Antihero In the Hero Academy: I Can Connect the Past Heroes-Chapter 158: The Cave

When Atlas pointed to the mountains, Cordelia had left him in the area they believed to be the centre of the mountains area, and then each Sage had flown up the mountains, all the way to the clouds.

With all this, there was now one thing that each of them knew. Each of them could sense the meaning of the others and could see Atlas, even though he was below the clouds.

It was now clear that it was time to begin.

As soon as the Sages took their positions, an incredible wave of mana spread out from Juliet, who was standing on the shortest mountain, in a way that cannot be described in words.

Atlas could feel his entire body being pierced by the mana, and this was only a tiny fraction of Juliet’s mana. The other Sages had not even begun to channel their mana into the mountains they were standing on.

Nevertheless, this pressure could make him feel so bad that it could actually kill him.

Even though the difference between him and the Sages made him feel strange deep down, that was precisely why they were the most powerful beings in the world.

It was impossible to get close to them.

However, immediately after Juliet, Bellatrix, then Cain, then Constantine, then Talon, then Cassandra, and finally Cordelia, the most powerful of them all, began to spread their mana from the highest point of the mountain to the entire mountain and its surroundings.

The pressure on Atlas was becoming heavier, but he was too focused to care. Although he thought he was in the centre of the area, he wanted to avoid any danger and be in a position to keep the teleportation formation open for a few seconds when it was working.

Of course, this forced him to search for something with his eyes amid the snowstorm that had just begun around him.

With each passing second, blue lines began to form in the snowstorm. Like the nest of an ant colony, the lines merged and separated, forming paths. These paths, which appeared to be very narrow in the blizzard, were in fact incredibly wide.

Each of these paths extended to the base of the mountain, where it rose from the ground, and merged with the mana line that had been transferred into the other ice mountain, forming a growing layer of mana that advanced towards the centre of the vast area.

While all this was happening, the one watching everything from the front was Atlas himself.

It was only natural that he understood why these runes were difficult even for the gods, simply by observing the flow of mana. It was truly incredible. Hundreds, thousands of paths were constantly filled with the flow of mana, allowing different people to merge their mana without ever emptying.

Just as every person in the world had a different aura, their mana was also different. Colours or techniques did not reveal this as aura masters did, but mana managed to adjust itself to the person, and the person trained this mana.

Gaining mana was exactly that. It was to activate the power that your body allowed you to use in a perfect measure, indirectly.

This made everyone’s mana different because, just as everyone’s body was different, the hearts that held the mana were also different for everyone who lived and had lived in this world.

As the mana lines began to fill up more prominently, the layers of mana that had gathered around and within the icebergs finally managed to seep out smoothly.

In short, each layer of meaning and each rune fragment flowing into these layers began to move towards Atlas’s location in a horizontal, parallel manner, even passing over each other.

At the same time, even though Atlas was not looking down from above, he could sense it within the blizzard... He was inside a massive rune, and this enormous rune was forming something. That something was a circular magic formation beginning to take shape beneath Atlas, perhaps ten metres in diameter.

This was the very teleportation formation that Atlas and the Sages needed to enter.

"EVERYTHING IS READY!!!" Atlas suddenly shouted.

With his shout, seven people emerged from between the white clouds that had created the snowstorm.

As soon as they landed next to Atlas, the Sages stepped on the teleportation formation, and it seemed as if they had unintentionally moved the formation, as the runes and mana on the formation were covered with them.

Atlas and the Sages had teleported instantly. They had been transported so quickly that except Cordelia, every Sage and of course, Atlas himself, were left with a severe case of vertigo.

When the group opened their eyes again, they found themselves in a place covered in ice. This place resembled a cave, and strangely, there were writings in a language Atlas did not recognise around the cave, and around these writings were frozen and naturally deceased individuals of different races.

What made this even stranger was that among these bodies were beings that Atlas could call high-ranking demons, even if they were not like Beelzebub and other demons, and on the other side of the cave were beings powerful enough to be high-ranking angels.

"The superior side. The realm of the gods. We are not gods. We are just a race lucky enough to live in this world. Still, not all of us are that lucky. Angels, demons, they just want to live in the world. We pray to our creator, the great Chaos, please do not let any race fall into error and treat them all equally."

When Cain translated one of the inscriptions on the wall, everyone’s eyes turned to him.

"Do you know this language?" Cordelia asked. Even Cordelia, the oldest among them, seemed not to know it.

"This is the language of the dead. It is the language used in the realm of death, my lady," Cain replied.

"Translate each inscription for us," Cordelia said, and Cain nodded in agreement, then immediately began translating the ancient inscriptions on the cave walls until they faded into obscurity.

There seemed to be much that needed to be known.