Twilight of a Hybrid, стр. 75
Valverno shook his head in disbelief and walked away from Geraldus, the man who raised him baby. Valverno couldn’t believe the fact he was raised by a White Knight for all Valverno’s life. He came to a halt before exhaling an angry sign and turned around.
“Let’s continue this talk someplace else. Now let’s head on out he...” Valverno saw a large whip-like subsistence of black water emerging from the cliffs. And whipped toward Marina.
“Lookout!” Valverno flew and pushed Marina out of the way. The whip of black liquid grabbed onto the hybrid’s leg. Valverno was pulled over the cliff with a massive weight to it. The whip was so heavy it made Valverno from his standing balance and pulled him over the cliffs.
“Vaeludar!” Marina called after getting up from being pushed by her husband.
“Valverno!” Sora shouted.
Both girls had shouted two different names the hybrid could go by, but they paid no attention to what the other had said; they paid more attention of Valverno getting a slip.
This force was powerful than Valverno couldn’t see through and saw being pulled over the edge, unlike the Leviathan being pushed over the edge. Valverno’s eyes had widened by this surprise as he slipped over the cliffs and fell toward the Pool of Shadows. He flapped his wings to fly away from the Pool, but the whip of what seemed to have been made from the Pool of Shadows was stronger than he was, much stronger.
The pull of the whip made Valverno growl louder as he strongly struggled against the momentum pull, but his strength was just no match against something a strong black liquid that mysteriously appeared from the Pool of Shadows.
Valverno looked in horror, as he was doused beneath the waves and sank into the black liquid of the Pool of Shadows.
A TWILIGHT RISES
Valverno found himself trapped in a vast place of darkness, from what his eyes could see. In this dark place, he couldn’t see or feel anything, just heavy waves of regular water swaying and swirling against his skin. Valverno couldn’t breathe at all; he felt himself suffocating somewhere in the Pool of Shadows. He no longer felt being pulled beneath the waves, but he did feel something else crawling up his mind.
He could near voices of angry and hateful people echoing all around him. Voices of cries and yells and shouts perming in his ears. Howls of crying kids and war shouts of soldiers rattled in Valverno’s muscles. His skin was pacing with a great anxiety of a great feeling of fear: death.
What would happen if I were to die now? Will I find out what happens to me after I die?
These questions spurred his confused and dazed his mind. Valverno could feel different emotions of negativity of humanity as well as his half-godly stamina running through his mortal body simultaneously. This was causing him to lose balance of control over his half mortal and half god life, and his soul (if he has one since he is half god, and his beliefs are gods don’t have souls) falling into a great disarray.
Then he felt himself drowning deeper into the depths of the blundering darkness and closing his eyes as he felt like there was no hope of surviving in the Pool of Shadows.
It felt like the Pool was a powerful god not wanting for the demigod hybrid to go back and stop Lusìvar.
Lusìvar!
When the name of the Shadow King came to Valverno, he reopened his eyes and saw the body of the Leviathan sinking deeper than the demigod was. Being a demigod, Valverno stretched out a wing, an arm, and an open mind.
The body of the Leviathan opened its torn eyes and started to move its mouth. It voice was being able to speak while underwater. “You don’t know why you were chosen? You don’t know what Lusìvar truly is or what I chose him to be, do you?”
Valverno’s eyes closed as his mind would listen to what the Leviathan had to say. It seemed there is something more to the Dark Lord than being a tyrant who ruled the lands for thousands of years.
“He is our Chosen One, unlike you were chosen by gods,” the Leviathan continued. “He is more than a Spirit of Shadow or a creature made by another creature from the beginning of the Second Generation of Living Life; he is a Titan!”
Valverno gasped suddenly but didn’t inhale any water into his nose.
“Yes, Lusìvar, and we, the Titans, chose him to be our Catalyst. Our deliver. Our prophet. Our Key into bringing back the Titans from their underworld, underground, underwater prison. We left him as an infant of an animal, to make sure the gods are deceived into thinking he was a creature young and cute to be spared. He is the one to bring the last seven Titans back to the Realm of the Living and to bring an eternal age darkness into the Third Generation.
“And you have been chosen by the gods to counterattack against our Key. The one to trap the Key in his own prison so we Titans wouldn’t be able to escape our imprisoned domain. But now, I have brought you with me in this infinite abyss of darkness. When a creature goes into the Pool of Shadows, they can never return to the World of Light. But even if they do escape, their bodies become corrupt and evil.
“If you escape, then you will become evil yourself. You’ll become a second version of Lusìvar. You’ll end up joining him more than you will be killing him. Face it, demigod; either way, you are have been defeated.
“As for me, I’ve lived my days as King of the Titan, and I’d never thought I would go down in the Pool of Shadows by a small group of bugs. But now, it seems