Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 690

"What exactly is down there?"

"Never mind that! That man used some unknown method to break the seal, causing the gate to the sealing chamber to appear prematurely. If he touches the core of the seal, he could unleash that terrible catastrophe."

"What exactly is down there?"

He asked again, pulling the metal block from his pocket and clutching it in his hand, ready for the worst.

Mrs. Hydra hesitated, but Jenkins's grave expression told her he wouldn't be denied the truth.

"Very well, but this secret must never fall into the wrong hands!

Below is a puppet with a soul. It's not even a Mysterious Object. Our family records don't mention its name, only that it was a failed creation from a certain great one's experiment."

For some reason, Jenkins's mind flashed to the puppet from the Replica Shop.

"Can you open that door again? If we can catch up to Quake, we might still be able to stop him."

"Mental contamination? Oh, that's not a problem. I... I have a special item that strengthens my soul and mental fortitude. Open the door. I'll be the one to stop him."

It wasn't a sudden urge to play the hero. He simply couldn't walk away. Leaving would mean exposing the unicorn to Hathaway and Miss Mikhail, and it would also condemn this entire region to a devastating catastrophe.

Seeing Jenkins's resolve, Mrs. Hydra knew it was their best option. She motioned for him to step back toward the window, then turned to face the wall where Quake had vanished.

The woman let out a great cry, lowered her head, and charged. Jenkins heard the sickening thud of her skull striking the wall, and with that brutal impact, a door began to shimmer into existence.

Jenkins rushed forward to heal her. The external wound was easy to mend, but the act of opening the door seemed to have taken another kind of toll. Even after the gash on her head vanished, the woman couldn't get to her feet. She refused Jenkins's offered hand, dragging herself painstakingly toward the wall.

"Mr. Williams," she breathed, "don't pity me. This is my family's duty, a glorious mission bestowed upon us by the great one. My ancestors guarded this place long before this manor was ever built. I have done all that I can. The most update n0vels are published on novel·fire.net

Go. You must stop that man. And remember... do not enter any of the doors you find below!"

Her voice faded until it was barely a whisper, and for a terrifying moment, Jenkins thought she had died. He felt a faint pulse, but his healing had no further effect. He had no choice but to carry her to a bed in an adjacent room. Then, ignoring the insistent vibration of his pocket watch chain, he pushed the door open and stepped through.

Beyond the door lay a dark, spiraling staircase that plunged downwards, reminiscent of a secret passage from an old castle tale. The steps were paved with gray stone, and the walls on either side were bare, with no lamps or torches to light the way.

Jenkins summoned his Purification Candle and started down, its light pushing back the oppressive darkness. He could already hear footsteps echoing from far below.

"I should've asked about the layout."

He thought with a flicker of annoyance, then broke into a run, descending as nimbly as a cat. The stone steps were immaculately clean, free of even a speck of dust. But as he continued down, he spotted a fresh line of blood tracing the curve of the wall, following the spiraling stairs. It had to be Quake's, though he couldn't fathom its purpose.

Jenkins tried to wipe it away, but discovered he couldn't touch the crimson line, even when he chipped at the wall itself. It seemed to be an illusion, yet its stark, bloody hue was a constant warning of its danger.

He kept running, trying to think of a solution. Fire, frost, and physical force had no effect. Finally, steeling himself, Jenkins focused a razor-thin beam of [Mechanical Light] on a single point. It worked, creating a tiny break in the blood-red line.

That was enough. Dismissing the beam of light, he continued his descent. The spiraling staircase remained monotonous, almost making him doubt if he was making any progress at all.

But Jenkins's keen hearing told him the sounds from below were growing closer. He was clearly faster than Quake.

Jenkins had no idea how far the staircase descended, but he caught up to his quarry before reaching the bottom.

But no matter how light his steps, in the dead silence of the stairwell, he was still detected. Quake didn't turn to fight. He just shot a frowning glance over his shoulder, and just before Jenkins could unleash a silver blade of light, the man accelerated like a gust of wind and vanished from sight.

The bottom of the stairs must have been over a thousand feet below ground. It opened onto a fan-shaped platform. Directly across from the stairwell was a massive door, once secured by a dozen iron locks and a dense array of brass clasps. But now, it stood ajar.

"This can't be right," Jenkins muttered. "She said not to go through any doors, but there's no other path."

A breeze drifted from the gap in the door, carrying a sweet fragrance. At the same time, the sound of orchestral music drifted out, suggesting a grand banquet was underway.

"This is underground. How can there be wind?"

Such a simple trap was not about to fool Jenkins. He glanced around, uttered, "Twin Demons," and a shadowy figure shot forward, crashing into the door and triggering a deafening explosion.

The structure here was exceptionally sturdy; the explosion from the Twin Demon didn't cause a collapse. After the blast, the door vanished, revealing a long, shadowy corridor in its place.

He summoned his monocle to pierce the darkness and advanced, a gun in one hand and the metal block in the other. The corridor was short, but every few steps, a new door appeared on either side. Each was cracked open a sliver, emitting its own unique sounds, scents, and hues.

It was an obvious lure, tempting him to step through one of the doors, but it was a trivial trap. Perhaps the doors also emanated some kind of psychic suggestion, but after everything he had been through, Jenkins's mind was now strong beyond ordinary human limits.

The short walk ended in a small, circular chamber. In the very center, a sapphire larger than a grown man's head hovered silently in the air.

Golden chains rose from the floor, coiling around the massive gem. The entire floor of the chamber was covered in indecipherable ancient runes.

"This is the core of the ritual?"

Jenkins wondered in amazement. Suddenly, he heard a rush of air behind him and threw himself to the side. But the attack was too swift. He couldn't dodge in time, and a sword sliced into his shoulder.