Chapter 396-Visiting the Demonic Sect
Demonic sect.
The domain of the Demonic Clan exuded an atmosphere of dark allure and mysterious energy.
As Dave traversed the spatial barriers and arrived at the entrance, the ambiance immediately conveyed a sense of ancient power and eerie elegance.
The sky above was a deep shade of crimson, an unusual hue that seemed to blend both day and night into a perpetual twilight.
The clouds drifting by carried a hint of dark magic, casting fleeting shadows over the landscape below.
The terrain was a blend of jagged cliffs and rolling hills, covered in a variety of eerie vegetation that thrived in the unusual environment.
Thorny bushes and twisted trees twisted their way upwards, as if reaching for the dim light filtering through the ominous clouds.
Their leaves bore unusual shades of deep purple and sickly green, contributing to the air of otherworldly enchantment.
The architecture of the demonic sect was a marriage of gothic elegance and ominous grandeur.
Dark stone towers pierced the sky, adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes of both beauty and darkness.
Ethereal runes glowed faintly on the surfaces of buildings, a testament to the magic and sorcery practiced within.
Sinister gargoyles perched on balconies and rooftops, their eyes seeming to follow Dave's every move.
A central citadel dominated the domain's heart, its design exuding both power and foreboding. Massive gates, wrought from iron and adorned with demonic symbols, guarded the entrance.
No demonic cultivators guarded the entrance because no one dared to venture into the demonic sect. The sheer power of their leader, Katarina, was utterly terrifying. Even though news of her defeat at Dave's hands had spread, it had not changed the reality that it had been only an incarnation of hers. Her true might was something no one dared to provoke.
Dave effortlessly circumvented numerous restrictions as he entered, his presence going unnoticed amidst the unsettling atmosphere. As he moved through the domain, he witnessed demonic cultivators engaged in chaotic brawls, others indulging in boisterous revelry with mugs of beer in hand. Some partook in questionable activities, and the place seemed to attract eccentric and unhinged individuals.
Detecting Katarina's distinctive aura, Dave sensed that she resided in the deepest, most concealed part of her castle, hidden underground. With a mere tear in the fabric of reality, he bridged the gap between spaces, instantly honing in on her exact location.
In an instant, Dave had traversed the void, his determination leading him unerringly toward the heart of the demonic sect's domain.
......…
"Arghh, how hateful that bastard"
"Arghh, so hot, I am hungry."
Within the confines of a lavish coffin, a woman of captivating beauty lay stretched out, her once serene visage now twisted in an unbridled frenzy.
Despite the ethereal elegance that her appearance conveyed, there was a maddening turmoil consuming her very being.
Her chest rose and fell with erratic intensity, matching the chaotic tempest that raged within her.
A maelstrom of emotions manifested as a vivid, viridescent light that enveloped her form, casting eerie shadows against the interior of the coffin.
Her cries, a dissonant symphony of fury and anguish, reverberated through the air, carrying with them a sense of raw, primal power.
Her features contorted, betraying a mixture of pain and rage that pulsed beneath the surface.
The beauty that once radiated from her seemed to clash with the storm of emotions that now consumed her essence.
The green light, radiant and ominous, seemed to emanate from her very soul.
Katarina, a figure of exquisite beauty, was at the center of this mesmerizing yet unsettling metamorphosis.
The air was thick with an otherworldly energy, pulsating with arcane vibrations that resonated through the chamber.
Her once flawless complexion still radiated an ethereal allure, even as subtle changes began to emerge.
Soft, obsidian horns spiraled gracefully from her forehead, twisting elegantly like dark tendrils reaching for the unknown.
They blended harmoniously with her long, obsidian hair, creating an aesthetic that was both beautiful and haunting.
Fangs, sharp and gleaming, were visible as her lips parted slightly.
As her hands extended, delicate claws emerged, their pointed tips glinting ominously.
Despite these physical changes, her beauty remained undeniable, a testament to the allure of the demonic nature intertwining with her human essence.
The horns, fangs, and claws did not detract from her attractiveness; rather, they accentuated it, offering a tantalizing blend of allure and danger.
"Arghh"
Karina had followed her master's instructions and entered this place, driven by her uncertainty in facing the challenges before her.
Under her master's guidance, she came to understand that her master was a chosen hero of the Demon Lord of Greed.
However, she had failed to ascend within the allotted time, and as a consequence, the demon would reclaim her life.
In a desperate bid, she sealed all her energy and the legacy of that technique within the confines of a coffin.
She bequeathed this legacy to Karina, warning her that it could potentially shape her future for the worse, but also empower her beyond her previous capabilities.
Bound to the Demon Lord, Karina found herself undergoing a transformation into a true demon, a fate she could not evade.
Despite being subject to the demon lord's control over her life, she held onto her belief in her inherent strength and talent.
With fragments of her consciousness remaining, she estimated the transformation process would be completed within a month.
But suddenly, a striking man materialized before her, his presence akin to a recurring nightmare.
"So, you're willing to embrace the power of a demon? Is that how you despise me so intensely?"
Dave let out a sigh, acknowledging that despite his handsomeness, talent, impressive attributes, and strength, Karina had opted for demon hood rather than partnering with him.
"Arghh, I'll kill you!"
Karina roared, her anger mounting as Dave's appearance seemed to ignite an intense, unfamiliar heat within her body.
This sensation was unlike anything she had experienced before, and its intensity left her feeling consumed.
An unrelenting hunger gnawed at her, her gaze fixated on Dave's neck with undeniable greed.
Dave's smile was enigmatic as he delivered a powerful punch to the coffin.
The resulting explosion shattered the coffin, despite its formidable defenses designed to withstand a Semi-Saint Sovereign's attack.
It was devoured by Dave's sin of gluttony, leaving nothing but remnants in its wake.
In a decisive move, he obliterated the legacy within, absorbing its remnants and attaining a surge of divine energy.
This energy, hailing from a demon lord's chosen hero, granted him access to a wellspring of divine power.
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