It came from an odd-looking blue-white tower . The two demons standing at the tower's entrance sn.i.g.g.e.red at each other . One of them even licked their lips .

"Master Eilot's having his fun again . Sounds like his toy is enjoying themselves too . "

This had been going on for more than three months . Every day, the Dark Tutor, Eilot would bring in an Omirian to torture for ten hours .

The Omirian prisoners had entered the tower physically whole . They had no scars on them . Some were even plump and white . However, after those ten hours of torture, the Omirians were all reduced to piles of minced meat .

The tower was now filled with said piles of Omirian minced meat . The demons seemed to love it for some reason .

Argh!!! Another shriek echoed from behind the tower walls . Following the shriek was a feeble voice, which pleaded, "I'll talk, I'll talk, Eilot, just stop . I'll tell you everything!"

The tower's first floor was a circular hall where the screams had been coming from . An Omirian with dark blue skin gave a brisk wave of his hand, and the demon executioners who had been abusing their victims in front of him immediately left the hall .

The Omirian was Eilot . Three months ago, he was a Soul Tutor respected by all Omirians . Now, he was Nozama's Dark Tutor .

He was now sitting on a black throne . In a corner of the circular hall was a torture rack where a young female Omirian was left to bleed . Blood flowed profusely from her wounds before hitting the floor . The dripping sound it made was enough to make anyone's hair stand on end .

There was a cage on the other side of the room . Ten Omirians in commoner attire were imprisoned in it . There was a young man kneeling in it, staring at the young Omirian girl on the rack . He pleaded, his eyes bloodshot with tears, "Let her go, Eilot, and I'll tell you anything you want to know!"

Eilot's face remained expressionless . "You're in no position to negotiate . "

Saying this, he gripped at the void . A dark blue whip appeared in his hand in an instant . With a violent motion, he whipped at the girl who was hanging from the rack ten feet away from Eilot . Upon being struck, the barely conscious girl let out another blood-curdling shriek .

Whoop! The whip returned to Eilot . Fine steel teeth lined the whip's length . With every stroke, its teeth would fasten themselves to its victim's skin . It would then pull out chunks of flesh and skin from him or her every time it returned to its handler's hand .

The girl on the rack screamed again, but this time, her voice was frail and lifeless . The prisoners in the cage shuddered . Tears streamed down the young man's face even more as he looked on helplessly at the horrific scene .

Seeing how severe her wounds were and how much blood she had lost, the young man knew that she was beyond saving .

"No! No! Eilot, no!" shouted the young man in the cage, his eyes widened with growing hatred .

Eilot looked at him and then said, "Delin, I'm about to kill your sister . The next one to be hung on the rack will be your father . I'll save your mother for last . Piasce was your tutor, but he is now a wanted man . Now he's escaped, and still, you would give your life up to protect him?"

Delin had undergone rigorous training in Soul Magic . Forcibly extracting any information from his soul would have decimated his mind, and Eilot would not be able to gain anything from him . He would not have gone through this much trouble if there had been an easier way to make Delin speak .

Delin was now kneeling on the ground, emotionally exhausted . He said in a low voice, "I'll tell you everything . I only ask that you give us a painless death . Please don't torture us any more . "

"I can live with that," said Eilot, nodding . He had always found the routine of torture tedious anyway .

An hour later, ten Omirian corpses were lifted out of the blue-white tower and thrown out onto the pathway leading to the tower's entrance . A couple of demons rushed over and tore into the corpses, ripping their flesh clean off their bones .

In the tower, Eilot remained seated on his throne without moving a muscle . His eyes were closed . However, he was not asleep . Rather, he had slipped into a meditative state commonly practiced by the Omirians .

Physically, he was still within the realm . However, his soul had entered the Sea of Void .

The Sea of Void was filled with eddies of energy . A naked soul entering the Sea of Void was a risky affair . One would need to possess extraordinary skill in order to traverse the Sea of Void safely . There were only three . . . no, two people in the Omir realm capable of such a feat .

Eilot's path was thick with white Mana mist, energy vortexes, and negative energy pitfalls . Wily Void creatures lurked in the shadows as well, but Eilot managed to avoid them all . Half an hour later, a red globe appeared before him .

From afar, the object looked like a tiny bubble in the depths of an ocean . However, as he got closer, the red globe grew bigger . After swimming towards it for half an hour, the tiny bubble had expanded into a huge globe, occupying Eilot's line of sight completely .

