Emperor's Reckoning

Chapter 1152 Golem City

As Lyon and the others traversed the portals to Sixth Hell, the oppressive aura that enveloped them surpassed anything Lyon had experienced before. It was as if the very fabric of the dimensions squeezed his meridians, creating an unsettling pressure that resonated within his core. Lyon, however, dismissed the discomfort with a casual click of his tongue, a testament to the resilience forged through his celestial and mortal experiences.

Liu, sensing his master's well-being, couldn't help but express concern. "Master, are you okay?" he inquired, his features etched with worry.

"It's okay, I'm fine," Lyon reassured him with a dismissive wave. "Just need to get used to it."

As the group continued their journey through the otherworldly portals, one of the golems spoke up, addressing Lyon as the Emperor Hero. "We are close," it declared, its words resonating with a sense of reverence and anticipation.

Cecile, ever the strategist, seized the opportunity to delve into the golems' existence. "After what happened, do you all still live hidden?" she queried, curiosity evident in her tone.

The golem nodded in affirmation. "Indeed, the hidden city of Golem is our sanctuary. Outsiders are, of course, welcome—if they can find us."

Cecile's laughter echoed through the otherworldly realm, a sound that resonated with both amusement and intrigue. The dynamics of this celestial journey unfolded with each step, weaving a tale that intertwined the mortal and the divine in a dance of cosmic significance. As they neared the enigmatic city of Golem, the mysteries of Sixth Hell beckoned, promising revelations that transcended the boundaries of the known.

Lyon ventured into the dense forest, a perplexing sight given the towering stature of the golems he had been following. The trees and foliage seemed incongruent with the massive beings, and as Lyon observed their entry into the deeper part of the forest, a peculiar phenomenon unfolded. It appeared as though an invisible barrier, akin to undulating water, engulfed the golems, causing them to vanish from sight.

"Illusion...?" Lyon mused aloud, his furrowed brows reflecting both curiosity and suspicion.

"To mask the cover," Cecile explained with a knowing smile. She gracefully walked past Lyon and entered the forest, followed by Selena, Liu, Karina, and Kesya. Lyon, though momentarily hesitant, cast aside his uncertainties. With a determined expression, he strode forward and crossed the threshold into the concealed depths of the forest.

The transition from the outer layer to the concealed interior was seamless, and Lyon found himself surrounded by a surreal landscape.

As Lyon ventured deeper into Golem City, he found himself immersed in a realm that transcended the mundane. The sight that greeted him was an expansive steppe, stretching far and wide with a vibrancy that only nature in its most pristine form could muster. The grass beneath his feet felt lush and velvety, yielding slightly to his weight as he took each step. The air carried a crisp, invigorating scent, infused with the fragrance of unknown blossoms that bloomed in vibrant hues, painting the landscape with an array of colors.

The sounds of harmonious melodies filled the air, as if the very essence of Golem City resonated with a symphony composed by nature itself. The gentle rustle of leaves, the distant murmur of a crystalline stream, and the ethereal hum of arcane energies blended into a harmonious composition that serenaded Lyon's senses. The occasional laughter and chatter of the golems, as if whispering secrets to the winds, added a touch of liveliness to the serene ambiance.

Lyon's touch was met with the cool breeze that brushed against his skin, carrying with it a sense of tranquility and wonder. The taste of the air was clean and invigorating, leaving a hint of sweetness that lingered on his palate. The visual feast continued to unfold before him, revealing architectural marvels that seamlessly integrated with the natural beauty of Golem City.

The pièce de résistance, a giant statue at the heart of the city, stood tall and proud. It towered over every other structure, a testament to the craftsmanship and artistry of the golems.

The monumental statue at the heart of Golem City rose to majestic heights, a masterpiece carved from the very soul of the earth. The sculpted figure, standing proudly amidst the breathtaking landscape, commanded attention and admiration. Its pristine form emanated an aura of timelessness as if the essence of an ancient deity had been breathed into the stone.

