1166 Its Name (2/2)
As she spoke, Fors suddenly looked at her friend who was eating some ham. She hurriedly said, ”Xio, why don't you try praying to Mr. Fool and ask if the gathering will be held as scheduled today?”
Xio frowned slightly as she put down her fork and nodded.
”Okay.”
She also found the situation a little strange.
She clasped her hands and held them under her chin. Xio took a deep breath and said in a low voice, ”The Fool that doesn't belong to this era…”
…
Backlund, North Borough, underground of Saint Samuel Cathedral, in a room behind Chanis Gate.
Emlyn White woke up, feeling puzzled over the dream he had.
He had apparently dreamed of the Sanguine Ancestor, Lilith!
In his dream, he was trapped in a castle covered in red grapevines, one he couldn't escape from no matter how hard he tried.
Later, through a narrow window from high above, he saw the crimson moon outside and a pair of bat wings that covered half the crimson moon.
In the legends of the Sanguine, this was one of the symbols of the ancient goddess, Lilith.
Right on the heels of that, Emlyn flew up high in excitement, attempting to open the narrow window. At the bottom of the glass, he found a tarot card.
On the surface of the tarot card was a lad dressed in gorgeous clothes. He was wearing splendid headgear with a stick over his shoulder. There was a bindle hanging on the end of the stick, and a puppy was following behind him.
The Fool card.
At this point in his dream, Emlyn naturally woke up. As a Sanguine Viscount, he had the ability to perform a basic analysis of dreams.
It must be because of my current situation that this dream appeared. That Star actually didn't deliver any human blood to me…
I am indeed the target of the Ancestor's benediction…”She” is hinting to me that if I wish to escape from my predicament, I have to obtain help from Mr. Fool?
What day is it today? Forget it, I'll just pray. That way, I can leave as soon as possible.” Emlyn sat up with hope as he piously chanted, ”The Fool that doesn't belong to this era…”
…
Above the gray fog, the three crimson stars that corresponded to Justice, Judgment, and The Moon began to expand and shrink, emitting light to create ripples.
They merged into the dark red ”tide” that originally existed, causing the shock waves in the mysterious space to instantly intensify.
Amidst the quake, the ”tide” flooded the ancient and majestic palace, lighting up one mysterious symbol after another behind the eight seats on the long bronze table.
This brought a new halo and resonance, accompanied by a buzzing sound.
At the end of the long, mottled table, the back of The Fool's seat lit up as well. The complicated symbol formed by the Contorted Lines and Pupil-less Eye kept extending outwards, becoming layered and extremely three-dimensional.
The dark red ”tide” was attracted over and formed a ”figure” on the high back chair belonging to The Fool.
This ”figure” wasn't stable enough. It distorted and scattered from time to time, hardly capable of maintaining its form.
On a desolate moor covered with grayish-yellow fog, Klein paused for a moment and looked up at the lightning that streaked across the sky.
He then retracted his gaze. Holding the lantern in his hand, he followed beside Amon, deep into the endless moors.
The more the man and the King of Angels proceeded, the more ravines the ground had. Similarly, their depths became more and more exaggerated.
About ten minutes later, another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky. Not far away, Klein saw a single-eyed giant with a bluish-black pupil, pacing back and forth. It towered tens of meters.
His body was covered in traces of rotting pus. His eye was sunken and lifeless. It was obvious that he was dead.
However, he continued wandering around. Grayish-yellow gas emanated from his body, interweaving in midair to create the fog over the moor.
The grayish-yellow fog that enveloped the vast moor was actually generated by this bluish-black giant!
”The youngest son of the Giant King Aurmir, the God of Glory, Bladel. 'He' publicly cursed my father and was punished to forever roam this area. Of course, 'He' has long died in the Cataclysm, but 'He' still wasn't able to free 'Himself.'” Amon looked at the giant and smiled. ”If I hadn't stolen the corresponding damage dealt to you, you would've been contaminated by the fog created after Bladel's death. You would become a cursed entity that roams this area.”
Do I have to thank you? Suddenly, Klein felt like he had entered a myth.
With him in tow, Amon continued forward. Soon, they approached the bluish-black, single-eyed giant.
There was an extremely deep ravine on the spot where the giant was loitering about. As the lightning flashed, a thick and vast grayish-white building appeared at the bottom.
With just a glance, Klein's eyelids twitched slightly as he recalled the scene he saw when he was divining the Unshadowed Crucifix.
If he remembered correctly, this should be where the ancient sun god, the City of Silver's Creator, Amon and Adam's father walked out from!
Is this the safe place that Amon mentioned? Klein's heart sank.
At this moment, the pointy-hatted, monocled Amon walked to the edge of the ravine. With ”His” back facing the grayish-white building, ”He” spread his arms slightly and said with a smile, ”This is the holy land where my father was awoken. Buried in it is the history I wish to seek.
”My father told me that this place has an ancient name, called…”
As a streak of silver lightning tore through the sky, the black-robed Amon paused as ”He” widened ”His” arms, saying with a solemn tone, ”Chernobyl!”