Eilot made his way expertly through the bubble for half an hour . Soon, a whirlpool appeared up ahead . Without hesitation, he plunged into the eye of the vortex .

Beyond the eye of the vortex was a long tunnel . Dim, red light emanated from its walls, swimming around Eilot as he pressed on . The light wove all kinds of imagery across the walls . At times, it was a laughing skull; at others, it was a roaring beast . There was even one which depicted a giant pulling apart a dwarf limb by limb . All of it seemed surreal to Eilot .

Twenty minutes pa.s.sed, and Eilot finally reached the end of the tunnel . There was a ball of dark red light up ahead . Eilot began to accelerate and soon burst through the light .

The scene before him s.h.i.+fted . In the next few seconds, the surreal imagery vanished, giving way to an empty hall .

The hall was built on a seemingly endless plain . There were no walls in it . Only four circular pillars were holding it together . Bits of sand were swept up by a bitter wind . The sky was a shade of red, and a lone sun hung from it, casting a weak, red glow over the plain . One could see silhouettes of towering demons lumbering aimlessly in the horizon . The bitter wind also carried with it inhuman screams across the wasteland .

In this dark, empty word, a soft, mellow voice spoke out, "Eilot, I take it that you've come here to bring me some good news?"

Eilot's eyes searched for the source of the voice . They were drawn to a pile of bones shaped like a throne at the end of the empty hall . The bones were pitch-black, and they were mostly skulls . Each of their sockets was glowing with an eerie red light .

Sitting atop the throne was a middle-aged man . His hair was greying, and there were white strands of hair hanging over his forehead . Even from an Omirian standpoint, the man's appearance was flawless . His eyes were black like the night . However, they gleamed with a raging bloodl.u.s.t that would have given anyone the impression that they were looking at the streams of boiling lava in the Abyss .

The man was wearing an elegant robe with golden embroidery . He was looking at Eilot, his hand propping up one side of his face, a faint smile playing around his lips .

It was the Lord of the Deep, Nozama!

He looked completely out of place here in the middle of the barren wasteland . On the surface, he looked like a human master who had been cast out into the depths of the Abyss but had yet to reach rock bottom .

At first sight, no one would have taken him for the notorious Lord of the Deep .

However, Eilot knew who he was dealing with . He immediately bowed deeply before the middle-aged man and then said, "Master, I've interrogated all of Piasce's disciples . Through the bits of information I had gathered from them, I was able to determine the location of that presence you seek . These are their statements . Please take a look . "

He then handed over a black orb of light to Nozama .

Nozama took it . After feeling it for a few minutes, his perfect face broke into a smile . "Well done, Eilot . "

He then opened his hand, from which emerged a thick haze of light . The haze solidified into strands of darkness and then flew out of the hall and towards the far corners of the wasteland .

A few minutes later, dust rose up in the horizon . Demons of all shapes and sizes were converging towards the hall from every direction at top speed .

The demons' number grew by the minute . Half an hour later, approximately 3000 demons had reached the hall . Eilot could clearly feel just how powerful these demons were . Every one of them had at least Legendary-level power, the strongest among them being Level-15 .

Seeing 3000 Legendary demon masters in one place would have made anyone feel despair . Eilot could even feel his spirit form quaking at the sight of them .

After making sure that everyone had answered his call, Nozama spoke with that soft, mellow voice of his .

"Eilot, return to Omir and have Mysin prepare a Void Ferry . My army of demons will seek out this presence . "

"Yes, Master," Eilot humbly replied . Mysin was one of the three Soul Magic masters in Omir . His skill in making Void Ferries was second only to Piasce .

Nozama's mind was set on obtaining his prize . His demons moved quickly . Soon, all 3000 demons were all aboard a vast disc-shaped Void Ferry .

Mana surged through the Void Ferry's circuits, and the entire vessel roared into life .

"Let's go!" ordered Nozama .

The Void Ferry plunged into the Sea of Void like a huge whale diving back into the depths of the ocean .

At that moment in the Firuman realm, Link had taken on his black dragon form . His dragon's body was vast, its wingspan close to a hundred feet . Silver-black dragon scales glittered under the sun across the length of his body .

He almost blocked out the sun in the sky when he spread out his wings .

All the Red Dragons in Ferde were looking at their Black Dragon King in awe . In dragon society, size equaled power . It had been 30,000 years since a dragon as powerful as Link had appeared in their midst .

After making the necessary adjustments to his dragon body, he was able to propel himself 5000 feet into the sky with one powerful stroke of his wings . His body began to fade in the air until he finally vanished from sight .

