I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords

Chapter 950: Story Chapter 950: Story “The Dark One” was surrounded by a riot of colors not of this world, filled with vibrant hues of black that twisted and turned, a mere glance at which could shatter one’s sanity and lead to madness.

Yet, for “The Dark One,” such conditions posed no significant problem.

However, He also remembered that Charlotte had done something similar before, so having learned from experience, “The Dark One” immediately stepped forward and walked out of the illusion.

He found himself no longer in the rooms of the Abandoned Capital but on a desolate expanse of land where it seemed twilight was the only constant, with the setting sun casting long shadows, and a dim green flame tearing through the twilight, shining brightly.

The ground was cracked, from which intense flames burst forth, as if eager to devour everything.

This was a planet already dead silent.

“The Dark One” found it very interesting. He followed the connection through the void as if pulling on a rope, and quickly yanked it.

His entire being instantly traversed the space of the Foreign Domain and arrived atop a rocky outcrop.

The surroundings were an endless sea, with surging waves; in the dark green water, it seemed that monsters were stirring.

“The Dark One” then leaped into the sea.

The moment he hit the water, he found himself tumbling into a desert. Nearby, the dunes writhed like worms, and in the distance, the massive Pyramid struck awe into the beholder.

“The Dark One” felt a bit strange. He got up, trod on the gravel, and advanced towards the Pyramid. In short order, he arrived in front of it, faced with the huge, dust-covered doors, and with his hands, he pushed open the stone doors that weighed dozens of tons.