I am an Eldritch Entity

More black smoke seeped from the fifth room, but this time, it didn't occupy the entire vast hall before beginning to converge.

As soon as enough black smoke exited the fifth room, it would quickly converge and embed themselves on the fifth door.

The difference from last time?

The current ones weren't forming a rune.

All the new additions, be it a straight line, curve, or even a dot, they all stuck themselves above the complex rune which was still shining brightly.

As more and more batches of concrete black smoke began embedding themself on the fifth door above the big rune, one could faintly decipher that their compilation resulted in a strange word.

It wasn't a language recorded in the Human Federation.

It had been more than two hundred years since the manifestation of four energies and the increase of Cosmic Limit.

In the current time period, the Human Federation ruled supreme with everyone under its rule.

But before this era, various countries each ruled differently with different sets of rules and regulations for the people who lived within their borders.

By extension, it also meant that the language, accents, cultures and even clothing style of the people mostly varied from country to country.

The Human Federation had kept track of all of them and recorded them in their database.

But even if one compared with all of those languages, the one being written on the fifth door was none of them.

If one were to pay attention though, they would notice that this language, and the one written on the four pillars of Mind Palace were the same ones.

Gradually, more black smoke embedded itself above the complex rune, before it began the same process below it.

Above the complex rune, where the word had already been completed, a small symbol was formed.

It was of a scale, with one hand pointing to an object on one end of the scale.

Anyone who had heard of the one line revered appellation - 'The Hand That Tilts The Scales.' would quickly be able to connect the dots.

Below the complex rune, another word was gradually being formed through continuous convergence of black smoke.

Suddenly, the first room in the distance began glowing brightly.

The Sovereign's Cloak, which was in the process of recovering so that Eryndor could once again call upon it, began fluttering violently as if a strong gust of wind was blowing past it.

The Cloak glowed bright golden before receding to its previous state.

Subsequently, a symbol of Cloak which resembled the Sovereign's Cloak was formed in front of the word embedded below the complex rune.

*****

In the outside world, as soon as Daoisto felt uneasy from the sudden flash of light which even managed to momentarily blind him, he retreated immediately,

Nothing happened.

True, Eryndor was still closing the distance between them, but nothing extraordinary happened which warranted his raised guard.

But this feeling of unease remains.

What is happening?

Daoisto didn't think there was anything worthy of truly threatening him in this secret realm, or even on this planet for that matter.

Even if there was, this was merely a clone, although it would damage his main body, it wouldn't be anything noteworthy. He could recover given enough time.

As thoughts kept popping up in his mind, he kept a safe distance from Eryndor, who was launching attacks threatening enough purely through the power of Telekinesis.

These damned eldritchs. Lucky bastards.

He was envious of the Telekinesis and the Cognitive Scrying, but he knew he could never truly get those.

As for the fact that he fixed Morris' memories? That was simply because of a Mystical Artifact that he had. He himself possessed no such capabilities.

Daoisto didn't wait though, although it would be a long journey, he kept retreating towards the abyss as he fended off against Eryndor.

As someone who had climbed to his current position, Daoisto wasn't one to just disregard a warning of his instincts.

If he felt uneasy then he would promptly retreat. As for his investment over the years? He could only regrettably forgo it.

It didn't matter if he failed to kill Eryndor. This eldritch, his fate was already doomed long ago.

Daoisto continued using his level four Amplification to fend off Eryndor's attacks, not caring what happened to the secret realm.

As for Eryndor's current condition, it wasn't like the last time when the black smoke had escaped from the Mind Palace and dissolved in his 'being', attempting to erase his identity by overriding it.

This time, he was purely consumed by Hunger, with no threat to his identity. He had simply lost rationality, acting on instincts.

Naturally, the Mind Palace followed those instincts as well.

*****

Contrary to what everyone thought, it wasn't easy for him to use his ability.

But it's given, I've simply used it with such ease after all.

Sol thought as he blocked another attack of the man he had begun to call his friend since the past few months.

Obviously, it was no longer the case now. Morris turned out to be one who very much wanted him dead.

I still don't know why he would want to kill me. Did he go insane in this secret realm? Did some anomaly invade his mind?

But he has already gone through numerous checks by the Federation and also got psychological counseling by top experts. Could the anomaly or whoever it was that influenced Morris, be able to hide from all of that?

Or was it really Morris' own wish?

But why? I had no connection to him.

Sol thought as he parried another blow, this one far weaker than the previous one.

Everyone thought that he simply needed to look at the attack, or sense it, and 'think' of defending against it for whatever item he was targeting to gain the property of defending against the attack.

No.

He had to accurately gauge what kind of attack it was to grant the item the ability to defend against it.

If he incorrectly guessed a lightning type attack to be a water oriented one, his shield would be ineffective against the attack.

Suddenly, everyone present a loud scream.