Chapter 1227 - The Floating Islands (1/2)
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
In a wild place like the realm of Chaos, nothing was constant. Even the mist in the wilderness had many changes in concentration and color over the past few years. These changes were usually telltale signs of the direction that the forces of Order and Chaos in Collow were heading in. They had a significant meaning to the mortals living in that world as every subtle clue was related to the survival of countless lives.
In the long history of struggle, humans had mastered the methods of observing and recording the environmental data of the realm of Chaos. One of the critical observation data centers was the sanctuary like the furnace tower.
The furnace tower was not only the heart of the land of Order, but also a sentry tower to monitor the realm of Chaos. It was capable of automatically recording the data of the tide of the Sea of Carnos, even if the furnace died down, the runic slate structure of the tower could automatically run and complete the recordings for an extended period. That was the reason Veronica must first check the status of the furnace tower; she had to figure out what had happened here.
The information on the Festered would quickly disappear once the monster died. So it was difficult to find any clues from the body of the Festered. What the knights did was just a routine. The real clues lay in the four runic slabs around the pedestal of the furnace tower.
Interpreting the slate was a skill that every aristocrat must master. The old knight Morian was an expert in this field. Upon returning from examining the surroundings, the old man came up to Veronica. He first nodded at Hao Ren, and then said to the princess, “It’s weird. Very weird.”
“What weird?” Veronica’s brows knit together. Her teacher’s ambiguous reaction surprised her. “Can you explain?”
“The powers of the Chaos and Order are present concurrently in the runes, and and the boundary between the two is much smaller than the standard value.”
Veronica froze. It took her for a while to digest the meaning of these words. “Are you sure?”
“What do you guys mean?” Hao Ren perplexed of what happened.
Veronica was in disbelief as if she had just heard a story of The Arabian Nights. But she had to explain to Hao Ren. “It means the two forces on the runestone are becoming assimilated. The boundaries between the Chaos and the Order are blurring. But it is impossible! How could this ever happen in nature?”
Hao Ren scratched his head but pretended to have understood what Veronica told him. “I get it. Then what are you going to do?”
“I must report it to my father immediately,” Veronica said. Her fingers had turned pale from gripping the hilt of her sword too hard. “This matter needs to be immediately discussed by the Royal Scholars. Only they can figure out what it means.”
The old knight Morian whispered to Veronica, “Also inform the Theocracy.”
“The Theocracy…” Veronica’s face turned gloomy hearing that name. Her brows pulled together as she kept repeating the name before she finally exhaled, “Then let the royal court officers decide. Let’s move. Knights!”
Hao Ren shrugged and said nothing. He had not figured out many of the rules of Collow, so he had better be a silent observer, he thought. While waiting for Veronica and Morian gathering their men, Hao Ren went to a side quietly and tried to contact the MDT and the Petrachelys.
The signal of the mental connection was still weak and full of noise though it was a little better than before. The MDT or Nolan must be trying to reach him too, he thought, and he trusted them to be able to figure it out.
While the knights stepped into the fog of Chaos and the light of the furnace tower died down, something was happening in another corner of the world.