[CH598+ Continued] Dungeon Diver: Stealing A Monster's Power

"So, they still know that name this far out? Interesting..."

Ember looks at me with a pondering gaze, then continues.

"I've already told you who I am in this conversation. My comments about the source should have explained everything. So, it seems all I can say is what you know up to this point. Yes, the throne is an artifact created by one of the divine beasts, used mostly for the ascension of demons to bring them to the next realm, the green core state."

Ember waits, and I nod in reply.

"Yes, I'm aware of this fact."

He grins.

"Good. And I'm sure you're aware there's a disparity between the simple silver threads in the throne and the golden light in my core. All I can say is there's a step above, and I wouldn't be down here if I hadn't—"

The golden light blinds my senses again, but I'm satisfied that my thoughts about the throne have been confirmed as true. I won't be able to ask him more about this name, but I can still learn more.

"So, the divine beast, are they on this world? Or in the demonic realm? It's one of those overseers like the Lich King, right?"

Ember nods, and a ripple of sadness comes from him again as he realizes I don't remember the second half of his statement. But he replies.

"They are definitely not on this world, nor are they in the demonic realm. I don't know the creator's identity for certain; they might be affiliated with the 5 great families you speak of. But an artifact of this magnitude cannot be crafted by a mere reincarnation of a divine beast. It is certainly one that is still alive and at the peak of its power."

He turns in the direction of the black tower, thousands of kilometers away, then looks back at me, his gaze deep.

"That is a problem for another day. This is an artifact crafted for descendants to easily conquer many worlds. You have to focus on the one world we're trying to save right now."

I stay silent and nod, coming back down to reality and looking at the situation at hand.

"Alright, speaking of artifacts, one last question then..."

I point to the black cube that slowly rotates around me as its center of gravity.

"You called this an amplifier. How can I make use of it? Ever since I walked into its tomb, it hasn't said a word to me..."

Ember chuckles.

"Really? An amplifier that can hold a conversation? It must be a strong one. What was its desire?"

I think for a moment.

"It watched many of its people leave this world behind. I believe its desire was to save humanity."

Ember nods, staring off toward the throne again, then back to me.

"That's a pretty good one. But I'm as in the dark as you are on what powers it might grant. It will activate once it's necessary—or maybe not at all. What you witnessed while meeting it may have been the last of its power. Again, amplifiers are all unique, especially ones from the originators era, there's nothing you can do now but wait and see."

I touch the cube as it comes my way, and it bounces back, changing its orbital direction without making a sound. Then, I turn to Abby and float backward.

"Well, I guess that's that. Ember is right. It's time you two practice and get used to your new levels of power. We don't have much time left."

I back up, and both of them hover in the air, exchanging words for a few seconds before Abby pulls out her two blood-bonded daggers. A bright green aura glows around her, while the yellow threads from her core tether around it, and space begins to bend as she prepares to fight.