The Valley of Sunless Dusk had long been shrouded in an oppressive gloom, the swirling mass of purplish-black clouds, and a perpetual twilight where sunlight could never reach. The cursed land groaned under the weight of its own despair for countless years.
But right at this moment, the purplish black clouds with eerie green lightning suddenly started to churn, and a tremor shook the valley, faint at first but growing with a resonant hum that reverberated through the bones of the earth.
Cracks splintered through the blackened soil, and the eerie waters of the marshlands started to rise. Suddenly, bursts of golden light, stark and brilliant, appeared against the suffocating shadows.
It was not the light of ordinary sunlight but something purer, more primal-light imbued with the essence of life itself. As if breaking away from the suppression of the death.
Above, the sky quivered even more violently as if something vast and ancient was stirring. The thick, oppressive clouds started to ripple, unraveling thread by thread. A gale of wind surged through the valley, carrying the tang of fresh air. It swept away the toxic mist, scattering it into nothingness as though erasing the remnants of an ancient curse.
In the heart of the valley, the Necropolis of shades, long hidden by darkness, began to crumble. Its surface, etched with runes of despair and agony, glowed with a burning intensity before shattering into a thousand fragments. From its core, the Front of Eternal Night erupted a column of golden radiance, spiraling upward like a beacon.
As the light reached the heavens, the purplish-black sky finally gave way. The clouds dissolved into streams of molten gold, revealing a vast expanse of cerulean blue for the first time in countless years. The sun, a blazing orb of unmatched brilliance, broke through, its rays cascading down like divine blessings.
The cursed landscape began to transform. The once-blackened trees groaned and creaked as their gnarled forms straightened, vibrant green leaves unfurling in a jubilant display of rebirth.
Once choked with poison, rivers roared to life, their waters turning crystalline and precise as they carved fresh paths through the valley. Flowers bloomed in bursts of radiant color, painting the barren ground with a kaleidoscope of life.
The air was alive with sound-the rustle of leaves and the gushing of rejuvenated streams. Even the ground seemed to sigh in relief as if freed from an unbearable weight.
Moreover, as the valley suddenly transformed, the countless undead started to turn into golden particles as their listless and decayed bodies crumbled under the sunlight as if finally meeting salvation from their countless years of suffering.
But what remained was a ruin of the Necromancer Kingdom. The once vibrant kingdom capital was now completely crumbled, but there was a hint of serenity in this scene, yet it was filled with the sorrows of the past.
The once pitch-black and eerie hallways within the underground palace were no longer riddled with cracks and decay.
Above the death essence pool, an ethereal figure of a handsome middle-aged man with runic markings around his neck, wearing black robes, sat on a pitch-black throne, bathed in the radiant glow of the lifted curs as winds carried away the lingering echoes of suffering, replacing them with the symphony of life and renewal.
This was the Cursed Necromancer King, who had finally been liberated from the curse and regained his appearance, but his figure was slowly fading away with the golden radiance.
Yet, there was no panic or fear, but only relief and sorrow as he looked at the ruins of his once grand and majestic palace.
His eyes suddenly locked on the hallway as if he could see the figure sitting in the center of a deep trench surrounded by black mist, and countless emotions flashed past his eyes.
As his figure slowly faded away, he suddenly stood up from his throne after countless years and bowed in that direction as his emotional voice rang, "On behalf of my entire kingdom and I, you have my eternal gratitude, Faceless Anc..."
The hall remained silent as only the hovering throne above the death law essence remained.
Elia also witnessed this entire scene of the curse being lifted, but she didn't know the situation outside the valley. Her entire attention was on Jacob as the dark mist around him slowly absorbed into his body, and his figure became visible.
At this moment, Jacob was unaware of what had happened and didn't care even if he knew since his entire focus was on the hex magic core, which was now pitch black like a black hole and releasing a mysterious power in his entire soul.
This evaluation was completely different from the magic cores, and when it was done evolving, he got new information in his mind.
At this moment, the mist vanished, and Jacob's eyes opened with a hint of astonishment when he comprehended the information he had just received.
"The Hex Magic Core has evolved into its following growth form, and now it has become a Jinx Magic Core!
'Not only that, but the ability I received after its evolution is not a Hex but a Jinx, which, unlike the Hexes, has an everlasting effect unless I remove it or someone more powerful than me and has high attainment in curses and holy magic removes it.
'So, this is what Immortika was talking about when it said the evolution of the growth type magic core could change the element into a higher form. Although I still don't know if the Jinxes are more powerful than Hexes, they are in no way taken lightly.
'Lastly, my previous hexes can also be used on the Legendary Noble Rank. At the same time, the Jinx can be used on anyone as long as the other person won't detect it. But its effect will depend on my power. It can be potent or weak, depending on the person I used it.
'However, the most terrifying thing about Jinx is if it wasn't removed or someone fiddled with it, or it was left as it is, it can grow on its own and become extremely powerful just like the curse on this valley...'
The more Jacob understood the terror of the Jinxes, the happier he became. He could use them in many different ways, and if his enemies were ignorant, they wouldn't even know how they met their end.
At this moment, Jacob suddenly snapped out of his thought process because he sensed something, and his eyes flashed with killing intent, "That ghost is still here!"