void was dark. Occasionally, a faint white light flickered far in the distance, like stars fading out in the night sky, impossibly far away.

EeDeChi remembered that when she first fell into this chaotic void, the spatial rift had appeared to her as a white glow. But as she fell deeper, the light grew further and further away, until it finally vanished from view.

Perhaps those white lights were other spatial rifts, paths that could lead out. EeDeChi desperately waved her limbs toward the light, trying to "swim" toward it, but it was in vain.

There were no reference points around her. She couldn't tell if she wasn't "swimming" correctly or if the light was simply too far to reach.

"Pain..."

A long, vast sigh echoed through the void, vibrating in EeDeChi's eardrums.

Her back chilled, and she swiftly turned her head in panic, shouting, "Who? Who's there?"

No one responded. The surrounding space remained eerily silent and profoundly dark. EeDeChi drew a giant sword from her spatial ring and swung it wildly in the void.

She was anxious. Could it be that someone from the Great Tomb of Nazarick had followed her? It wasn't something just anyone could have the courage to do—leaping into a spatial rift.

"I... I'm in pain..."

In the endless depths of the void, a soft sigh echoed again, faint and ethereal, as if it came from the farthest reaches of eternity.

The strangest part was that the source of the sound seemed both distant and near at the same time. The sighs surrounded everything—front, back, left, right, above, below—everywhere was filled with the sound of sighing.

A chill ran down EeDeChi's spine. She gripped her sword tightly and shouted, "Come out! Stop pretending to be some kind of god! !"

"Damn it... otherworldly... abominable bugs..."

Amid the sighs, there was a faint trace of anger: "...Go... away..."

A shiver ran down EeDeChi's back. She stood on high alert. In the blackness before her, a flicker of light appeared, like a silver needle piercing through black velvet.