Abyss prison.
Isaiah's breath hitched the moment he realized what was popping out of his mind.
He clearly saw fear and helplessness on his face in the mirror, an expression that had never appeared on his face in the past few decades.
Because he knew what that meant.
But why did he have such a crazy idea? At that moment just now, it was as if he was possessed by something.
Isaiah suddenly stood up and tried to stand up straight, so that his originally stagnant breathing became smooth.
"It's true that I'm possessed." He sighed and said, "It's time to rest."
He turned around and prepared to go back to his room.
But Isaiah didn't know why. Even though the room was just a stone's throw away, his legs felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't lift them up no matter what.
At the same time, he also clearly felt that his breathing became heavier again, and his whole body seemed to be pressed down by something huge.
And that behemoth was just a thought.
Abyss prison.
Isaiah tried hard to stop his thoughts from wandering to that noun. This had been very effective over the past few decades. Without a strong enough ability to eliminate distracting thoughts, he would not have been able to get to where he is today. However, at this moment, his self-control, which he was most proud of, seemed to suddenly collapse. Those dangerous thoughts that should have been easily controlled were like water flowing, sliding uncontrollably into the groove of the abyss.
Abyss prison.
The word came to Isaiah's mind for the third time, and this time it was accompanied by a
An idea.
Only there can you save yourself.
Only there.
This thought was like a sudden burst of fireworks, blasting Isaiah's brain into a blank. When he came to his senses, he found himself standing in front of the mirror again, looking at himself in the mirror.
"The Abyss Prison." Isaiah said softly.
Finally, he brought the idea in his mind into reality.
"Visas's...body."
Isaiah knew that the body of Visas was sealed in the Abyss Prison.
It's a corpse, not body parts.
But no one knows what it can do. And Isaiah knows that not only he, but also the people in the Land of Contract don't know, and the warden doesn't know either. No one in this world knows.
What kind of power does that body that has been suppressed by the gods for thousands of years have?
People only know what those scattered body parts can do.
Then, does the body that is above the corpses also possess power that is above everything?
This is what every corpse holder would think after feeling the power of the corpse, but in the past it was just a thought, but for Isaiah now...
"Get him." The voice in my head sounded again, "You will be above everything."
"Bang"!
A crisp sound.
Isaiah's forehead hit the mirror, and the mirror surface cracked immediately. Blood kept flowing down along the cracks, making him look hideous and scary in the mirror.
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