He had also entered the Sea of Void .

Argh!!! A blood-curdling shriek sounded . It came from an odd-looking blue-white tower . The two demons standing at the towers entrance sn.i.g.g.e.red at each other . One of them even licked their lips . Master Eilots having his fun again . Sounds like his toy is enjoying themselves too . This had been going on for more than three months . Every day, the Dark Tutor, Eilot would bring in an Omirian to torture for ten hours . The Omirian prisoners had entered the tower physically whole . They had no scars on them . Some were even plump and white . However, after those ten hours of torture, the Omirians were all reduced to piles of minced meat . The tower was now filled with said piles of Omirian minced meat . The demons seemed to love it for some reason . Argh!!! Another shriek echoed from behind the tower walls . Following the shriek was a feeble voice, which pleaded, Ill talk, Ill talk, Eilot, just stop . Ill tell you everything! The towers first floor was a circular hall where the screams had been coming from . An Omirian with dark blue skin gave a brisk wave of his hand, and the demon executioners who had been abusing their victims in front of him immediately left the hall . The Omirian was Eilot . Three months ago, he was a Soul Tutor respected by all Omirians . Now, he was Nozamas Dark Tutor . He was now sitting on a black throne . In a corner of the circular hall was a torture rack where a young female Omirian was left to bleed . Blood flowed profusely from her wounds before hitting the floor . The dripping sound it made was enough to make anyones hair stand on end . There was a cage on the other side of the room . Ten Omirians in commoner attire were imprisoned in it . There was a young man kneeling in it, staring at the young Omirian girl on the rack . He pleaded, his eyes bloodshot with tears, Let her go, Eilot, and Ill tell you anything you want to know! Eilots face remained expressionless . Youre in no position to negotiate . Saying this, he gripped at the void . A dark blue whip appeared in his hand in an instant . With a violent motion, he whipped at the girl who was hanging from the rack ten feet away from Eilot . Upon being struck, the barely conscious girl let out another blood-curdling shriek . Whoop! The whip returned to Eilot . Fine steel teeth lined the whips length . With every stroke, its teeth would fasten themselves to its victims skin . It would then pull out chunks of flesh and skin from him or her every time it returned to its handlers hand . The girl on the rack screamed again, but this time, her voice was frail and lifeless . The prisoners in the cage shuddered . Tears streamed down the young mans face even more as he looked on helplessly at the horrific scene . Seeing how severe her wounds were and how much blood she had lost, the young man knew that she was beyond saving . No! No! Eilot, no! shouted the young man in the cage, his eyes widened with growing hatred . Eilot looked at him and then said, Delin, Im about to kill your sister . The next one to be hung on the rack will be your father . Ill save your mother for last . Piasce was your tutor, but he is now a wanted man . Now hes escaped, and still, you would give your life up to protect him? Delin had undergone rigorous training in Soul Magic . Forcibly extracting any information from his soul would have decimated his mind, and Eilot would not be able to gain anything from him . He would not have gone through this much trouble if there had been an easier way to make Delin speak . Delin was now kneeling on the ground, emotionally exhausted . He said in a low voice, Ill tell you everything . I only ask that you give us a painless death . Please dont torture us any more . I can live with that, said Eilot, nodding . He had always found the routine of torture tedious anyway . An hour later, ten Omirian corpses were lifted out of the blue-white tower and thrown out onto the pathway leading to the towers entrance . A couple of demons rushed over and tore into the corpses, ripping their flesh clean off their bones . In the tower, Eilot remained seated on his throne without moving a muscle . His eyes were closed . However, he was not asleep . Rather, he had slipped into a meditative state commonly practiced by the Omirians . Physically, he was still within the realm . However, his soul had entered the Sea of Void . The Sea of Void was filled with eddies of energy . A naked soul entering the Sea of Void was a risky affair . One would need to possess extraordinary skill in order to traverse the Sea of Void safely . There were only three . no, two people in the Omir realm capable of such a feat . Eilots path was thick with white Mana mist, energy vortexes, and negative energy pitfalls . Wily Void creatures lurked in the shadows as well, but Eilot managed to avoid them all . Half an hour later, a red globe appeared before him . From afar, the object looked like a tiny bubble in the depths of an ocean . However, as he got closer, the red globe grew bigger . After swimming towards it for half an hour, the tiny bubble had expanded into a huge globe, occupying Eilots line of sight completely . Eilot made his way expertly through the bubble for half an hour . Soon, a whirlpool appeared up ahead . Without hesitation, he plunged into the eye of the vortex . Beyond the eye of the vortex was a long tunnel . Dim, red light emanated from its walls, swimming around Eilot as he pressed on . The light wove all kinds of imagery across the walls . At times, it was a laughing skull; at others, it was a roaring beast . There was even one which depicted a giant pulling apart a dwarf limb by limb . All of it seemed surreal to Eilot . Twenty minutes pa.s.sed, and Eilot finally reached the end of the tunnel . There was a ball of dark red light up ahead . Eilot began to accelerate and soon burst through the light . The scene before him s.h.i.