Meanwhile, Lenny had been whisked away from the mortal plane, and that was meant literally.
Glenn's intention had been to whisk him away with her power to her domain, where he would be safe from harm. However, her consciousness had faded from her control before she could give the most vital directive to the runes.
Lenny found himself plunged into a spiraling void without destination.
In the tumultuous realm between dimensions, Lenny found himself ensnared in the clutches of an impenetrable darkness.
The void, an abyss of undulating shadows, stretched endlessly in every conceivable direction, leaving him disoriented and adrift in a sea of obscurity. His body, an ephemeral beacon of light, flickered intermittently as if unsure of its own existence.
The lack of direction in this lightless expanse left Lenny in a state of perpetual free fall, the disorienting descent akin to a vertiginous spiral into the unknown.
Desperation clung to him as he groped for some semblance of stability, his movements erratic and uncoordinated. The very fabric of the void seemed to conspire against him, contorting reality into a maddening kaleidoscope of disarray.
As he flailed through the emptiness, his hand became a feeble source of illumination, revealing glimpses of grotesque abominations lurking in the shadows.
These nightmarish entities, amalgamations of decaying flesh and the remnants of forgotten nightmares, clawed at him with an insatiable hunger. Their movements were chaotic, as if they themselves were torn between the compulsion to claim him for their own.
Lenny's efforts to fend off the encroaching horrors manifested in sporadic bursts of fireballs, each eruption a desperate plea for reprieve. The chaotic dance of flames, stark against the stygian backdrop, painted a macabre tapestry of struggle and futility. His single-handed defiance mirrored his internal tumult, a symphony of chaos played out in the realm of shadows.
Yet, amidst the pandemonium, the void imposed an illusion of drowning. It was as if the inky darkness itself sought to engulf him, submerging him in an abyssal sea with no surface to breach. The sensation of suffocation pervaded his senses, amplifying the weight of his struggles.
Lenny's dismembered state, bereft of his legs and reliant on a lone hand, heightened his vulnerability.
He contended not only with the claws of the grotesque entities but also with the relentless pull of the void, a force determined to consume him entirely. Each gnawing at his flesh, whether real or perceived, echoed his internal disarray.
In this surreal battleground of the interdimensional abyss, Lenny's confusion became a palpable force. The void toyed with his perceptions, making every movement an unpredictable gambit. The shadows conspired against him, disorienting him further as he fought against the unseen assailants and the inexorable pull of the void.
As Lenny grappled with the grotesque denizens of this lightless realm, a symphony of malevolence played out in the echoes of his struggles.
The void, indifferent to his plight, bore witness to a lone figure ensnared in the throes of the abyss—his defiance flickering like a dwindling flame in the boundless darkness.
lightsΝοvεl ƈοm In the midst of the disorienting void and the relentless assault from grotesque entities, Lenny's mind raced, desperately seeking a solution to his dire predicament. The temptation to employ the Living Eye, a piece of lucifer Morningstar, bestowed upon him by the enigmatic Vandora, loomed large.
However, the cautionary advice of the Satan System reverberated within his consciousness, a stern reminder of the inherent danger in wielding such potent forces.
The Living Eye, an artifact of immense power, was not meant for a practitioner of Lenny's current stature.
After all, he was only at the Deep demon rank.
The Satan System, both a guide and guardian sent alarms into his head, vehemently advising against its usage until he ascended to the echelons of a Great Demon existence.
This was the minimum rank required to using the Living eye. Besides, the Living eye could only be used by Lenny three times. Unless of course, he found a way to replenish the power of the Eye.
Lenny vividly recalled the repercussions of his impulsive utilization of the Living Eye on a prior occasion—an event that had inflicted severe damage to his internal organs, reducing some to a gruesome pulp.
it was practically like noodles soup inside his body at the moment.
The internal warning Satan System, ever vigilant, forewarned him that another invocation of the Living Eye in his present state would likely result in catastrophic consequences.
The potential annihilation of his physical form hung over him like a sword of Damocles, threatening to reduce him to nothing more than a dust of cosmic remnants.
Despite the dire warnings echoing in his mind, Lenny recognized the gravity of his situation. If he refrained from decisive action, the relentless assault of the void and its nightmarish denizens would surely lead to his demise. The Living Eye, a gift that bore the weight of both peril and salvation, presented a glimmer of hope amidst the engulfing darkness.
In this desperate moment, however, another gift from Vandora pierced through the recesses of his memory. A revelation sparked within him as he recalled an alternative means of combating the encroaching malevolence.
The solution lay in a different artifact, one that might tip the scales in his favor without invoking the destructive forces of the Living Eye.
The urgency of the situation spurred Lenny into swift action. His mind raced to recall the specifics of Vandora's bestowed gift, the one that could potentially offer him a lifeline in this abyss of chaos. With determination etched across his features, he grasped at the elusive memory, hoping that this alternative artifact would grant him the reprieve he so desperately sought in the unforgiving void.
Lenny remembered that back then, he had asked Vandora why she was pregnant. At the time he thought that she was about to have little ones, but just as he was about to leave, she opened her insides to reveal the reason.
lenny had gotten it wrong. She was not pregnant, but rather, her body was serving as an incubator for something else something of incredible power. After all, it was an HOLY TOOL....
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