Chapter 387 The Malevolent God Dead
Evan looked around and felt as if his body were weightless.
Gravity seemed to have lost its effect. He could touch the top of the rock wall with a light jump.
Then, Evan realized he was in a soul state.
His soul had left his previous realm, had separated from the real world, and had come alone here under the influence of the strange name-engraved plate.
He didn't know what the real world was like or where he was. Perhaps it was similar to what he had experienced the other night, perhaps it was another magical illusion.
A magical illusion left by Slytherin. Could this be another test?
After all, according to some theories, Azkaban was initially built by Salazar himself and was his retreat in his later years. There must be something unusual here.
Had he hidden some part of the malevolent spirit here, which is why the name-engraved plate reacted?
If so, would it be the mind or the body?
Evan pursued this line of thought for a while, but he did not feel that things were entirely correct.
If the malevolent spirit created by Herpo the Foul was truly here, then it would not be as calm as he was now, and the whispers he had just heard were completely different from the previous ones.
Even if they were words of a malevolent god, they were certainly not the same.
Evan gazed at the enormous abyss in front of him, dark and unseen, and a sudden idea dawned on his mind.
That was what Dumbledore referred to as the Throat of the Abyss, the true underground abyss.
There was a voice calling Evan. He hesitated whether to enter.
A long time had passed, and Dumbledore had still not arrived. That being said, his current situation was extremely dire, and perhaps he didn't even have an escape.
There was no other way out in this room except the deep abyss in front of him.
It was not wise to linger. If this was truly the illusion left by Slytherin, then doing nothing could trap him here forever.
Evan chose to follow his instincts rather than fantasize.
He approached the dark abyss and plunged his glowing wand into it.
It was dark below, and the abyss seemed too deep for him to see anything.
The next moment, Evan leaped straight in. Either way, he was in a soul state now. Besides malevolent dark magic, nothing physical would harm him no matter what.
He fell straight down, plummeting into the dark endless abyss.
Despite his best efforts, the light from his wand played no role. Darkness engulfed him from all sides, and Evan couldn't see a thing.
Desperation and fear crept hand in hand, and the melancholy of the moment grew stronger.
Evan kept falling and began to feel like he wouldn't hit bottom. But soon he felt the difference. Instead of air, he was surrounded by a strange cold substance that enveloped him completely.
Evan was stunned for a moment before realizing it was water.
He was now in the icy waters of the North Sea. After leaping into the deep abyss, he had reached the bottom of Azkaban island.
Being in a soul state, Evan didn't have to worry about oxygen and breathing.
He relaxed completely and surveyed his surroundings in the wand light.
Unknown fish swam around him, circling him for a while before vanishing into the cold water.
It didn't take long for him to realize he could move freely.
He wasn't still falling, and the strange glowing plate on his arm gradually calmed down, indicating he had reached his destination.
Although what was happening in front of Evan was completely beyond his realm of knowledge, there seemed to be something about it that drew him in, and he could feel it.
He tried not to think, not to explain these irrational things with magic or science. He only knew that if he found what the plaque needed to show him, he could leave there and return to the real world.
He continued swimming in the dark sea and then it seemed he had found something.
He raised his wand, and before him was the body of a creature, gray, round, and long, no matter which way he looked, he couldn't see the end.
This creature seemed to have died a long time ago; its body was motionless, its surface not gleaming, displaying a dark gray that was on the brink of decomposition and decay.
"What is this?" Evan said strangely. "It looks like a gigantic rubber tube."
As he walked along the "tube," the more he looked, the more frightened he felt.
A few minutes later, upon seeing more of these tubes, Evan finally realized what they were. These tubes were likely the tentacles of some kind of creature.
He couldn't say why, almost instantly, he thought of the "evil god of the forest" and its tentacles.
Before him lay the body of an evil god! He tried to run away immediately, but stopped; he felt no threat!
The deadly silence, the whispers and calls that had just been heard vanished, as if they had never existed.
Whether evil or not, this creature was now dead!
Evan did not know what kind of power could have killed this evil spirit of the void, as powerful and horrible as it was.
He approached again, ready to take a closer look.
But no, the size of this being in front of him was tremendous.
Evan pondered for a moment and gently aimed his wand at the tentacles before him.
He recited a spell, and a soft fluorescence emerged from the end of his wand and hovered over the body of the evil god.
More and more fluorescence spread and gradually covered the entire body of the evil spirit.
Now, Evan finally could see this being. He was truly stunned by the sight before him. Ahead was a massive monster in the shape of an octopus.
Its body lay silently before Evan, as majestic and terrifying as anything he had ever seen.
This evil in the form of an octopus was over a thousand feet long. Its head was deeply submerged in the sea. It seemed to be connected to the underground abyss. Numerous tentacles emerged from its head and gripped the entire Azkaban island upward.
The ends of the tentacles had begun to assimilate into the rock and had become one.
In the middle, where Evan had fallen, countless black egg-shaped things emerged from the octopus's mouth to be sprayed upwards, slowly.
These eggs floated very slowly, but they moved.
Evan looked closely and immediately recognized what they were. These were not eggs at all. They were all Dementors... the evil god was creating Dementors!