Alomitsu - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Tomb Hall

I entered this dark cave with a burning tree stick. It was extremely quiet, to the point that I couldn’t even hear other sounds. I could only hear the sound of myself stepping on gravel.

I thought there would be clues from my grandfather to the world and papers with the devil, which quickly disappointed me when I entered.

For a short distance inside, there were no bears, no other treasures, and no other objects were visible except the dark yellow rocks.

The burning tree stick shone with yellow light, which also illuminated the path for me. The paths in this cave were rugged and there were always countless forks.

Every time I entered a bifurcation point, I placed a few small rocks at the intersection so that I knew the direction when I went back.

As the cave deepened, my adventurous spirit was gradually wiped out by this silent cave. Moreover, the oil on the tree stick in my hand had already burned more than half which meant I had to go back soon.

Just as I was about to go back, a green light gleamed at a fork in the road ahead, which also attracted my attention.

My mind told me not to go there. If I lost the lighting of the flame here, I would be like Prometheus falling into the world, and the flame in my hand would be taken back by God.

However, I followed my own inner choices more, and my curiosity and the desire of becoming famous also won over my reason. Any adventure carried a certain degree of risk, and if I got the achievements from the adventure, then I would go down in history.

Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but swallow my saliva. I walked towards the fork in the road shining with green light. When I stepped into the fork, I was shocked by the sight in front of me and couldn’t speak. Under the cave, there was a huge stone fortress.

This megalithic fortress was formed by stones of the size of one meter, just like someone deliberately built it here. The first thing that came to mind was that it was definitely not made by man.

These stones did not conform to geometric rules. In conventional understanding, objects and stones were flat. The pasting would be more reliable, but this stone was composed of inverted triangles and hexagons, and there was no cement in the middle. They all had gaps, but they were firmly attached to each other.

I was very interested in history. I studied with archaeologists, and I could ascertain the age of some ancient objects, and the luster of these stones and the ancient atmosphere they exuded had a history of more than 300 years.

The stone that emitted green light, I could only call this thing a stone. It didn’t look like it was green agate. Instead, it looked like a product of non-human beings. To put it simply, it’s a product of agate and stone. The mixture was crystal clear, but there seemed to be a shadow in the stone.

I took the torch and looked at the stone to see clearly what the shadows inside the stone were, but there seemed to be a layer of fog blocking my vision. When I moved away from the stone, I could see the other side of the crystal clear stone.

Surprise and joy spread to my heart. I walked happily around the boulder fortress, and at the same time, I extinguished the flames of the tree stick, because the green light here was enough for me to see the surrounding scenery.

But as I walked about 30 meters around the megalithic fortress, evil and terrible images appeared on this irregular but cleverly crafted stone, as well as the words that were limited to imagination.

I had never seen these words before. They seemed so magical and so awesome. I stretched out my hand and stroked the words, but this clean-looking stone made me feel a handful of green mucus.

This mucus was exactly the same as the mucus in my grandfather’s cabin. I put my mucus-stained hands in front of my face, making it harder to restrain the ecstasy in my heart.

I might have discovered a New World, just like Columbus, because stones were cold substances. According to the laws of physics, they would not secrete other liquids, especially green fluorescent mucus.

Crack!

Just when I imagined myself being pushed onto the stage of history and exploration in my mind, my face changed. I was terrified, and my legs were trembling. No words could describe the objects that appeared in front of me, including any language that could not express the madness and abyss from the ancient times.

This thing went against all material, energy and scientific explanations, just like a hungry ghost from hell.

A pale and fluffy arm stretched out from the green stone, and I stood there watching in fear, because I was so scared that my legs would not obey my command. No, to be precise, it was my brain. Being in absolute fear made me unable to act.

Papa~Papa.

The green stone made a crisp sound of cracking egg shells, and green hairy arms stretched out from the boulder. They were slender and thin, and they were constantly waving like seaweed, as if they wanted to catch something.

Amidst this indescribable distortion of fear, I felt my eyes widened as I watched dozens or hundreds of slender arms stretch out from the upper end of the “Boulder Fortress”. The scene below made my body instinctively take out the gun.

The green gel-like liquid gushed out, like a human head without a face. The liquid was covered with these arms, and  I could feel that those arms are its hair. It wanted to grab and kill me. Me, an uninvited guest, interrupted its sleep for an unknown period of time.

Boom! The gunpowder went off, but the bulletI shot out was like a rock sinking into the sea, without any response.

Run! This thought flashed through my mind, and I was screaming at Jesus in my heart. In panic, I even forgot to pick up the tree stick and ran straight into the darkness outside. My heart had never beaten so fast, and I had never felt death so close to me before, the breath of death in my nose.

There was a huge vibration from behind, and I knew what it was.

I knew that thing was chasing me. I was like an ant, a poor worm being chased by an unknown ancient giant. It was because of my greed that all of this came to transpire in the first place, so I had no one to blame.

I couldn’t see anything while running in the dark. I crashed into the rocks nervously many times, but I knew very well that if I didn’t run, I would die. The green light behind me never disappeared. It followed me! It was waiting for me to be driven to a dead end.

I didn’t know how long this fear lasted in my heart. What was certain however was that this was the scariest moment in my life, and It wasn’t close.

Fortunately, after I ran for a while, the green light behind me disappeared, and I breathed out a sigh of relief. This also gave me time to breathe, as I tried my best to adjust my breathing, not wanting my heavy breathing to attract the terrible monster again.

My heart also fell into deep despair. In this complex underground cave, I was not sure where I was. I couldn’t tell east from west, and north from south. I also lost the illuminating tree stick.

I felt better when I felt the carrying bag wrapped around my waist. If I couldn’t figure something out, I would take off my clothes as burning material, as long as my oil was still there. I didn’t immediately ignite the light, but stood quietly on the spot, holding back the fear in my heart and listening to any sound in the darkness.

At this time, I heard small murmurs from the darkness, which resembled ancient Babylonian language and obscure spells pronounced by the Pharaoh of India.

“Woman?”

“Man?”

The words in the dark moved, sometimes like a man, other times like a woman, the voice was getting closer and closer to me. I slowly took out the gun from my carrying bag, despite being unsure if it would have any effect this time.

I knew that the musket was not necessarily useful for that terrible monster, but it was also my only life-saving tool, and when the monster appeared, it would inevitably carry a green and faint light, like a ghost fire in a grave.

I put gunpowder on the gun, which was considered to be the blessing of the goddess of victory. I then slowly squatted down, letting my breathing go softer.

The ancient and obscure voice in the dark became stronger and stronger, and the other party seemed to have discovered me, otherwise, how could they come to my direction.

The advent of words also brought the sound of human footsteps, which made me almost scream out of joy, but I did not. In this forest, besides me and my father, there was no one else.

I hope it’s my father, but I didn’t want it to be him. This underground cave was simply a habitat for ancient demons. I didn’t want my father to be harmed in any way.

So who was the “person” who recited the ancient words? Was he really human?

As I listened quietly, I found that the footsteps were not the orderly progress of human feet, not even the footsteps of animals such as bears and tigers.

There was no pattern, no order, but chaotic, like four pairs of feet walking. Mammals did not have four hands and feet, and this sound was like the sound of a hand slap on the ground. My breathing was also a little flustered by the weird “footsteps,” and my hand holding the flintlock was also sweaty.