The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1725

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Chapter 1725: The Echoing Corridors

Pushing himself into the wound, Rowan’s body slowly descended into the third layer of the soul. A malevolent force pressed against his descent, but he had the weight of two entire layers of the soul behind his every action, and Rowan was able to muscle his way through the obstruction with relative ease.

As he did, he felt the dimension around him compress and transform, going through a million permutations and combinations in a short moment before settling into a strange hybrid of countless dimensional possibilities.

A wave of darkness stole his sight and all of his senses, and when they returned, he found himself in a long passage that seemed to extend for an infinity.

For a brief moment, Rowan thought he had been transported into the past as a mortal because the passage appeared to be made from the hands of men.

It was rough, with misshapen bricks pushing out of the walls, the steady trickle of a foul liquid running down its walls, and what he thought were webs lining the ceiling. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Every drop of the liquid that seemed to be emerging from the walls hit the ground and created an echo which continued reverberating with an ever-increasing pitch and frequency with no apparent end in sight, until the entire passage was filled with enough noise to drive an Old One to madness.

Despite the chaotic racket, Rowan could not afford to be distracted. He forcefully pushed his perception throughout the passage and discovered that it did not extend for infinity in a single direction.

In the distance, they began to curve and diverge. At first, they followed easy-to-follow directions. Soon, the passage started to blur into impossible directions, but Rowan did not stop trying to discover every single link in this chaotic mess.

Reaching forward to touch the walls, the spot he laid his finger transformed into a liquid mirror that reflected his image back to him, yet slightly warped.

As if his touch were an infection, the change began to ripple outwards, transforming this dilapidated corridor into a passage of liquid mirrors. As the transformation spread, silence followed.

The name of this level of the soul whispered itself into his heart, the Echoing Corridors.

With the transformation of the passage, his perception was able to spread faster until it reached a point where everything seamlessly merged as one, and Rowan gasped.

Although his mind was rapidly deciphering its endless curves and mysteries, he could not give the Echoing Corridors an exact shape; what he did know was that they were not empty.

As if coming out of another dimension, the inhabitants of this corridor began to make themselves known.

The Soul Spiders came first, multiple tapping sounds as legs that seemed to be made from flickering light touched the ground and the walls, their heavy bodies of stained glass pressed against the corridors, leaving long scratches on the walls that did not heal; instead, it began to break down the corridors.

In the blink of an eye, there were countless number of soul spiders all through the Echoing Corridors, pushing their bull against it and leaving festering gashes on the walls.