Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic

Chapter 82 Dream of the Moon

Shard's right hand traced a radiant glimmer in the air, and Silvermoon's blade sliced through the blood fog's curtain, slashing at the woman as she softly kissed the ring. But apart from leaving another wound on her forehead, it had no effect.

The woman cackled wildly in her final moments, laughing hysterically as she uttered the spell words that Shard had failed to discern last time:

"In the shift from yang to yin begins a new life's spin!"

She slipped on the ring, and her broken body immediately billowed thick smoke. Lady Lassoya slowly closed her eyes as life neared its end.

At that moment, black smoke enveloped the woman's body. Shard, trying to stop her, once again heard the Whisper, the chewing within the smoke, and the curses of countless voices.

He reached out to thrust his hand into the smoke, to at least do something. But a boot emerged from the smoke and kicked Shard, toppling him back against the wall.

The black smoke dissipated, and a young man wearing a white pebble ring stood amidst the corridor's blood fog. He rotated his neck and snapped his fingers behind him. Discover exclusive tales on empire

With the arrival of Steam Mist and the sound of a steam whistle, the Six Rings Warlock's Ring of Fate shone behind the man, reflected in the eyes of Shard, who slumped against the wall:

"To change gender, to actually be able to..."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The doctor's desperate strike failed to kill the enemy, not because they were too weak. At this moment, Shard suddenly felt the dying man's emotions, the man dressed in burgundy formal wear not long ago.

"Indeed, the Keeper of Secrets Level Relic 'Transmutation Ring', a gender transformation along with the exchange of an entirely different body. Although this damned ring has given me some preferences I never had before, the ring itself is worth those costs,"

laughed the Six Rings Warlock, Jack Deon.

Clad in a sharp black suit, his shoes shone under the gaslight. The dust and disarray behind him, alongside the collapsed people in the corridor, seemed to highlight his triumph:

"Hmm? Your clothes look awfully familiar. Oh well, it's not important, although I have no idea where you folks came from..."

He spoke aloud, as if delivering a speech at a significant public event, his articulation so precise it made Shard want to punch him. He was boasting, of the death-defying turnaround he had managed to pull off, how could he not gloat:

"But this time, it's clear that I've won."

However, the full power of the out-of-control Relic was etched into this momentary memory, making Shard feel as though Silvermoon was truly within his heart.

He had no idea how long he had been unconscious, but upon awakening, he could only see the dimly lit banquet hall, heavy with red blood mist as if painting the world crimson. The air was chillingly cold, the blood seeming to seep into his body through his pores.

The shrill Whisper of insanity seemed to presage that something terrible was about to happen. Enduring the intense pain and trembling of his body, he felt that "False Immortality" had been consumed due to the severity of his injuries, the Sorcery's effects extinguished as they were inflicted anew shortly after they were cast.

"This is bad, I need to leave the banquet hall quickly, or else..."

He propped himself up with support from the long table with a pure white tablecloth, but just then—

Ding-dang~

The crisp sound seemed to ring directly in his head, as if someone was tapping a small hammer against a bell, the signal for the start of the banquet.

The vibrating metal sound shook his spirit and soul, once again causing Phantoms to appear before his eyes, almost making it impossible for Shard to distinguish between reality and illusion. The blood-colored banquet hall took the place of the normal banquet hall, and the living sacrifices that had arrived before him also awoke to the sound of the bell at this moment.

The Blood Feast had begun.

Shard turned to run toward the door, but his body was completely out of control. The power of higher dimensions descended, and mortals, after all, were only mortals. Blood seeped from all senses simultaneously, and he trembled, slowly turning to look at the main seat of the banquet hall, looking towards the end of the long table.

He heard it, the ringing bell that marked the beginning of the feast;

He saw it, Goldware and Silverware filled with fresh human organs gradually appearing on the empty tabletop;

He smelt it, the sweet scent of food amidst the thick blood mist;

He touched it, the hanging bloodied corpses draped from the ceiling.

He felt it—

He felt it! At the other end of the long table, a figure in a red robe, seemingly stepping across from a distant dimension, materialized, gradually becoming clearer.