Wyrmbeast

Seven Sins System Chapter 210. Wyrmbeast

I journeyed deeper into the mountain, the air grew colder and the darkness grew thicker. But I was a devil, impervious to the chill that would have left a mortal quivering with cold. The night air felt crisp against my skin, the sensation invigorating and stimulating.

The silence was punctuated only by the crunching of twigs beneath my shoes and the occasional rustle of leaves as I navigated the thick underbrush. The night was still, but I knew that danger lurked around every corner. My senses were on high alert, my eyes scanning the shadows for any hint of movement.

As I moved further into the mountain, I began to sense something new. A powerful aura, something that made my skin tingle with anticipation. It was something strong, something worth investigating.

Following the pull of the powerful aura that had drawn me deeper into its depths, I emerged from a dense thicket of trees, I found myself standing before a vast cave. It was a cavernous entrance, wide and imposing, with a darkness that seemed to stretch on for miles.

It was evident that the cave hadn't been touched by mortals in a long time. Vines and moss crept up the sides of the rocky opening, and the air smelled of damp earth and decay. It was clear that whatever lay inside had been undisturbed for centuries.

In front of the cave, I noticed an inscription carved into a slab of rock that had been covered in moss and dirt. It was ancient, with weathered edges and faded lines, but the message was still legible.

My tentacles sprouted forth from my back, stretching out to wrap around the stone slab. They moved with fluid grace and brushed the moss and dirt that clung to the surface. In mere seconds, the tentacles had stripped away the overgrowth, revealing a faint inscription that had been almost lost to time.

I peered closely at the words, squinting in the dim light.

'Verily, he who doth rouse the Wyrmbeast shall encounter dire misfortune. She hungers, and of unsound mind, apt to bring ruin to all in her path. Nay, there exists no force capable of vanquishing her.'

The text ended with the words '1201 death'.

"1201? Oh, not bad," I said, my words laced with a subtle sense of admiration. But then, a sly grin began to appear on my lips. It was a grin that was both twisted and sinister, yet also oddly exhilarating.

"It makes me want to kill her," I said, my voice now dripping with malice. The monsters that lurked within the mortal realm were no match for my otherworldly strength.

With a sudden wrenching feeling, one of my tentacles began to writhe and twist grotesquely and alarmingly. Then it gradually separated from my body. As it fell to the ground, it began to writhe and pulsate. Within moments, the severed tentacle had transformed into a colossal worm monster, its body coiled and writhing with sinister and ominous energy.

I gave the monstrous worm a subtle nod, and it immediately began to slither its way toward the cave where the Wyrmbeast lay sleeping.

As my tentacles slithered their way into the cave, I closed my eyes and focused my mind, allowing myself to see the cave inside. It was a rocky and forbidding place, with jagged walls that seemed to stretch up into the unknown depths above. I knew that it would take some time to traverse the treacherous terrain and reach the Wyrmbeast's lair.

My tentacle drew closer to the heart of the cave and I began to feel faint vibrations emanating from deep within. It was a reassuring sign, one that told me that the Wyrmbeast was still slumbering soundly, with no hint of waking for some time to come. For as long as there were no sudden disturbances or seismic upheavals, the beast would remain locked in its hibernation, dormant and quiescent.

Bored, as I was waiting for my tentacle, I reached down and picked up a handful of pebbles, the small stones feeling cool and smooth against my skin. I began to toss them idly into the air, catching them and then hurling them at the tiny monsters that lurked nearby.

It was a meaningless act, a small measure of entertainment to pass the time. But even as I killed the small creatures with casual indifference, I knew that there was a deeper purpose to my actions. For I was gathering food for the Wyrmbeast, in case she awakened from her slumber with a ravenous hunger that needed to be sated. At least, I could use those bodies as bait.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, my tentacle reached the Wyrmbeast's lair. The rocky walls of the cave loomed above it, their rough surfaces gleaming with an eerie sheen in the dim light.

My tentacle entered the Wyrmbeast's lair, my senses were immediately assailed by a cacophony of sights and sounds that left me reeling. The cave was vast, its walls stretching far up into the darkness above. The air was thick and heavy, with a dank odor. My eyes were drawn inexorably toward the center of the cavern. There, buried beneath a thick layer of hardened rock, lay the Wyrmbeast herself.

I estimated that the monster was the size of a modern edifice, its bulk stretching out before me like a great sleeping giant. But what struck me most about the creature was the way it was covered in thick, impenetrable layers of rock. From a distance, it looked like nothing more than a massive boulder, devoid of any sign of life or movement.

A hum came out of my mouth as I tapped my index finger on my lower lip. 'I need to wake her up. But how?' I thought. Biting her was definitely not a good idea since I was sure that the rocks had covered her for at least half a century. I shrugged. "Well, I will just drill a hole in her ear then," I muttered.

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