Chapter 646 The Depths of The Underverse


    ??Near the fifth year, the eyes of the Clone opened as the ind he was residing on shook and began to fall.


    The enormous pressure arising from below the floating inds had reduced and as a result, the numerous floating inds began to fall deeper into the darkness below.


    During the time of his waiting the Clone had removed the helm from his armor and it was immediately noticeable that his appearance had changed and he no longer resembled the beautiful features of Rowan instead he appeared like a hardened warrior in his fifties.


    The clone had slowly been changing his facial features over the years, as he had a habit of taking one of the humanoid traits of any of the targets that gave him the most trouble while he was in this ce. Although with his high perception, he had managed to make his face appear distinctively pleasant, nothing of his features would connect Rowan to him.


    His salt and pepper hair was vividly colorful and his eyes especially were striking, as it seemed to be filled with countlesss made from blood.


    Rousing the Children of Ruin from their slumber, the Berserker Clone left his hidden alcove and moved toward the edge of his floating ind where he looked around.


    With gravity now exerting its influence back on these inds, a hugemotion erupted as thousands of inds began to fall deeper into the darkness. Some of these inds were as small as a few hundred feet across, while others were asrge as a hundred miles across.


    Those small inds after falling for a while with the rest were soon pushed upwards or could no longer fall deeper and began to hover because their weight was too light and the pressure arising from below got stronger the lower you proceeded.


    After nearly sixteen years inside the Underverse, the eyes of the Berserker Clone had adapted to the darkness over time; he slowly changed theposition of his eyes to mimic those of the Children of Ruin until he was able to pierce through the darkness of this ce.


    It was the reason the current appearance of his eyes was so strange, he had pulled in certain techniques from the Children of Ruin and had slowly begun to evolve his abilities. If he had a few thousand years he might create something entirely new from the powers he was imitating.


    For now, it was enough that he could see thousands of floating inds as they fell. A new crisis soon emerged as no longer supported by the rising pressure from beneath, the falling inds began to crash into each other.


    He soon realized he would have to move to another bigger ind, for although the inds were resistant to the pressure arising from below when they crashed into each other, the force from their collision usually caused the smaller inds to shatter into pieces, which led to a reduction in their weight and they were pushed upwards.


    The Berserker Clone regretted not finding a muchrger ind to settle before now, he could only be focused and anticipate any new changes that would be happening.


    His ind was a medium sized ind, and he watched in rapt attention. He would be safe for a while but he needed to escape when this ind became too small due to the constant pandemonium urring.


    For the next four hours, the Berserker Clone had to avoid being caught unprepared in a broken ind, as his medium-sized ind was crushed a while back and he had nearly been flung away from this ce alongside the crushed ind by the rising pressure despite his alertness.


    With the seven Children of Ruin, they hopped, skipped, and jumped across multiple inds, for flying was almost impossible here and was most assuredly a death sentence if they tried. The inds were resistant to the riding pressure but their bodies were not, even the bodies of the Children of Ruin would be torn to pieces in a short while if they remained outside the influence of the inds for too long.


    They had nearly been separated several times and escaped death many times over until the chaos drastically reduced as soon the inds were reduced to a few dozen all of which were hundreds of miles in size, and with their weight, the descent speeds were consistent, not as fast as a free fall, but enough that the Berserker Clone had to dematerialize his cape to avoid being dragged into space.


    The Berserker Clone frowned a bit, there was something strange about these remaining inds that struck him as odd, but he could not quite ce his fingers on it yet, for he was still very focused on the sensation of the Primordial Record pages down below.


    The closer he came to the page, the more he could urately ce the Primordial Record page''s position, and he took the risk to maneuver his way to the ind that was almost directly over the page and he waited for it to get lower.l, his journey was nearing its end.


    The lower they fell, the stranger this space became, and a weird sort of silence and peace descended on the falling inds, a stark contrast from the previousmotion.


    In this silence, the Clone could not help but wonder where he would end up in the material universe if he decided to pierce through this area. They were now so deep in the Underverse, that he would most likely appear near the edges of the Material Universe. What sort of a sight would he find there? Was it possible that if he reached deep enough he might find a way to leave the universe entirely?


    Shaking his head, the clone dispersed those thoughts, the longer he stayed away from his Creator, the harder to marshal these unnecessary ideas from filling his mind. He was changing… This worried him. Yet at his core, he knew the reason for his existence; find the page of the Primordial Record and deliver it to Rowan.


    Alerted by the Children of Ruin, the Clone went towards the edge of the ind and looked below, it took a while before he noticed what the Children of Ruin had informed him about, and he nearly gaped at the sight.


    At the depths of the Underverse, in this realm of endless darkness there were bright lights.