Emily and George walked quickly through the dirty, muddy ground. Emily had a look of disgust on her face.
Since the only way out was forward, Emily and George had no other choice. They either had to keep moving forward without stopping, or they would get stuck here and die of starvation.
"This place looks very dirty."
Emily’s eyes narrowed as she looked around; even though they had been walking for a long ti, they were still moving between muddy, dirty, and crumbling walls.
With each step she took, the mud beca thicker, and it beca increasingly difficult to walk.
"Despite all this walking, we still haven’t found a way out," Emily said with a hint of frustration. While walking on the muddy ground, her eyes turned to George. Although George felt helpless, he was confident as a man.
"We have no other options right now, Emily."
"I wish I had even 1% of your comfort..." Emily sighed. George smirked, then teased Emily. "Maybe you should stop acting like a princess and rember that we’re peasants. We don’t have much luxury in this cursed place anyway."
Emily frowned. "Am I a princess? Don’t make laugh. I’m the best hunter in your search party. Those princesses in the palaces probably don’t even know how to hold a sword."
"Graahahah!" George laughed foolishly as he ruffled her hair, then his smile faded. Emily rolled her eyes and pulled his hand away from her hair.
After a mont of silence, George suddenly stopped, noticing sothing strange after half an hour of walking. "Hasn’t it gotten a bit too muddy here, Emily?"
George tried to pull his foot back, but when that didn’t work, he furrowed his brow. He examined the mud. Emily’s eyes widened as she noticed the strange color of the mud on the ground.
"Why does this mud have a blue tone?"
"What?" George examined the mud with curiosity; it did indeed have a blue hue. There was sothing odd about it. The entire ground was flat. So how could there be so much mud?
George bent down and began to pull at the mud. As he struggled to pull his hand free, he found that he couldn’t do it this ti either. With so effort, when he finally freed his hand, his eyes widened in confusion.
"George, I think you should look behind you."
When George heard Emily’s tense voice, he turned around in surprise.
"That’s a Sli..."
Instead of the small, round, innocent, and harmless creature everyone knew as a Sli, this one was deford. Inside the Sli, visible to the naked eye, were human bones.
Seaweed was wrapped around it, making it look dirty and muddy. The most threatening part were the eyes that it possessed. They were severed human eyes. The Sli had placed the eyes it had taken from a victim into its eye sockets.
"I want to be human."
The voice of a small girl echoed around them. This was the Sli’s voice. Although Emily didn’t understand how the Sli could speak, she had no ti to think about it now.
The eye sockets within the Sli wandered grotesquely over Emily. "You look beautiful—so beautiful. I want you, I want to be you... Beautiful and so beautiful..."
Emily’s hair stood on end upon hearing the Sli call out to her; her back was drenched in sweat. Then her eyes turned to the Sli, showing her anger. "You disgusting monster, stay away from ."
The Sli seed indifferent to Emily’s words. With an appearance reminiscent of a creature from a horror film, it suddenly expanded and lunged toward Emily.
"Stay away from my sister!" George shouted sharply, punching the Sli’s disgusting, slimy body before it could reach Emily.
The punch didn’t harm the Sli, but it caused so of the female bones inside to fall out. This seed to frighten and anger the Sli. After picking up the bones that had fallen to the ground, strange waves of magic flowed from it.
A scream echoed that hurt George and Emily’s ears.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"
"My ears!" Emily cried in pain, covering her ears. Although George was also in pain, he endured. The Sli’s slimy part transford into a sharp spike and headed toward George.
"George!"
George crossed his arms in an X shape to defend himself. The slimy mass pierced his hands, causing his face to contort in pain. Still, a smile settled on his lips. Ignoring his pain, he shook his hand, causing the slimy structure to disintegrate.
The Sli’s body parts began moving on the ground, rising to bind George’s arms and legs, tightly holding him before he could react.
As Emily prepared to run, a piece of the Sli that held her arms sent itself toward her. While Emily couldn’t move, the Sli’s human eyes turned to her and examined her closely.
"So beautiful, I want to be human, I want to be beautiful like you..."
The small girl’s voice unnerved Emily. Tentacles erging from the Sli’s body slowly moved toward her mouth, ears, and eyes.
"Don’t worry, I won’t harm you," the Sli said. Then a tentacle extending from its body transford into a sharp knife and slowly approached Emily’s stomach. "I’ll just open you up. After taking out your organs, your skeleton, and finally your brain, I will enter you and beco a beautiful girl again."
"I miss my mom brushing my hair. I’m so excited to see her again," the Sli’s voice was now filled with excitent. There was longing, love, and curiosity within it.
Still, Emily didn’t care about any of this; she couldn’t speak because of the tentacles covering her mouth, and could only glare angrily at the Sli.
George thrashed around; seeing his sister in this condition made his eyes widen crazily for a mont. This ti, his large and strong physique was of no help.
"Do you know how much I miss it? My mom stroking my hair, calling beautiful again?" As the Sli spoke like a human, Emily furrowed her brow. She tried to escape as quickly as possible.
"As long as I’m beautiful enough, I can go to my mom and help her with her work again..." The Sli’s voice was hopeful. Despite its childish and innocent tone, neither George nor Emily felt pity for it. They needed to eliminate this monster as soon as possible.
