Game Over Not Over for Me novel Chapter 89

**Chapter 89: Mortal Hall**

Alden stood at the edge of a new chapter, ready to forge ahead into the unknown.

The landscape around him was blanketed in an untouched layer of pristine white snow, glistening under the weak light of a sun that seemed hesitant to shine.

However, as he squinted into the distance, a massive structure loomed ahead, its silhouette stark against the icy backdrop.

The building appeared to be on the verge of collapse, its once-grand architecture now reduced to a crumbling shell. It resembled an ancient monastery, ravaged by the relentless passage of time, battered by fierce winds and heavy snowfall.

Yet, despite its dilapidated state, there was an undeniable majesty about it, a lingering aura of power that set it apart from other forsaken structures.

Driven by an inexplicable pull, Alden approached the entrance, his eyes drawn to a plaque affixed to the door.

Two bold, archaic words were etched into the weathered surface.

“Mortal Hall!”

It was an odd name, lacking the grandeur typically associated with such edifices.

Before he crossed the threshold, Alden felt a peculiar energy emanating from within.

In that moment, the divine aura that had enveloped him dissipated, leaving him feeling strangely vulnerable.

Though he bore the Godslayer mark, a symbol of his resilience against divine forces, he was not immune to the lingering presence of the god aura that surrounded him.

Standing at the entrance, he could sense the aura retreating from him, as if it recognized his status yet still held a certain power over the space.

After a brief pause for contemplation, Alden stepped into the Mortal Hall, curiosity driving him forward.

Inside, his gaze was immediately captured by a statue that dominated the center of the hall.

Though it was not particularly large, the figure was clad in intricately detailed armor that exuded the authority and strength of a battle-hardened knight.

Alden’s eyes were drawn to the long sword gripped firmly in the statue’s hand.

Its blade was astonishingly broad, so wide that if it weren’t for its impressive length, Alden might have mistaken it for a shield.

Flanking the statue were two stone pillars, each adorned with inscriptions that seemed to echo through time.

“Gods have no mercy, immortals have no honor, humans suffer,” read the first pillar, its words stark and unforgiving.

The second pillar proclaimed, “Stand against the heavens, defeat the gods, and become eternal.”

Alden raised an eyebrow, a flicker of intrigue igniting within him. This statue, it seemed, was no ordinary figure—it was a representation of a Godslayer.

He scanned the hall, searching for any indication of this Godslayer’s identity, but found none.

Despite the ominous aura surrounding the place, he felt an odd sense of safety.

Was it possible that this hall was devoid of danger?

If that were the case, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something perilous awaited him just beyond this threshold.

What lay ahead if this hall belonged to a Godslayer?

The answer to that question loomed tantalizingly close.

As Alden navigated through the Mortal Hall, he noticed that the snow had vanished behind him, replaced by a scene that was nothing short of apocalyptic.

Before him stretched a vast sea of molten lava, its fiery glow casting an eerie light around him.

He stood in awe, taking in the surreal juxtaposition of the icy landscape he had just traversed and the inferno that now surrounded him.

The lava roiled and bubbled, a terrifying sight that sent shivers down his spine.

A narrow path, dark and lined with crimson veins, snaked its way through the molten expanse.

With a deep breath, Alden stepped onto the path, uncertainty gnawing at him.

What awaited him on the other side?

He couldn’t shake the feeling that a monstrous foe lurked just beyond the horizon.

The Ice Giant he had faced had boasted an astonishing 85 million HP.

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