The Rise Of The God Of Death
Chapter 8: Heading to the North
Daimon carried Lucy towards the northern city, her small hands gripping his clothes tightly, fear evident in her eyes. It was the first time she'd ever left her village, and the unknown weighed heavily on her young heart. Daimon approached a group of adventurers to ask about the journey ahead. They warned him the city lay beyond a massive mountain—one that had recently trembled and partially collapsed.
Unbeknownst to Daimon, that mountain once held the key to the first seal of his power. Yet, an instinct urged him onward.
When one adventurer offered to guide them, Daimon surprised him with a peculiar question: "Is there a way to the north city that guarantees no one will encounter me there?"
The adventurer hesitated but simply replied, describing the most perilous path—so dangerous even the legendary hero of the north never dared enter it. People warned Daimon was foolish to choose such a route, but he thanked them, cloaked himself and Lucy in a black rope designed to conceal their presence, and took the deadly path.
As they traveled, curious eyes followed their odd procession. Finally, arriving in solitude, Daimon gently placed Lucy on the ground. She asked what he meant by his cryptic words, but before she could get an answer, Daimon used an ancient art to place her into a deep internal sleep—one that only he could reverse.
With Lucy safely unconscious, Daimon surged forward, his speed fueled by a desperate resolve, heading deeper into the northern unknown.
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