'Mulora, I don't know if the experiment is flawed. My descendant is very weak, but only time can define how far he will go.
He looks more like his mother than me, but I don't see a problem with that. At least my genes will be able to live on through him...'
A sudden change in tone and content caught Minos' attention in the middle of the message.
'Soon I intend to go to... Sigh, you died in Dunov. I don't know why I still have this letter, Mulora. For some reason, I keep writing it.
But I feel that soon it will all be over. 80% of our world has been destroyed, and without the life energy, all beings of the 101 races will die... Our world, Ponvuter, will not survive, and it is only a matter of time before the rest of the warriors, and I join you and Esqen...'
The letter ended with what looked like a fingerprint made of blood.
'Ponvuter?' Minos wondered, having never heard such a name in his life or Henricus Longus' memories. 'I don't know when and where these people were from. But it seems they exchanged messages near a calamity.
Had their race been destroyed? But how can that be? This Ponvuter was a country? But why does he talk as if it were the Spiritual World? How could the world have been destroyed by more than 80% and still be so rich and great?' Minos had a strange look on his face.
But realizing there was nothing else of use there, he decided to make his way forward on this lost island, heading for the only door before him.
This time he had no trouble opening the door and soon entered a large corridor with flights of stairs at the end.
The room Minos had just passed seemed to be the last room for someone to access this alternative exit, a final hiding place.
He made his way down the corridor, eager to learn more about this place that had practically fallen on his head.
...
As Minos began his journey inside that island, the first guinea pigs of the dark zone elders interested in what was inside this island began their work!
The first to try to enter there after the previous Demigod's death was a level 89 beast. However, as much as this being had not invoked a lightning punishment, a good sign, it would not be able to enter.
It felt like a bird trying to get through a wall as it tried to pass through that island's invisible 'dome.'
The other beasts of varying species, in beastly and humanoid forms and of even weaker levels, began to try to enter that area, testing their limits.
After only a few minutes from the island's settlement on the ocean floor, the first beast managed to get through that powerful barrier protecting the island.
This had been a level 79 Spiritual Saint in its humanoid form!
Because of this, the powerful beings in the surrounding area soon began to send orders to their tribes to send beings at this level there, while those who already had peak Spiritual Saints simply ordered them to enter that space in their humanoid forms.
Their mission was to analyze the place, collect what could be collected, and return to bring news to these elders!
So while Minos cleared that island from the underground to the surface, these beings took the opposite path, arriving at the surface part of that abandoned city.
Among the beings who entered there, one of the first to step on the ground of that city was in no hurry in its movements as it analyzed the surroundings and drew its conclusions.
'This place... These buildings are bizarre. They look beautiful and difficult to build from afar, but looking closely, I feel they are from another world.' One of the level 79 beings thought. 'I feel as if they can change shape at any time.'
On the other hand, one of the more hurried beings was running towards the city's center, where the biggest buildings were, and it thought it could find valuable items more easily.
It ran to that area, but before it got there, it stopped moving when it noticed a statue in its path, following it with its eyes.
'Uh?' This tall, thin being looked in the direction of the humanoid statue there and paid attention to its eyes, seeing deep darkness there.
When it focused on it, it suddenly felt as if it were at the feet of a giant, being watched by this gigantic creature that could easily crush it.
Gulp!
This beast felt bad and took a step back in fear, sensing something was wrong with that creature.
Then it felt as if someone had whispered in its right ear, but it didn't understand what had been said.
In the next moment, branches emerged from the sidewalk moments ago impeccably as the body of this being was covered by it, being consumed instantly as those branches covered it.
This happened for many in the surroundings noticed the quick end of that rushing fellow, and immediately everyone slowed their steps as they looked more carefully at the surroundings.
'This city was not of humans!' Several of them agreed with that point, realizing it would be impossible for humans to build such a place.
This place looked abandoned, but what was there seemed hundreds of thousands of years more advanced than what existed in the wealthiest cities of the Divine Continent!
Thinking about it, some of those beings couldn't help but find this place strange, as they wondered what race had created this.
It couldn't be the elves, for everything they created had a touch of nature, something those beasts didn't see in anything there. So it could only be an unknown race, perhaps one that had been hidden for too long and lost in the river of time.
While many were wondering about this, one of them came across the statue from before and saw something in strange language written on it.
It couldn't understand it, but if Minos had been there, he would have realized that this was the tomb in honor of Mulora, that being who seemed to have written the first two letters intended for Fah'um.
'Here lies the Reaper of the Nanners, member of race 99, Supreme Elder Over Heaven, Mulora of Dunov.
He died in the Interracial War defending his tribe.
He was two steps away from transcending.
He was successful in passing on his genes to a hybrid heir.
His heart will defend this sacred land until the end of time!'
That was all that was written there, while the illustration of it represented one of his physical forms in life.
From him, one of the sinister power sources of this island was departing!
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