Chapter 92 Washbasin in the Dark

Ethan's POVI felt as though my senses and my entire essence were being compressed and twisted into an unrecognizable form.

Suddenly, the horrifying black lightning and the violent storm vanished as if they had never existed.

Everything was calm and normal as if everything before was a nightmare.

I tried to observe my surroundings and suddenly realized that my form had changed. My body now resembled a jelly-like substance that was translucent and softly glowing.

When I attempted to move, I discovered I could roll through the air similar to a droplet of water suspended in zero gravity.

Relief washed over me as the realization sank in that I was still alive and my soul essentia or whatever it was called was still safe. Somehow, my consciousness had survived the Duskwither's assault.

As I explored my dark surroundings with my new form, I noticed thin silver string-like feelers extending from my jelly-like body.

They glowed beautifully in the darkness and radiated an almost enchanting light. I experimented with them and discovered that I could use these feelers to propel myself forward much like a jellyfish in the depths of the oceans of my previous life.

I continued moving through the darkness but something gnawed at my mind. All the little clouds I had seen outside the Duskwither in the dreary world were gone completely.

I was all but alone in this dark expanse and this time even I couldn't see its end.

Suddenly, a golden notification appeared before my eyes similar to the ones from my past life's technology. It took the form of a shining chart with sparkly words etched across it.

Beside the text, I noticed a cheerful emoji-like drawing added an odd touch of levity to the situation.

I was utterly shell-shocked. My thoughts turned to the LucentVoid Clan, the name of my now-destroyed paternal lineage and I remembered the demon face which had narrated the true origins of the Lucent Void Clan that originated from the Hell Spire Great World.

I glanced at my glowing, circular form and marveled at the dreamy silver light radiating from it. The feelers felt like extensions of my will and they moved gracefully at my command.

While part of me wanted to revel in the awakening of my bloodline as I knew the rare chances of awakening an ancient bloodline in Agate Star World but another part focused on my current predicament.

How did all of this happen? I pondered and replayed the events in my mind over and over again.

After a short while, I concluded that the dangers I had faced including the impending annihilation brought by the black lightning and storm must have triggered this eruption within my soul.

As I ruminated over the events, I found myself unexpectedly thanking my lucky stars which I had cursed in frustration when I had been caught in the Duskwither's devouring pull.

Somehow, I had survived and only that mattered. Yet, before I could even relish the relief, the next major problem loomed over me like a dark cloud.

How will I escape the Duskwither and return to the real world?

The thought gnawed at me. I had no sense of how much time had passed in the physical realm since I had lost consciousness after that fateful glance at that cursed wolf head.

Is Master worrying about me? Is Virelle also worried about my condition? Was I trapped here indefinitely?

But amidst the uncertainty, a fierce resolve burned within me. Despite everything that had happened, that battle had been extraordinary and its display of raw and apocalyptic power had opened a new world to my previously limited scope and worldview.

I felt a burning desire to become that strong one day when I would be able to bend and shift the world to my will. The fires of ambition blazed within me as I recalled the clash between those two powerful beings.

I was almost certain that the figure in the blood cloud was a vampire. As for the man with the wolf-like powers? His existence puzzled me.

Could he have been a Celestial Moon Wolf, like the one from the memory fragment that I had encountered in my childhood?

The memory of that ice dragon fighting the giant wolf with the crescent moon marking on its forehead resurfaced vividly in my mind suddenly.

The marks were strikingly similar. Yet, one was a beast while the other was clearly a man capable of a beastly transformation.

Maybe he was a werewolf. But then, who was the wolf that battled the ice dragon? If my studies served me right, werewolves were incapable of fully transforming into wolves.

I scratched my jelly-like head with one of my glowing silver feelers and held my nonexistent chin with another. It was a habit deeply ingrained in me from my human days.

As these thoughts swirled in my mind, I floated aimlessly through the dark expanse where even my enhanced dark senses couldn't pierce the void.

Suddenly, a faint white glow pierced the darkness.

I stopped and my body instinctively froze. I focused my senses on the distant light and saw a white spot shining brightly in the otherwise pitch-black void. Discover exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire

Sensing that spot excitement coursed through me but I remained cautious. My feelers moved frantically as I swam toward the glow as the silvery tendrils propelling me forward.

As I neared the source, its form became clearer. It was a small, irregularly shaped rock which was about the size and shape of a washbasin.

It floated serenely in the dark. Its lower structure was misshapen and jagged but the top was oddly familiar.

Deja vu washed over me as I observed its peculiar shape. It indeed resembled a washbasin, but one without a tap. Covering the entire surface of the basin was a shimmering purple liquid and from afar I could see its mesmerizing but ominous glow.