First Stygian Diviner:Apocalypse

Isiah's heart sank as he gazed around the desolate factory before him. The old man had promised him that his companions would be waiting for him at this very spot, yet there was no sign of them anywhere. 

Doubt crept into his mind, and he wondered if the old man had deceived him. Isiah's frustration boiled over, and he cursed under his breath as he berated the old man for leading him on a wild goose chase.

Just as he was about to leave, a faint energy caught his attention. It was so far away that he almost missed it, but it was undeniably divine in nature. 

Isiah paused in his tracks and concentrated with all his might, trying to discern the source of the energy. After a moment of intense focus, he realized with a start that it was coming from this very place.

A sense of awe washed over him as he realized the significance of what he had discovered. His companions were indeed here, but they were hidden from plain sight, cloaked by some powerful enchantment.

 He muttered under his breath, "This doesn't make any sense."

As he searched the area, an idea began to form in his mind. He remembered reading about delusion magic - a powerful and tricky form of magic that could deceive the senses and create illusions. 

'Could these people hide his companions by using such magic to conceal them? It seemed possible, especially if they had enough magical prowess'.

'Or perhaps', Isiah thought, they were here but not on the same level. He remembered the anti-leveling people who had made their home on Delwias Island, a place underground. 

Isiah felt a surge of determination as he considered these possibilities. He would not give up on his friends so easily. He would search every inch of this place, and if he had to, he would use his own magic to uncover the truth.

" I am so sure of it right now, they definitely hid them here but in a different level " isiah said .

Undeterred, he focused all his attention on tracking the flow of energy he had sensed earlier. It was a faint signal, but he knew it was there. He traversed the barren landscape with steely determination, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of his companions. He was resolute in his belief that they were here, somewhere, and he would not stop until he found them.

As he got deeper to the underground of the abandoned factory in the middle of nowhere, Isiah felt a sense of excitement. He could feel the energy pulsing within the old building, beckoning him closer. With caution and deliberation, he made his way inside.

The air was thick with dust, and the silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of Isiah's footsteps echoing off the walls. 

After what seemed like an eternity of searching, Isiah's heart leapt with joy as he caught a faint glimmer of light in the distance. He moved towards it with a renewed sense of purpose, his steps quickening with anticipation.

As he approached the source of the light, it grew brighter, revealing a big door .

" Of course, I wouldn't expect anything less than this , I would be very disappointed if they didn't even try to hide " 

Isiah didn't waste a moment once he discovered the entrance to the hidden place. With Eijar still slumbering on his neck, he hurried towards the entrance, breaking the spell that had protected it. 

The fact that Eijar was still asleep proved to be a great advantage, allowing him to move faster without worrying about her slowing him down.

The descent to the underground facility was steep and disorienting, and Isaiah couldn't help but wonder how such a place could exist. 

The facility had a sophisticated system to distribute air, and the construction was modern, akin to something one would find on Earth. The more he explored, the more curious he became about the place.

Despite the strangeness of the surroundings, Isiah remained focused on his mission. He moved swiftly towards the first room he saw, his senses alert to any sign of danger.

As he entered the room, Isiah was struck by the sheer magnitude of what he saw. The room was cavernous, with rows of towering machines lining the walls. 

The machines were unlike anything he had ever seen before, their intricate designs and complex mechanisms a testament to the incredible intelligence that had gone into their creation.

Isiah moved closer to one of the machines, his eyes tracing the intricate patterns etched into its surface.

He was amazed at the level of detail and precision, each component working in perfect harmony with the others to achieve a specific function.

As he continued to explore the room, Isiah couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and awe. He had always been fascinated by the workings of magic, but this place seemed to defy all known laws of nature.

Despite his amazement, Isiah remained vigilant, knowing that danger could be lurking around any corner. He moved cautiously, his senses honed to detect any signs of threat.

As Isiah entered the room, he was immediately greeted by the angry shouts of several people. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" they demanded.

Without hesitation, Isiah moved into action. He swiftly eliminated all but one of the assailants, leaving the last one alive for questioning.

As he sat in a nearby chair, he couldn't help but notice the array of screens that lined the walls. 

It became apparent that the room was being monitored by a vast network of cameras, yet the individuals he had just eliminated were too distracted to notice his arrival.

They were too busy betting on something. 

Isiah surveyed the room, taking in the various machines and equipment scattered throughout the space.

The technology on display was unlike anything he had ever seen beforein Emperium, a testament to the incredible intelligence and ingenuity of those who had created it.

Despite the impressive display of technology, Isiah remained vigilant. He knew that danger could be lurking around every corner, and he remained on high alert, his senses alert for any sign of threat.

As he rested in the chair, Iaiah couldn't help but wonder about the people who had been monitoring the facility.

Who were they, and what were they betting on? The questions nagged at him, stirring a sense of curiosity and intrigue.

" You better start talking !"