"My mom always hung out with big kids; the big kids would always invite to the gas they played with my mom."
When the Sli’s knife pressed against Emily’s stomach, her eyes widened with anger.
"But this torture will end, and we will reunite with my mom!" The childish and cheerful voice showed excitent as the Sli moved to stab Emily’s stomach.
But suddenly, shadowy tentacles rose from the ground, attacking the Sli in a way that distorted its shape.
"It hurts!! Mom!!"
As the Sli scread, the shadows surrounded it as if they were trapping it. While shadowy thorns continually pierced it, it cried out. "Mom!? Where are you! Mom! It hurts!
It hurts so much! It hurts! It hurts! So much!!"
Before it could continue, thick black flas rising from the ground began to burn the Sli. The Sli’s body easily burned to ashes. It tried to escape, but it was in vain.
The fire quickly spread, consuming the tentacles binding George and Emily, as well as all the Sli’s parts on the ground and ceiling.
"This—"
As Emily’s mouth opened in shock, George’s eyes widened. Five minutes later, there was neither mud nor Sli around.
"Uff!" Emily fell to the ground in relief, wiping the sweat from her forehead. Her eyes still held admiration for what had just happened.
"What just happened??" George said blankly, staring at the spot where the Sli had been. His eyes displayed shock, horror, and admiration.
Emily just shook her head and, after resting her lungs, turned her eyes to George. The sudden turn of events had put her in a strange situation.
"This is the power of a God..." George said in awe. His eyes wandered to the spot where the Sli had pierced his hand. Disappointnt in himself briefly clouded his eyes. "I really am so weak. I can’t even protect you."
George chuckled at this situation. "I couldn’t even defeat a Sli. Seriously."
"Idiot," Emily said in a stern voice. She then got up from the ground, looked at George’s severed hand, and tore a piece of fabric from her pants to wrap around his bloody hand. She gazed into George’s eyes, which were filled with disappointnt. "Are you really comparing yourself to a God? Seriously?"
Hearing Emily’s mocking tone, George shook his head, denying it. As Emily wrapped the cloth around George’s hand, her eyes sparkled with sarcasm. "Then why are you acting all macho? We didn’t know what would happen to us."
"Stop pitying yourself for nothing," Emily said firmly after tying the cloth and looked sternly at George. Then she walked past him.
For a mont, George froze, then he laughed and followed Emily. "Wait for , Princess! Don’t rush!"
As George and Emily left, sowhere else, more precisely in a throne room, a young man was sitting. His ssy red hair was at shoulder length. His eyes shone with a purple hue that defined his immortal nature.
His skin was incredibly pale, almost unbelievable for an ordinary human. It looked like cracked glass, with mana seeping through the cracks. The most intriguing thing was the enormous skeletal dragon that sprawled at his feet.
This young man was Mordred, the bastard of Calot, of King Arthur’s blood. Known as the Traitor of Albion, he was the prophesied killer of King Arthur, a flawed being born from incest, a traitor, and, with his greatest title, King of the Dead.
He was one of the legendary Knights of the Round Table, immortal in exchange for greater power, fulfilling his destiny to kill his father, and he was also a symbol of treachery and rebellion.
Confirming these grand titles, Mordred looked like soone very angry and arrogant. His haughty eyes drifted toward the Dragon sleeping at his feet.
"Those people are stronger than I expected, especially that old fart." Despite the mockery spilling from Mordred’s lips, there was a glimr of admiration in his eyes. "It’s interesting that even in this age, such a man arises from the Druids. Perhaps I should make him one of my new subordinates?"
The Dragon rely stared at Mordred with foolish eyes. Mordred sighed; even if the Dragon didn’t understand much, it was still good for his loneliness.
"That little girl is dead, what a pity. I had high hopes for her." Mordred flicked his tongue. His eyes rolled mockingly. "You know? The little girl was abandoned here by her mother, she was almost dying. Her body was filled with the sperm of dozens of n."
For a mont, Mordred’s eyes sparkled with disgust. "When she was about to die, I turned her into a Sli. Unfortunately, her mind was so broken that she couldn’t rember anyone except her mother."
Then, Mordred sighed again, his eyes montarily clouded with sadness. "So people shouldn’t be mothers. All they do is ruin the lives of innocent little ones..."
Mordred’s eyes returned to their forr tight and arrogant gaze. He then examined his skin. His eyes were filled with disgust and revulsion like never before. "This cursed forest is useless now. I can’t renew myself any longer."
As Mordred’s mana surged with anger, the Dragon looked at him sadly and whimpered like a dog. A thin smile crept onto Mordred’s lips. "Don’t worry; it won’t last long. I will eventually be myself again."
As a terrible smile slowly settled on Mordred’s lips, he smiled even more when he sensed another being’s aura.
"It seems we have another guest. A strong one, too."
Even though the Dragon didn’t understand what Mordred was saying, it was happy that its master was pleased, wagging its tail.
A deep, evil, devilish little chuckle echoed through the throne room, and Mordred’s eyes flashed with excitent.
Then, with Mordred’s will, all the torches in the throne room suddenly extinguished, shrouding the throne room in darkness...
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