Chapter 908 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The Ancattero family patriarch, Vogus, was still alive. He was very weak, but he survived the freezing temperature and had only mild suffocation. Andaherr immediately transferred him to a warmer place: at the side of Hesperides.

Hesperides was standing in the center of the hall, emanating a healing and spirit-lifting warmth, which was preferable than the intense sacred flame of the demon hunters and the tempestuous magic flame. The Tannaeans began to recover under the heat radiating from the nymph of the evening. It seemed that other than the weirdoes in Hao Ren’s house, the otherworldlings in the wild and the demon hunters could also make the best use of their abilities.

Hao Ren, Hasse, and others came up to the patriarch Vogus. The light-gold skinned Tannaean slowly opened his eyes. He looked around, still appearing a little confused. “I.. who are you guys?”

“Vogus,” Andaherr held the hand of the senior patriarch. “Listen to me. It’s over. They’re the search and rescue team members.”

“I’m Hasse, elder demon hunter. This is Hao Ren, the head of a sanctuary for the otherworldlings in Asia.” Hasse nodded to Vogus, never had he thought that he would be able to speak to an otherworldling patriarch like this. “How do you feel now?”

“I’m fine,” Vogus said, struggling to get up. Water was dripping down his clothes from heavy condensation, and he coughed a few times, spitting out the life-supporting substance. He then noticed his compatriots receiving treatment nearby. “Is everyone else okay?”

Hasse and Hao Ren explained the situation to the patriarch and told him that it had been a month since the incident happened, and these few hundred people were the only survivors in the Ancattero territory. Vogus was surprisingly calm after hearing this as if this was something expected. Perhaps Tannaeans had a different way of expressing their emotions, Hao Ren and Hasse could not notice any sign of grief or sadness on his face.

Vivian came up from behind and bent down slightly before Vogus. “I’m Vivian, Vivian Ancestor. I don’t know if your family has a record about me.”

Vogus finally showed some animation that the earthlings could understand on his pale-gold face; he looked like he was surprised. The way he was staring at Vivian was as if she was a living fossil out of the mythical story. “Vivian? You were with our ancestors…”

“Great! At least you lot still remember history,” Vivian said before letting out a sigh. “I lost my memory and contact with my family. I was worried that I’d not be able to find someone who could tell me what had happened in the past.”

Hao Ren had tons of questions to ask Vogus. He first let the patriarch rest for a while. Until the patriarch finally recovered his strength, Hao Ren and Hasse began to ask Vogus questions. Questions regarding Amatura and the demon hunters, Vogus’ reply was similar to what Andaherr had known. Hao Ren was most concerned about the innate hostility and the Shades of Chaos though.

“What exactly did you seal?” Hao Ren asked. He was obsessed with the Shades of Chaos. “Are they creatures, a phenomenon, or a curse?”

Vogus leaned on a pillar, and his voice was soft. “They’re none of what you said but something indescribable, abstract, and a concept. They’re the dark side, anger, and hatred of god. They’re like a curse, but more abstract than a curse, something mortal could not understand with their earthly wisdom.”

Hao Ren was stunned by the answer. It reminded him about what the spirit detective, Pierre, had said: the Shade of Chaos was the representation of the dark side of the ancient gods—Zeus and Odin families, for example, the result of the gradual materialization of hatred in battles. This theory had come from the mouth of a spirit detective, which was why Hao Ren had a great reservation from the beginning. But little did he expect the Ancattero family that guarded the seal also had a similar thought.

Were those things the representations of the dark side of the otherworldlings, the original sin in the hearts of the supernatural races?