Free Web NovelChapter 12: The coven is sucking my mental energy
Levon looked straight at the door and nodded calmly. He was definitely not backing out now — the decision had already been made before he even jumped into the coven in the first place.
Elizabeth looked at him for a moment longer. Levon wasn’t sure why — maybe she was giving him more time to think it through, or maybe she was simply too sad to send yet another soul into the coven.
But after a while she finally began casting a spell.
Her eyes turned pure white, her body immediately drained of all color, and her hair shot straight up.
It looked like a scene from a horror movie.
A strong wind immediately began whipping around them.
It was powerful enough to push Levon off his feet, but he stood firm, driving his sword into the ground for extra balance.
Before long, the large wooden doors finally split open with a thunderous bang — a sound that would have been heard miles away if there was anyone within miles to hear it.
It was absolutely deafening.
Elizabeth finally turned to face Levon, her eyes still white and her hair still standing on end.
"You may now go in. I can only hold the door for approximately two hours — that is how long my energy will last. I’m sorry, but if you are not able to complete the mission by then, you will die," Elizabeth said, her voice now stripped of all the warmth it had carried moments ago.
It was as though Levon was looking at a demon in real life.
"Now go," Elizabeth said, her voice splitting into several overlapping tones at once as the wind began blowing even more intensely.
But Levon had seen enough. He immediately lunged straight through the gate, and all of a sudden it was as if everything went black.
Levon appeared in what seemed to resemble a temple, with several chambers surrounding a central platform that had a sword driven straight into its middle.
Levon’s head ached slightly, but he tried his best to suppress it.
It was as though he couldn’t quite remember why he was here.
The strain on his memory was overwhelming — the knowledge was there, but it felt like an invisible force was tugging it just out of reach.
Levon took a deep breath and deliberately strained his memory. He knew he was here for something important, and somehow he knew the environment itself was suppressing his thoughts. Whatever the reason, he was a hundred percent sure it was not a good one.
*’Yes — stones. I’m meant to find stones... keep thinking... stones for what...’* Levon kept pushing through the mental fog as he sank to the floor of the temple, bashing the side of his head with his hand, certain the answers would come in a minute or two.
*’Yes — for the platform...’* But that was all he could pull out. No matter how hard he strained, nothing else would surface — though he could feel the rest of it hovering right at the edge of his mind, just out of reach. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
Levon pushed himself up slowly, his legs unsteady and his head pounding badly. The only thing on his mind now was finding the special stones for the platform. He believed everything would become clear once he had them.
But the energy inside the temple kept eating away at his mental strength, causing him to forget more and more with every passing moment.
There were exactly three chambers surrounding the central platform, and since he needed three stones, it was obvious each chamber held one.
Levon wobbled to the entrance of the first chamber and stopped cold — he could see Paul and his friends standing right at the entrance.
"You think it’s just stats that matter, right?" Paul said, and the others laughed.
Levon stepped back slightly, his head spinning.
*’No — this can’t be real. They can’t be here. Paul is dead, isn’t he?’* His head kept pounding harder at the sight of them.
But before he could even react, they all transformed into terrifying bears and lunged straight at him.
Thinking quickly, Levon immediately activated his grave ward pendant and charged straight into the chamber with his sword raised high above his head.
Before the three-headed snake could even reach him, he had already sliced off two of its heads and crossed to the other side of the chamber.
The snake hissed in pain and fury.
*"Your sword is the only reason you’re this good, and I want it,"* the voice echoed through Levon’s mind, making him stagger back slightly as he grabbed his head.
He could barely remember anything, yet the voices kept haunting him.
The snake immediately charged at him with terrifying speed, as though it had been waiting for even the slightest moment of weakness.
*"You have to pay your dues,"* the voices echoed again, louder this time — but Levon’s survival instincts ran deeper than the snake had bargained for. He immediately dodged the attack and delivered a clean slice across the creature’s throat.
But to Levon’s surprise, nothing happened. The poison in his blade had no effect on it whatsoever.
Levon immediately surged forward, leaping as high as he could, and brought his sword straight down onto the creature’s head, slicing it clean off.
It dissolved into thin air.
The chamber fell completely silent, as though nothing had ever happened — as though three ordinary people hadn’t just transformed into a massive three-headed snake moments ago.
Levon immediately collapsed to the floor. The drain on his mental energy was growing worse with every passing second, and the headache he was feeling was unlike anything he had ever experienced in his life.
As he lay there, he waited for the system to chime — but heard nothing.
Had he not just slain a three-headed snake? Why was the system silent? Or had he somehow lost his hundred percent mutation drop rate?
Everything kept getting more confusing as time went on. Just as Levon was about to pull up his system, he caught sight of something right where the snake had just dissolved.
