Building An Empire Starting From The Labor Camp In Exile-Chapter 324: Two Realms I

The White Demon assured them that there was nothing of such, and then he stepped back into the door and waved at them to hurry along.

Atrox took a deep breath and then he walked towards the door, entering without hesitation. The others followed right behind him.

The first thing that Atrox noticed was the air. It was heavier and it seemed to drag on the nose. Then he looked around where he was and realized that he was in a study.

"This is your place?" Atrox asked and turned towards the White Demon.

The White Demon had changed, not physically, but there was a quality to him that was not there before. He looked more present, as if his image had finally been solidified.

"Yes. I love to write down my thoughts in my spare time and read when I can. I am a scholar of sorts. This is also my refuge, a way to run from my responsibilities."

Atrox looked at him curiously and then at the medium-sized study. It was not something he would associate with Demons. Maybe his idea of Demons was totally off because he did not truly know much about them.

"Come, let us finish this quickly. I will take you to your territory."

The White Demon raised his hand and then yanked it down sharply. The room twisted and everything with it seemed to blur, things melted into each other, and Atrox closed his eyes reflexively.

When he opened his eyes, he was standing on a mountain, a white mountain that seemed to shine with a white luster. Below him spread a city.

One word to describe it was white magnificent. A white, silver brilliance seemed to cover everything. The buildings were made of tall towers and small sprawling ones.

And it was bustling, even though it was night.

Wait.

Atrox looked up at the sky, but there was no sky. No stars. No moon. Only darkness, emptiness that seemed to draw the eye.

Atrox felt dizzy and he swayed. Even Eryndor was affected, but it was small.

Only Tiber had such a reaction. His eyes widened and his mouth opened in horror. The horror twisted his face and urgent fear crawled into his face. "Th... what is this? Something terrible is in there! A nightmare that will devour and devour. It is slumbering, but it is walking."

The White Demon turned to him sharply and his eyes narrowed. "Oh? You can feel it? Well, I am not surprised. It has the same nightmare power as you."

Tiber shuddered, and Atrox could not help his curiosity. "What is there?"

The White Demon looked at the sky sadly. "The dream eater. The Primordial Nightmare. The star eater. It was the thing that ate our sky and left us in eternal darkness."

"Ate the sky?" Atrox asked in surprise. Such a thing was possible?

The White Demon snorted, his white fire hair snapping like lightning. "Yes. But now it is sleeping. Once it wakes, the war will start again."

Tiber shuddered. "It must not. Its dreams... they are terrible."

The White Demon smiled, his eyes on Tiber. "You have a higher understanding of the Nightmare powers than you should have with your rank.

"And you are right. Its dreams are horrible. Sometimes they spill over into our realm and cause such devastating destruction. It is worse than your Rift break. It is a tide of ever waves of monsters that can destroy a city in five minutes."

The White Demon’s tone was sad as he said that, and Atrox realized that everyone, every realm, has their own share of troubles and problems.

"Maybe one day, when you reach a sufficient rank, I will borrow you to look into the dream of the Primordial."

Tiber shuddered and flinched. "That is something no human should look into."

"You are no human," the White Demon said. Then he smiled again. "Let me take you to your territory. I will show you some of mine, everywhere marked with white that tasted like ever-burning fire is mine."

Then he crouched and placed his palm flat on the mountain. He whispered some words that others could not hear. The mountain shuddered, the ground shivered and shifted.

Atrox and the others moved to catch their balance, and then something began to overlap with the mountain. It twisted and changed underneath him, and in just a blink of an eye, they were not standing atop a mountain anymore.

They were standing on a large monster-like animal. It was as big as the mountain, its head was like that of an eagle, but its four limbs were like those of a lizard.

Its feathers were white fire, flickering in the air.

"Wow," Atrox said. They were flying far in the air, the cities spread below them like glowing stones. Atrox realized then that what he saw earlier was not just white fire. It was the very light that lit up the world.

Where there was no city, what stood there was impenetrable darkness.

Atrox turned to the White Demon. "Your power is the light of this place."

"Correct, Atrox of the Eternal Pyre. To hold a title, you must have the power to light up your territory. I have so many cities that I cannot name them all, and they all carry my light."

Atrox shook his head at the casual power. The Demon realm was a much crueler place than he expected. "And what is in that darkness? Where there was no light?" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"The dream of the Primordial. It is somewhere you do not want to be caught in, places where dreams spilled over. Madness."

Atrox took the warning seriously. After all, it was a warning that came from someone as powerful as the White Demon.

But something still bothered him. "If I... he was a Lord. How was he able to light up his territory?"

The White Demon turned to him in surprise. "You really did not know."

Tiber was listening intently, while Eryndor was looking in confusion at the conversation. What were they talking about? Who were they talking about?

Atrox shook his head. "I know he was an Arcane Wizard."

The White Demon laughed. "That word means nothing to you. The Arcane Wizard is a rank, but oh well! I will tell you how he lit up his territory."