It was a lot to take in all at once.
But being called by a freaking Tower was the top of it all.
A few minutes ago…
While the ladies trekked in front, Northern moved slowly behind them.
The thickness of the sand fog was blinding but not exactly for him.
Perhaps, that just meant he was getting to discover more things about his eyes than he thought.
And after what had happened while he was extensively using Chaos, he could see better.
His vision was sharper and more accurate; it was like it went ten times better than it used to be.
His scope of vision went farther and wider, the ratio to which he could also process the information seen also skyrocketed.
And not only that, now… it seemed he could even see 360 degrees.
Surely it was a strange phenomenon.
But Northern was sure about what he felt—he didn’t need to turn his head to look at his back.
What he knew was that, at a point while deliberating using the [Unseeing Eyes] to guide himself, and he wanted to check back.
Instead of instinctively looking back, his polycoria eyes moved, dividing two eyeballs to function each on their own in each eye.
The two of them moved towards the corner of his eyes—towards his ears—and expanded his vision more than he expected.
It was like both of his vision on both eyes turned around to converge right in the back of his head, without even needing to turn his head.
Not only that, Northern tried a few things as he walked.
Not only could he just see… he could divide his eyes into four compartments views to see four different things at the same time.
It was a lot to take in, especially the processing of information, proved tasking on his brain but he was sure that with time, if he made a meaningful use of this new ability, this wouldn’t rather be a problem.
The amazing and strange changes in his eyes however caused him to check their information again on his profile.
Name: Northern Longguard
True Name: [Nameless]
Attributes: [Formless], [Spawn of Void], [Limitless Void], [Vestige of Chaos and Void], [Chaos Eyes], [Chaos Thread], [Flames of Chaos]
Soul Rank: [Drifter]
Void Summons: [1/100]
Talent Fragments: [288/2000]
[Copied Talents]: [1/2]
[Owned Talents]: [1]
[Attribute Abilities (Active/Passive)]: [9/10]
[Owned Items]: [Mortal Blade], [Eternal Twilight], [Silver Sword], [Death Glare] and 5 others.
Void Summons: [1/100]
Name: [Chaos Eyes]
Rank: [Abyssal]
Description: [Your eyes have peered into the ligatures of Chaos, you have seen their structures, your hands have handed and weaved them in your interest… starting with your eyes, your entirety is beginning to conform to the will of Chaos. You harbor darkness and destruction]
More information: [All Passive and Active abilities have been seared into the essence of the eyes, they are the foundation on which Chaos Eyes operate and are not worthy enough to be singularized as an ability of their own]
[Continue to tread the path of Chaos and perhaps, your bond with darkness and destruction would open a truly worthy ability of Chaos Eyes for you]
Somehow Northern couldn’t tell if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
At least with the description he saw, he could tell that something had happened to his eyes and perhaps a good thing to boot.
However, the extra note sounded more like an insult than extra information.
He sighed and dismissed the panel.
At least now, he knew his eyes were better.
And so, to check if truly something had happened to the [Unseeing Eyes] Northern needed to once again use it in particular.
However, what unveiled before his vision was something entirely different.
They were streams of blue, but instead of like thread-like weaves, they carried an orange-like hue within their depth and were like those…ligatures.
Only that now, there was no darkness, it was like they were flowing in this reality.
Sparkling with a blue and orange glow and casting forth an ethereal beauty before Northern’s eyes.
Each ligature was like a burning line, on a blurring race to its source, with a caricature of colors that beautified his surroundings in a radiance of azure and coral.
And then suddenly, a particular line of ligature singled out, flowing in a darkish purple stream, very distinct from the rest.
Even though the fog shrouded his sight, he could make out the source of the stream, his eyes zoomed in on it with little to no effort, causing his pupils to magnificently dilate.
And there it was, the entrance of the Tower, the purple stream of ligature was coming from the Tower.
And silently beckoning on him, blinking brightly and dimming again with a subtle but disturbing humming sound.
Northern curiously followed it, till he walked out of the fog and ended at the entrance of the Tower.
The Tower’s door… there didn’t look like there was a door there at all.
It didn’t look like there was an entrance.
But following this particular stream of ligature, it was coming directly from within the Tower.
Something was definitely there that was somehow related to it.
Not to say, there was this disturbing feeling in his soul… Northern couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly but he also couldn’t disregard it.
So by all costs, he just had to see what it was that was beckoning unto him.
Then his hand slowly scurried along the surface of the Tower, slowly tracing towards that point where the ligature entered directly.
And when it got to that point, Northern felt a vast amount of Void essence sap out of him before he could even stop it from happening.
It was like something just sucked them out.
He was still worried, when he began to hear an eerie creak.
Slowly, a line split the wall of the Tower from that point he had touched and formed a rectangular frame out, breaking forth dust and sand.
As if the doors of the Tower were being crafted in that very moment.
And slowly it opened up to Northern.
Curious and inquisitive of what exactly this was, Northern took slow and steady steps into the darkness of the Tower.