TBATE - Ghosts Of The Past

Chapter 29: Distortion

Arthur Leywin POV:

Welp... I guess I'm diving by myself now... It's at times like this that I wish I had Sylvie or this Regis character. He may come off as annoying, perverted, loud, rude, prideful, arrogant, selfish... BUT... disregarding that long list of negatives, the guy is hilarious. He sure knows how to fend off boredom.

I'm currently in the first floor of the relictombs making my way to the second mastery tomb. The first floor was as bustling as always. Merchants still ripping off ascenders, and drunks roaming the streets. Well I can see why Alaric loved it here.

As I made my way to the portal, many people did a double take and looked at me again. It seems I've amassed a bit of fame. Not good...

Either way two more mastery tombs remain. After I finish them, I will receive the location of the final tomb and be off.

The teleportation gate carried the familiar sense of nausea that I've still not grown used to. One of the most powerful lessers gets nausea due to a teleportation gate. That certainly won't do wonders for my reputation. As the purple light of the teleportation gate faded, I found myself in an even weirder situation.

"What the fuck?" was all could come to mind.

The scenery was an abomination to put it simply. The elven castle was coming out of Xyrus Academy which in of itself was being held by the auction house. It's as if space itself distorted bringing many buildings from my life all together in a jumbled mess. But why my life? Do they adapt to the person entering the tomb?

I suddenly felt gravity pushing me lower. This is obviously the spatium tomb. The distortions of all these random buildings and the feeling that gravity is weighing me down. As I looked below, I noticed that the floor was starting to crack due to my weight being forced on it by the increased gravity. Before I could catch onto something, I found myself falling with darkness surrounding me.

The fall kept going and I kept descending faster and faster. There was no bottom in sight. But that doesn't matter because I need to regain my balance and prepare for the landing. Sadly I can't use my third phase without seriously harming my body and thus I can't use my wings... great. This is literally the best possible scenario to use them in and I can't.

I unsheathe my sword and try to slow my descent by stabbing the cliff to my right. The task of maintaining my grip on the sword was daunting since the cliff was tough and made out of pure metal.

But I was the better swordsman. My sword was like a hot knife slicing through butter as I maintained my grip whilst sliding down endlessly, switching between hands from time to time so that my grip doesn't falter.

After about 10 minutes, I finally started to see a bottom. It was made out of grass from what I can view. Am I in some sort of forest? No, there are no trees in sight for that to be the case.

I stopped analysing the terrain to gracefully land on the soft green grass that was below me. I removed my blade from the now perfectly split cliff. Well I guess I can help making way for train tracks when the war is over.

I turned to continue my analysis of the area. However, it's familiarity shook me to my core. It was once the home of a haunting memory. And then it was the home to a training room filled with pain. The grasslands of dire tombs stretched out for miles with no end. But this was not the dire tombs that I was familiar with.

Gone was the dark and misty atmosphere. It was replaced by a bright and lush environment filled with vibrant and colourful flora. Birds chippering, butterflies gliding, and frogs croaking. It was as if it someone picked up dire tombs and placed it on the surface instead of a dark cave.