+fted . In the next few seconds, the surreal imagery vanished, giving way to an empty hall . The hall was built on a seemingly endless plain . There were no walls in it . Only four circular pillars were holding it together . Bits of sand were swept up by a bitter wind . The sky was a shade of red, and a lone sun hung from it, casting a weak, red glow over the plain . One could see silhouettes of towering demons lumbering aimlessly in the horizon . The bitter wind also carried with it inhuman screams across the wasteland . In this dark, empty word, a soft, mellow voice spoke out, Eilot, I take it that youve come here to bring me some good news? Eilots eyes searched for the source of the voice . They were drawn to a pile of bones shaped like a throne at the end of the empty hall . The bones were pitch-black, and they were mostly skulls . Each of their sockets was glowing with an eerie red light . Sitting atop the throne was a middle-aged man . His hair was greying, and there were white strands of hair hanging over his forehead . Even from an Omirian standpoint, the mans appearance was flawless . His eyes were black like the night . However, they gleamed with a raging bloodl.u.s.t that would have given anyone the impression that they were looking at the streams of boiling lava in the Abyss . The man was wearing an elegant robe with golden embroidery . He was looking at Eilot, his hand propping up one side of his face, a faint smile playing around his lips . It was the Lord of the Deep, Nozama! He looked completely out of place here in the middle of the barren wasteland . On the surface, he looked like a human master who had been cast out into the depths of the Abyss but had yet to reach rock bottom . At first sight, no one would have taken him for the notorious Lord of the Deep . However, Eilot knew who he was dealing with . He immediately bowed deeply before the middle-aged man and then said, Master, Ive interrogated all of Piasces disciples . Through the bits of information I had gathered from them, I was able to determine the location of that presence you seek . These are their statements . Please take a look . He then handed over a black orb of light to Nozama . Nozama took it . After feeling it for a few minutes, his perfect face broke into a smile . Well done, Eilot . He then opened his hand, from which emerged a thick haze of light . The haze solidified into strands of darkness and then flew out of the hall and towards the far corners of the wasteland . A few minutes later, dust rose up in the horizon . Demons of all shapes and sizes were converging towards the hall from every direction at top speed . The demons number grew by the minute . Half an hour later, approximately 3000 demons had reached the hall . Eilot could clearly feel just how powerful these demons were . Every one of them had at least Legendary-level power, the strongest among them being Level-15 . Seeing 3000 Legendary demon masters in one place would have made anyone feel despair . Eilot could even feel his spirit form quaking at the sight of them . After making sure that everyone had answered his call, Nozama spoke with that soft, mellow voice of his . Eilot, return to Omir and have Mysin prepare a Void Ferry . My army of demons will seek out this presence . Yes, Master, Eilot humbly replied . Mysin was one of the three Soul Magic masters in Omir . His skill in making Void Ferries was second only to Piasce . Nozamas mind was set on obtaining his prize . His demons moved quickly . Soon, all 3000 demons were all aboard a vast disc-shaped Void Ferry . Mana surged through the Void Ferrys circuits, and the entire vessel roared into life . Lets go! ordered Nozama . The Void Ferry plunged into the Sea of Void like a huge whale diving back into the depths of the ocean . At that moment in the Firuman realm, Link had taken on his black dragon form . His dragons body was vast, its wingspan close to a hundred feet . Silver-black dragon scales glittered under the sun across the length of his body . He almost blocked out the sun in the sky when he spread out his wings . All the Red Dragons in Ferde were looking at their Black Dragon King in awe . In dragon society, size equaled power . It had been 30,000 years since a dragon as powerful as Link had appeared in their midst . After making the necessary adjustments to his dragon body, he was able to propel himself 5000 feet into the sky with one powerful stroke of his wings . His body began to fade in the air until he finally vanished from sight . He had also entered the Sea of Void .