Chapter 398. The Great Leader I

Seven Sins System Chapter 398. The Great Leader I

The elevator doors slid open, exposing another room. The space was nothing like the dingy basement we had descended from.

Instead, it exuded an air of opulence and grandeur, with polished marble floors and intricately carved furnishings.

The masked figures brought us out of the elevator. As they walked along the corridor, my attention was drawn to the paintings adorning the walls.

Unlike Red’s painting in the academy, these paintings were of a different caliber altogether. The canvas depicted scenes from the war that had ravaged the land three hundred years ago. But instead of focusing solely on me as the lord of wrath, these paintings portrayed the domination of demons and the suffering of mortals at their hands. They depicted the intimidation and terror inflicted upon the mortal realm, as well as the desperate pleas of mortals for mercy.

One painting depicted mortals who had turned to me, the devil, for salvation.

One painting really grabbed my attention. It showed a scene that reminded me of the Ancient One with a bunch of tentacles writhing all around it. The details were kinda hard to make out, like it was all hidden in shadows.

I longed to examine the painting more closely. But alas, they kept a brisk pace, leading us further down the corridor.

‘So what Dad said is true. The ancient demon once appeared in the mortal realm and wreaked havoc here,’ I thought to myself. And it seemed they guessed the ancient demon was me.

‘Well, at least that explains why the cult chose to worship me rather than other lords of sin or even Dad,’ I thought with a hint of pride. It was strange to feel proud of something so dark and sinister, but the idea that I was being revered for my power and influence was undeniably appealing.

After passing through the long corridor, we finally arrived at a large room. The room seemed to stretch on endlessly, with high ceilings that disappeared into darkness.

At the end of the room, a large curtain hung, dividing the space like a partition. It was thick and opaque, preventing anyone from seeing what lay beyond. Strange sounds emanated from behind the curtain, a train of groans, moans, and roaring breaths.

The floors were made of polished marble. The elegant furnishings and intricate decorations spoke of wealth and luxury.

I scanned the room and noticed some magical formations. Some were disguised as paintings. These formations were diverse and complex, serving a specific purpose in protecting the room and its occupants.

I recognized some of the formations from my knowledge of dark magic, symbols of warding and protection that were meant to deter intruders and thwart unwanted spells. It was clear that whoever had designed this room had gone to great lengths to ensure its security.

‘Barrier, fire, freeze, Mana drain, gravity,’ I thought, mentally listing the high-level spells around me. It was like being in the middle of a magical maelstrom, with spells flying left and right.

But for me and Puriel, it was child's play. Our powers far surpassed those of mere mortals, and a single Dispel skill was all it took to deflect the onslaught of magic. These were spells that could level cities and topple empires, yet here they were being used against me with little effect.

But what struck me the most was the rarity of these spells in modern times. Back in the day, they were a staple of any mage's arsenal, taught in battle academies, and studied in libraries across the land. Yet now, they seemed to have fallen out of favor.

I couldn't help but wonder why. Perhaps it was a matter of practicality, with newer, more efficient spells taking their place. Or maybe it was a deliberate choice, a way to control the flow of power and prevent it from falling into the wrong hands. Whatever the reason, it was clear that these spells were no longer common knowledge.

The guards put us on a large table made of marble. It was an imposing sight, large enough to accommodate several people at once, yet cold and uninviting. There was a meter distance between me and Puriel. It was as if they were deliberately keeping us apart.

I felt the cool touch of the marble against my skin. The guards positioned themselves around the table, their watchful eyes never leaving us for a moment. It was clear that we were not to move or speak unless instructed to do so.

Not only that, my nose could detect a peculiar scent lingering in the room, a delicate blend of herbs and flowers that wafted through the air. It was an unusual fragrance.

At first, I thought it was simply a pleasant perfume or air freshener, but I began to detect something more sinister lurking beneath the surface. There was a faint hint of something earthy and organic, a scent that stirred memories of ancient rituals and forbidden magic.

It was then that I realized the true nature of the fragrance. It was not simply a pleasant aroma meant to mask the sterile environment of the room. No, it was something far more insidious. It was the scent of a plant from the mortal realm, one that was known for its hallucinogenic properties.

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