With a wave of his hand, the Sacred Treasure that controlled the power of the Nether appeared in Darian's hands. He focused completely, using that treasure as a catalyst to control the black sea in front of him.
Through memories from the past, Darian saw the creation of the temple at the bottom of the sea. Of course, there was no clear explanation, but he managed to get an idea of what to do and where to go.
Slowly, the entire sea ahead began to churn, growing more and more turbulent. After several minutes, the waters started to move, splitting apart in two directions.
In front of Darian, a corridor appeared, its walls made of black water, as if they were frozen solid. The corridor slowly expanded, creating a path over ten meters deep and stretching several kilometers forward through the sea.
Darian snorted, looking toward the end of it. The corridor in the sea led to a distorted region, as if space itself had collapsed and formed a dome hundreds of meters wide.
