Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 692

But however unbearable the sensation was, it lasted only a few tense seconds. The dark mass overhead hadn't fully squeezed through the wall, and the illusions quickly dissipated.

"Hah, just as I thought," Jenkins breathed. "A seal this powerful couldn't be completely broken by a single human sacrifice."

Jenkins breathed a sigh of relief, but the situation was still far from optimistic. It was clear the seal had been compromised. While the puppet couldn't escape just yet, if left unattended, it would eventually break free and wreak havoc upon the physical world.

To make matters worse, Jenkins knew nothing about this type of sealing formation.

If they were in Nolan City, he could have sought help from Magic Miss; her expertise in rituals was unquestionable. But they were deep underground, in the heart of a remote, snow-covered mountain range, far from civilization. He didn't even dare risk heading to Ruen. After all, the puppet that had just killed Quake was still watching him menacingly from the wall, and his physical body was currently defenseless.

If his guess was correct, both puppets had been created by the entity sealed here. It must have used some unknown method to allow them to move freely within the confines of the seal, all with the goal of engineering its own escape.

Now, its goal was partially achieved—the seal was significantly damaged due to the blood sacrifice. Jenkins had no idea if Lady Hydra, who was somewhere above, could repair it, but he suspected the chances were slim.

He had no intention of leaving until the problem was resolved. If all else failed, he would have to use his last drop of divinity to seal the trapped puppet once more. Get full chapters from Nove1Fire.net

"Blasphemous Creation!"

This time, he aimed at the dark mass struggling to break through the seal, but to his dismay, the ability failed. The seal not only restricted the entity's freedom but also prevented any external forces from affecting it.

A hair-thin beam of light shot upward, but it only managed to blast away a chunk of stone, leaving the sealed puppet completely unaffected.

"Well, I'm out of ideas."

The blood sacrifice had a greater effect than Jenkins anticipated. The mass overhead was squeezing its way out at an accelerating pace, and the putrid stench in the air grew ever stronger.

He took the metal block from his pocket again, but just then, a second voice echoed in the chamber:

"Compared to that man just now, you seem like a much better person to make a deal with."

He looked up. The voice came from above. It was a child's voice, but a sinister, unnatural quality laced its youthful tone. As it spoke, the unbearable headache returned, and the foul stench in the air intensified.

A flicker of uncontrollable fear sparked deep within him, but it was swiftly consumed by a surge of nameless rage.

Of course Quake had made a deal with the puppet. He didn't seem like the type to cause trouble just for the fun of it. That line of blood leading down the stairs, for instance—while Jenkins didn't know its purpose, it had to be connected to the puppet.

"A deal? What's in it for me?"

The puppet was just stalling for time. As they spoke, it continued to wrench itself free from the seal's grasp. But Jenkins wasn't worried about its next move. He had already resolved to use his divinity; this conversation was merely to satisfy his curiosity and gather information that might be useful later.

"Within my power, you can have anything you desire," the voice offered. "I have mastered several long-lost Enchanter abilities and possess deep knowledge of ancient puppet techniques and forbidden rituals. Of course, if you help me break free completely, you will receive even more. See? Your nose is bleeding. Such a fragile mortal~"

"No, I don't need all that," Jenkins replied. "I just want to know what Quake—the man who was just here—did at the villa, and what his story was."

As the voice finished, a gray shadow rose from Quake's corpse. It was vastly different from any ordinary spirit Jenkins had ever seen. From what he knew, spirits were normally incapable of answering questions from the living unless summoned through an object like a Ouija board.

"Are you Franklin Quake?"

He began his questioning.

"You knew young Wellington, and you knew about demons?"

"Yes. I sought knowledge from the aberrations."

"Were you involved with the vampires?"

"Yes. The vampires have unique insights into blood seals."

"How did you become an Enchanter?"

"Five years ago, in my family's library, I found a decaying wooden plank wedged in a crack in the wall. It contained certain records."

"Was it you who killed the doctor at the villa and manipulated us into discovering the identity of the key keeper?"

"Yes. I didn't realize there was another Enchanter in the group before the trip. Once I found out, I planned to kill you with cold-serpent grass seeds in the town at the foot of the mountain, but that failed. So after we arrived at the villa, I faked my death to move about freely. All the other suspicious people here were just a smokescreen to cover my tracks."

"What was your purpose in coming here?"

"I learned from a demon that a powerful entity was sealed in this place. The vampires provided the knowledge to use the power of blood to both break and master the seal. My plan was to use that knowledge to aid the sealed monster, and at the instant it broke free, I would control it with the line of blood—I paid a hefty price to get this from that damned demigod. It was foolproof. I was just one step away from—"

With a soft pop, Quake's soul seemed to shatter under the force of an unseen power. Simultaneously, the puppet struggling to break free from the seal went still.

It seemed frozen in place, stunned by the ghost's words. It had no way of knowing if Quake's preparations would still work now that he was dead.

Jenkins, however, knew they wouldn't. He had already broken the continuity of the line.

"You see, this has nothing to do with me."

He held the metal block in his hand, feigning confidence as if the blood line gave him an advantage. The puppet clearly hadn't recognized the true nature of the metal block, or it wouldn't have remained so silent.

"Help me destroy that line of blood on the stairs, and I will teach you the maze-lock ability, 'Puppet Kingdom'."

"Oh? I believe, that perhaps I can get even more. You see, I'm just a fragile mortal. I need power to protect myself."

He smiled, but his heart was like ice. He had no path of retreat. The metal block in his hand was his last trump card. Now, he was about to...