The statue depicted a shirtless man, his chiseled physique a testament to strength and resilience. Every sinew, every muscle, was meticulously crafted with an artisan's precision, creating a lifelike representation that seemed ready to step out of the stone and into the realm of the living. The stone itself seemed to ripple with the illusion of movement, capturing the essence of dynamic energy frozen in time.

The figure's arms were crossed in an attitude of confidence, the sculpted smirk on its face revealing a subtle wisdom and a touch of mischievousness. Long, flowing hair cascaded over the shoulders like a cascade of liquid obsidian, each strand intricately detailed, catching the imaginary breeze that danced through the tranquil city. The gaze of the statue bore a knowing look, as if the stone eyes held the secrets of the universe, silently inviting all who beheld it to unravel the mysteries within.

The figure's attire was adorned with an array of meticulously carved runes and glyphs, each symbol telling a story of ancient wisdom and arcane power. The pants, embellished with intricate patterns, seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly glow when touched by the gentle rays of the sun, lending an ethereal quality to the overall visage.

As Lyon stood before this colossal masterpiece, he couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence and awe. The statue wasn't merely a work of art; it was a manifestation of the golems' profound connection to the earth and their unwavering dedication to craftsmanship. It stood as a sentinel, a silent guardian, overseeing the vibrant cityscape that thrived under its watchful gaze. At that moment, Lyon couldn't help but appreciate the boundless beauty and artistry that Golem City had to offer, encapsulated in the breathtaking sculpture that graced its center.

Lyon gulped seeing the statue, ( Is that... me...? ) he said inwardly, noticing the signature state.

"Welcome, to Golem City," said the golems.

Golem City stood in majestic silence, and the revelation of the illusion's creator hung in the air like a whispered secret. Cecile's inquiry had unveiled a surprising truth—the golems themselves weren't the architects of the mesmerizing illusion that concealed their sanctuary. As Minx, the mischievous spirit, revealed his insight, the golems' response added a layer of mystery to the revelation.

"We actually can't," the golems admitted, their voices resonating through the open space. Cecile's quizzical expression mirrored the shared curiosity of Selena, Karina, Liu, Kesya, and Lyon. Minx, ever the playful sprite, interjected with a commendation and a touch of playful critique.

"Hmm?" Cecile raised an eyebrow, her sharp mind attempting to dissect the puzzle. "Then... who did you owe the service to?"

The answer, like a breeze carrying whispers of a forgotten melody, escaped the lips of the golems. "The great Harvestasya."

A collective murmur of surprise and recognition swept through the assembled group. Selena's eyes widened, Karina tilted her head in contemplation, Liu furrowed his brows in an attempt to recall, Kesya's gaze held a glimmer of intrigue, and Cecile's analytical mind worked to connect the dots. Yet, it was Lyon who, despite a momentary lapse, felt the resonance of familiarity with the name.

"Harvestasya," Lyon muttered, the syllables of the name a key to unlock a door to the past. The name echoed through the corridors of his memories, a resonance that hinted at a connection long buried beneath the layers of time.

The scene shifted as Lyon's contemplative gaze wandered, seeking to breach the walls that guarded the memories of Harvestasya. In his mind's eye, the image of a younger Lyon emerged, surrounded by a group of eager, aspiring individuals—Harvestasya among them. The flashback played like a vivid painting, capturing moments of shared laughter, earnest learning, and the indomitable spirit of adventure that bound them together.

Harvestasya, with her distinct features and vibrant personality, occupied a cherished space in Lyon's past. Her affinity for illusions and the arts of magic had left an indelible mark on the budding adventurers. Lyon, the seasoned mentor, had fostered a bond with Harvestasya and the others, guiding them through the trials of the adventurous life.

As Lyon navigated the corridors of memory, the image of Harvestasya began to crystallize—a young woman with a spark in her eyes and an insatiable curiosity. The echo of her laughter resonated through the years, a testament to the camaraderie that once defined their shared pursuit of knowledge and mastery.

"Harvestasya..." Lyon whispered, a smile hung on his lips as the past and present intertwined. The forgotten memories now recovered for a fraction, painted a portrait of a talented student who had left an indelible mark on Golem City.

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