Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 811 - 813

Chapter 811: Chapter 813

Jude remained still, the weight of the entity’s words pressing against his mind. He had never heard it speak so clearly before, never felt its presence so distinctly. It had always been there, lingering at the edges of his thoughts, influencing him in ways he could not always understand. But now, it was no longer just a presence, it was a voice, a force with its own will, and it had chosen to break its silence.

He exhaled, the tension in his chest not easing as much as he had hoped. The walls around him pulsed faintly, a rhythm that seemed to sync with his own heartbeat. This place was different from the rest of the city. The air was clearer, the pressure lighter. But that did not mean he was safe.

"You should not have come here," the entity had said.

Jude narrowed his eyes, his pulse still racing from the chase outside. "And why’s that?" he muttered under his breath, though he wasn’t sure if he was addressing the entity or himself.

The hum in the walls did not respond, but he could feel something shifting within him, like an unseen presence pulling back, withdrawing into the depths of his mind. Whatever had caused it to speak was no longer an immediate threat, or perhaps it was something worse.

Jude took a cautious step forward. The room was empty, but not in the way that the city outside had felt lifeless. This space had a presence, a history. He ran his fingers along the smooth surface of the wall. Unlike the shifting buildings outside, this structure felt solid, stable, as if it had been untouched by whatever forces governed the rest of this place.

His gaze flickered to the entrance. The figure that had risen from the depths of the fractured street was still out there, its form flickering between reality and something beyond. It had not pursued him into this place. That fact alone told him that the building he had stepped into was significant.

Jude took another breath and stepped away from the entrance, deeper into the room. His footsteps were the only sound, echoing faintly against the smooth surfaces. As he moved, he felt something beneath his feet, an almost imperceptible vibration, like a dormant pulse waiting to be awakened.

Then the silence broke.

Not with sound, but with feeling .

A presence stirred around him, unseen but tangible, pressing against his skin like an unseen force testing his existence. It was not hostile, but neither was it welcoming. It was simply there, watching, waiting.

Jude clenched his fists, grounding himself. "If you’ve got something to say, now’s the time," he muttered.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the walls pulsed again, but this time the light that coursed through them formed patterns, lines and shapes shifting into something almost recognizable before fading away again.

Not random. Intentional.

A message.

Jude stepped closer, watching as the patterns flickered in and out of existence. They were not letters, not symbols he could fully understand, but there was something familiar in the movement, something that felt almost instinctual. He reached out, his fingers hovering just above the glowing lines.

And then his vision shifted.

It was not a flashback, not a memory. It was something else entirely.

The city was alive. Not in the way it was now, shifting and broken, but truly alive. People moved through its streets, figures that were both human and not . Their forms flickered like the entity that had chased him, their bodies shifting between solidity and something more fluid, something beyond the constraints of the world he knew.

And at the heart of it all, a structure unlike the others. A tower, impossibly tall, its peak lost in the swirling light above. It was not built, it had grown , formed from the very essence of the city itself.

Jude could not move, could not look away. He was not just seeing this, he was experiencing it.

The figures in the city moved with purpose, their eyes glowing with the same faint light that pulsed through the streets. They did not speak, but they communicated, their thoughts flowing like currents in an unseen river.

And then, the sky darkened.

A fracture appeared in the air itself, splitting reality apart. From within it, something emerged .

Jude felt his chest tighten, a cold wave of recognition washing over him. He knew this presence. He had felt it before.

The entity inside him stirred violently.

Then the vision shattered.

Jude stumbled back, gasping as he was pulled back into reality. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, his hands trembling. The walls around him had gone dark, the pulsing light fading as if retreating from his touch.

His breathing was ragged, his body struggling to adjust to what he had just seen. He didn’t fully understand it, but he knew, this city had not always been like this. It had been whole once. Alive.

Something had broken it.

And that same something was still here.

Jude pushed himself upright, shaking off the lingering dizziness. The entity inside him was still restless, its presence pressing against his consciousness.

"You know what that was, don’t you?" he muttered, his voice hoarse.

Silence.

Jude exhaled sharply. "Figures."

He turned back toward the entrance. The figure outside was gone. The city was still shifting, still moving, but the immediate danger had passed.

For now.

Jude’s gaze flickered toward the walls again, where the glowing lines had disappeared. The vision had not been random. It had been a message, a memory. Someone, or something, had wanted him to see it.

Which meant he was not alone in this place.

Not truly.

The realization settled deep in his chest, a mixture of relief and unease. If something still lingered here, something that had once been part of the city’s past, then it was possible, just possible , that it held answers.

And right now, answers were the only thing keeping him moving.

Jude squared his shoulders and stepped back into the shifting streets.