88 The Living Dungeon (2)

After defeating the flying Dragon, the anti-magic field that suppressed my powers faded away, giving me free rein to cast any spell I wished once again. Clenching my fists, I used my telekinetic ability to clean up the area, allowing us to fully observe the broken location we were transported to.

If I didn't have the memory of being swallowed by the Demon Lord, I would have misunderstood that I had entered into another dimension. An artificial sky covered the ceiling, the fresh scents of a jungle with broken pieces of rubble, and finally, the feeling that I was currently in nature and not in the belly of a beast.

It was nothing short of surreal.

"Amazing… I wonder how the world would react once they discover that Eyghon is actually an artificial being."

I couldn't help but marvel at the masterful creation. Perhaps if I could uncover the secrets of how this monster was created, maybe… Just maybe… I could recreate a Demon Lord all by myself.