Rooted on the spot, Dean fixed his eyes on the slowly opening gate.
After a few moments, the gate opened completely and what Dean saw left him gasping for breath as he almost choked on it.
There was no ground; even with his enhanced vision, Dean could see no bottom.
All he saw was a dark abyss that seemed to stretch for eternity.
[Rejoice, child.
[You are about to acquire true power, you are about to begin the journey to shed your skin of mortality and ascend into godhood.]
Dean found his body moving once more toward the abyss.
The positive aspect was that at least now he could notice his movement.
However, the only thing this left him was panic.
[For I have decided to take you as my successor!]
He crossed the opened gate as he entered the abyss.
He thought he would fall yet he didn't.
Even though what lay beneath was a bottomless dark abyss, he felt like he was still on land.
He tried to gain control over his body but he couldn't.
His body failed to respond to his will.
He felt so powerless.
He opened his mouth to speak, wanting to convey his intentions of having no interest in being the so-called successor of whatever inheritance.
Yet.
No sound escaped from his mouth.
'What is this?
'It is as if this body isn't mine. All I have left is my consciousness.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when black tendrils began to rise from the deep abyss beneath him.
They all drew towards him from seemingly every direction.
'AAAAAAHHHHHHH!
'SOMEONE, PLEASE HELP ME!'
He wanted to roar out, but no sound came out.
Having no control over his own body, all Dean could do was continue to watch the black tendrils move closer to him.
At this point, all he felt was fear.
'Mother.'
Dean felt so sad.
'Why me?
'What did I do to deserve all this?'
The endless black tendrils clung to him from all directions.
His entire figure was covered.
He thought he would die, yet
>
A blue panel appeared in front of his vision.
It was a stark contrast to the now endless black around him.
>
>
'Requirements?
'What is going on?'
>
'Huh.'
Dean's mind went blank for a second there
>
More messages continued to pop up
…..
Dean's mind was still clouded in confusion.
For some reason, the number seemed to keep decreasing at a very fast pace.
He had a hunch about what might be going on, but he subconsciously refused to believe such a thing.
He could feel some movements around him.
It felt like the black tendrils that were clung to him were releasing something.
However, he couldn't tell exactly what was going on.
…..
The soul count kept decreasing until
When the soul count reached zero, a change occurred
…..
The number finally stabilized
A series of messages continued to flash on the blue panel before him.
Rooted on the spot, Dean fixed his eyes on the slowly opening gate.
After a few moments, the gate opened completely and what Dean saw left him gasping for breath as he almost choked on it.
There was no ground; even with his enhanced vision, Dean could see no bottom.
All he saw was a dark abyss that seemed to stretch for eternity.
[Rejoice, child.
[You are about to acquire true power, you are about to begin the journey to shed your skin of mortality and ascend into godhood.]
Dean found his body moving once more toward the abyss.
The positive aspect was that at least now he could notice his movement.
However, the only thing this left him was panic.
[For I have decided to take you as my successor!]
He crossed the opened gate as he entered the abyss.
He thought he would fall yet he didn't.
Even though what lay beneath was a bottomless dark abyss, he felt like he was still on land.
He tried to gain control over his body but he couldn't.
His body failed to respond to his will.
He felt so powerless.
He opened his mouth to speak, wanting to convey his intentions of having no interest in being the so-called successor of whatever inheritance.
Yet.
No sound escaped from his mouth.
'What is this?
'It is as if this body isn't mine. All I have left is my consciousness.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when black tendrils began to rise from the deep abyss beneath him.
They all drew towards him from seemingly every direction.
'AAAAAAHHHHHHH!
'SOMEONE, PLEASE HELP ME!'
He wanted to roar out, but no sound came out.
Having no control over his own body, all Dean could do was continue to watch the black tendrils move closer to him.
At this point, all he felt was fear.
'Mother.'
Dean felt so sad.
'Why me?
'What did I do to deserve all this?'
The endless black tendrils clung to him from all directions.
His entire figure was covered.
He thought he would die, yet
>
A blue panel appeared in front of his vision.
It was a stark contrast to the now endless black around him.
>
>
'Requirements?
'What is going on?'
>
'Huh.'
Dean's mind went blank for a second there
>
More messages continued to pop up
…..
Dean's mind was still clouded in confusion.
For some reason, the number seemed to keep decreasing at a very fast pace.
He had a hunch about what might be going on, but he subconsciously refused to believe such a thing.
He could feel some movements around him.
It felt like the black tendrils that were clung to him were releasing something.
However, he couldn't tell exactly what was going on.
…..
The soul count kept decreasing until
When the soul count reached zero, a change occurred
…..
The number finally stabilized
A series of messages continued to flash on the blue panel before him.
