The World of Masks

I stopped throwing the bodies out of the bracelet. Instead, you raise the bead of light in your hand high enough to spread the light as far as possible. It was quite a wide cavity. A neatly organized floor with square stone panels and an artificially carved wall and ceiling that feel rich. There were torches all over the wall, just like around the altar. But for Jack, who could not light a fire, it was like the bread of a painting.

Buck, buck.

Every time I move my feet, I hear footsteps echoing from everywhere.

Ugh.

The footsteps disappear. Jack looks down. You find a thick carpet lined with dust. I moved my feet to remove the thick dust. The carpet's appearance reveals gradually through the cracks in the pile of dust. The color of the carpet, presumed to have been red, seemed to be quite old. I kicked out a little more dust. The blurry background color revealed a pattern. Jack kicks away the dirt on the carpet. Traces of time scattered all over the place.

"Cough. Cough."

I said to be careful, but I scattered the flying dust with my hands. However, as the dust did not spread, he dodged toward the passageway. After a while, the scattered dust settles on the ground. Jack steps back around the carpet.

'· · · · · · This.'

Some of the carpet is completely exposed as you remove the dust. Inside the faded red background, you see a part of the pattern. You carefully follow the pattern to remove the rest of the dust. The carpet itself was so big that it didn't remove all the dust, but the space it removed was enough to know what the symbol was.

'Symbol of the Demon King.'

It was the same shape that was engraved on the altar.

Jack slowly walks over the carpet. The carpet was so large that it was unlikely to cover most of the cavity floors on a small scale. As soon as the steel boots step on the carpet, the dust scatters shallow around. Jack's footsteps settle between the dust on the carpet, as if walking on the snow.

Something flashed before my eyes. Jack lowers his gaze and squeezes the sword with his right hand. Jack's movements, which he slitheringly approached to be able to react at any time, soon turned into normal movements. It did not appear to be a threatening object. No, rather, Jack was interested and prompted to take a few steps.

It was a place that seemed to be the center of the community. Four statues bear the face of a monster with large horns, long noses, and sharp teeth. I took a closer look at the beads of light. The light that hid into the surface of the translucent object flew out into the other surface while refracting in the object. It was a really mysterious phenomenon, but awkwardly, the light that came out again was dull.

"The blessing of the gods?" '

A giant crystal that scatters light at various angles, like a polished diamond, was shaped just like the one you saw at the temple store. Larger than any length of information, the smoother sides that look between the massive necks that need to be snapped back to see the top and the many angles in the body. But there was something else crucially. Contrary to the store's brilliant and sacred crystals sprinkled with white light, the crystals in front of them were dull black with a dark ambience.

I turned my head and looked up. There are several horse-like items embedded in the top of the crystal. The hoses are entangled, stretching up into the air and up to the ceiling. It seemed to be a system powered by crystals, like energy through hoses from the ceiling.

Will it work?

The crystals in the shop were life-saving devices. Perhaps this device will also serve the same purpose. It is speculated that black is saving human life as much as it is in the Demon King's stronghold, but nothing is accurate.

I didn't know how to use it, or if it had any life left in it, but I brought a Life Orb just in case. But no reaction occurred. Jack crosses the crystal, reliving his appetite.

I wonder how far they've walked on the dusty carpet again. Jack was able to get to the other side of the joint. Unlike what has been a flat floor so far, there was a hem opposite the cavity. The semicircular rung that was attached to the common wall was made up of stair-steps that looked like stacks of narrowing plates. The height that rises is roughly the height of the chest. And there was a body on the steps of the stairs.

Jack approaches and examines the body. It was similar to the corpses on the altar. The corpse that pressed down on the robe was lying facedown on the stairs. One hand was stretched out toward the throne, as if calling for help from someone on the throne.

"There was one here, too? '

I touched it with my toes. The body that was barely holding on to its shape collapsed. You pick up the rope that flows to the floor. Fragments of broken bones fall from the hood. At the same time, a book and a marble fell together.

'I knew he had it, too.'

Like the ones on the altar, this corpse also had items. He was in some kind of secret room, so it might be a higher quality item. Jack picks up the dropped item.

Tuck.

"Huh?"

Something fell between the bookshelves I was lifting. Jack looks down at the falling object. It was a multi-folded paper, engraved with traces of time. Jack puts the book and the bead in his bracelet and picks up the paper. I carefully spread the piece of paper that seemed to be brittle in no time.

The paper was quite large. You place the paper on the ground and move it around on your knees, spreading all the paper.

"A map?"

Mountains, mountains and rivers were clearly drawn on the map. A growing number of small towns were also marked in between the cities. Inside, Jack finds a familiar name.

Blau Holy Neutral City.

It was located quite underneath the map. Jack gladly looks at the city he started and finds a sign a little distance from it.

"This is · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

Above Blau Holy Neutral City. Near the city sign marked Marlahan was a tall mountain, with a clear mark of the Demon King on it.

Is this where I am now? '

I gently stroked the Demon King's mark. Given the surrounding terrain, it was similar to the terrain around the mountain where the altar is. Jack turns his head to the other side of the map. The Demon King's mark was noticeable everywhere.

Is that a map of the altar? '

Then you're probably pretty lucky. The more traces of the Demon King he had, the better.

I scoured the map. The mark of the Demon King was found all over the map. Jack's gaze from above is fixed in one place. It was a sizable mark on the map. It seemed to be at the southernmost of the Demon Lord's markings on the map at the lowest level than other markings. Jack closes his face a little closer. The other marks had letters that were missing.

Karizardich.

The crooked letters and ink marks were suddenly showing small spots as if something had happened.

'Who? Kerizardich.'

I did not appear to be as low as someone with the name "." An interesting light flashes into Jack's eyes.

You think there's something there? '

A mark unlike any other of the Demon King's markings. Luckily, there was one just south of where Jack was headed from now on.

Okay, let's start with this. '

It was the moment when Jack's next destination was determined.