BXBX NOVEL Chapter 865: Týr
The battle had been arduous, but Kaizen knew that this was only part of his journey. He still had to reach the bottom of the lake.
The pressure around him eased significantly, and Kaizen was finally able to swim towards the bottom unhindered.
The water, once turbulent and chaotic, was now calm, still. He used his psychokinesis to propel himself faster, cutting through the water like an arrow.
As he neared the bottom, a breathtaking sight revealed itself. Columns of ice rose from the lake bed, stretching out in all directions like a crystalline forest. The refracted light created a hypnotic spectacle of sparkles and reflections, illuminating the surroundings with an ethereal bluish light.
Kaizen swam between the columns, marveling at the beauty that surrounded him.
Each ice column was unique, some tall and slender, others wide and robust. They seemed to extend endlessly, creating an icy labyrinth that Kaizen had to navigate.
The silence was absolute, broken only by the soft sound of the water around him.
Finally, after walking a winding path between the columns, Kaizen spotted something glowing in the distance. As he got closer, the sight of a large golden door appeared. The door was incredibly ornate, with intricate runes that seemed to tell stories of ancient times. It was an imposing structure that exuded an air of mystery and power.
Kaizen landed softly at the bottom of the lake, his feet touching the icy ground. The great golden door looked even more magnificent up close. He reached out, feeling the cold, solid surface of the metal.
He took a step back, admiring the door in all its glory. He felt a mixture of anxiety and excitement. Stepping through that door meant facing new challenges, discovering new mysteries and possibly meeting a god. He was ready. Every battle, every trial up to that point, had prepared him for this.
With a deep breath, Kaizen placed his hands on the golden handles of the door. He felt a slight tremor of energy run through his arms, as if the door itself were alive, waiting for someone worthy to walk through it. With a controlled effort, he began to pull on the handles.
The door didn\'t give way easily. It was heavy, but Kaizen used his strength and determination, feeling the metal move slowly. A deep sound echoed as the door finally began to open, revealing a glimpse of what lay beyond. A golden light escaped through the crack, illuminating Kaizen\'s face and warming his spirit.
When the door was completely open, Kaizen stepped forward, crossing the threshold into a new world of possibilities. Behind him, the columns of ice continued to glow, like silent guardians of the path he had traveled. And before him, a new challenge, a new mystery was waiting to be unraveled.
The golden light emanating from inside the door was blinding, but Kaizen didn\'t look away. He knew that wherever this journey took him, he was ready to face any adversity. He took another step forward, entering the new realm, determined to continue his quest and discover the secrets that awaited him.
The warmth radiating from the light was comforting, a welcome change from the coldness of the lake. Kaizen felt enveloped by this light, as if he were being welcomed by a benevolent presence. As his eyes adjusted to the brightness, he began to distinguish shapes and structures within the new environment.
The ground beneath his feet was firm and warm, a marked contrast to the ice he had left behind.
In front of him, a vast hall unfolded, with walls adorned with ancient tapestries and sculptures that seemed to tell stories from time immemorial. In the center of this hall, there was a figure sitting on the floor in a meditative posture.
Kaizen took a deep breath, feeling the comforting warmth emanating from the golden hall. His footsteps echoed softly on the firm, warm floor, contrasting with the icy environment he had left behind.
The figure in front of him, seated in a meditation posture, radiated a powerful and serene presence, filling the air with a sense of reverence and mystery.
As Kaizen drew closer, he could see more details. The man had a long beard and brown hair that cascaded over his shoulders. His eyes were closed, as if he were in a deep state of contemplation. He was wearing a simple yellow tunic.
Kaizen stopped a few steps away from the figure and, in a respectful voice, broke the silence.
"Excuse me, are you Týr?" he asked, his voice echoing through the vast hall.
The man\'s eyes slowly opened, revealing themselves to be more normal than Kaizen had expected. He raised his head and looked directly at Kaizen, as if assessing his soul.
"Yes, I am Týr," replied the god in a calm tone, "and you, young warrior, must be Kaizen. I sensed your presence when you defeated Nesferati. Why are you going so far away?"
"I\'m on a journey to help someone and I believe you can help me."
Týr stood up gracefully, his imposing figure now fully visible. He was tall, very tall, over three meters tall, exuding an aura of undeniable power.
He walked slowly towards Kaizen, each step seeming to reverberate with the very essence of the hall.
"I know what you\'re looking for..." said Týr, studying Kaizen with piercing eyes. "However, I cannot give you the knowledge you desire."
Týr\'s denial resounded like an echo in the vast hall, but Kaizen was undeterred. He took a deep breath, gathering the courage to reply.
"I understand that what I\'m asking is not simple," Kaizen began, his voice firm but respectful. "However, you are my last resort. You are the only one who can teach an unevolved one how to cross the worlds, to Muspelheim."
Týr frowned, his expression turning from calm contemplation to bewilderment. He took another step forward, reducing the distance between him and Kaizen.
"Did you say \'cross the worlds to Muspelheim\'?" asked Týr with a tone of incredulity. "That\'s... strange. It completely diverges from the prophecies."
"Prophecies? What are you talking about?" Kaizen asked.