As usual, Vanna calmed down and recited the sacred passages in the "Original Code of Storms" in her heart. Then she took out a half-burned glyph candle from the drawer next to her and placed it next to her. side and lit the menorah.
A bright little flame danced on the top of the candle, and the calming aroma slowly spread as the essential oil evaporated. Vanna took a gentle breath, and then drew the dagger across her arm without hesitation.
The blood soaked into the fine lines on the dagger, as if it was absorbed by it, and there was a brief pain on her arm - the pain didn't even last for a few seconds, and it had already turned into a vague itching as the wound healed. .
Vanna could even hear the slight sound of cell regeneration and blood coagulation. She saw the wound on her arm quickly healing, and the gentle sound of the waves could be heard faintly from her ears.
She looked at the ceremonial dagger in her hand again, and after a slight hesitation, she placed the dagger stained with her own blood on top of the burning candlestick, letting the flames lick the tip of the dagger.
"Please listen, Lord of Storms, Gospel of the Deep Sea, Maid of the Silent Sea, please listen, your followers need guidance..."
The flames crackled, and the blood on the dagger was ignited in the blink of an eye, turning into a layer of dense light floating on the blade.
This is a sign that the channel has been established.
A saint, using blood as a guide, using a special prayer format, and following a special ritual process, can establish a far more stable and direct communication channel between himself and the god than when an ordinary priest prays. This special The power and "grace" are what distinguish "saints" from ordinary clergy.
As for how stable and direct this special "channel" is...
In a way, this can even be seen as talking directly to God.
The gentle sound of the waves started to sound, and it became more and more obvious as if it was echoing directly in her mind. Fanna felt that the air around her was gradually becoming moist, and even a fishy salty breath seemed to float in her nostrils. Then, she suddenly felt energetic. There was a moment of trance, and the scene in front of him changed.
The familiar bedroom disappeared, and the surrounding area turned into endless, slightly surging blue water, and there was a faint blue light undulating in the depths of the water, as if there were hundreds of mysterious light sources hidden in the deep sea. Fanna felt as if she was in the center of an unknown deep sea, and in the sparkling waves in front of her eyes, a blurry image gradually emerged.
It seemed to be a lady wearing a long skirt, with large hazy shadows spreading in all directions behind her. The lady's face was hidden behind the veil, and the shadows behind her were winding and intertwined, as if they were countless intertwined chains. It seems to be outlining some kind of "body" that is larger and beyond the understanding of mortals, and the figure in the long skirt is only a small part of this huge body - the small part that can be understood by mortals.
Vanna took a deep breath to calm her heartbeat.
As a saint, it was not uncommon to see the phantom or incarnation of the storm goddess Gemona during special rituals, but she still couldn't help but become nervous when she thought about her successive waverings today and the almost deviant questioning thoughts in her heart.
The mysterious and fuzzy figure seemed to be moving a little closer to this side. "He" did not speak, but Vanna felt an "idea" emerge directly in her mind.
The apparition of the goddess was beckoning him to speak.
"I..." Vanna hesitated slightly, and finally said bluntly as if she had made up her mind, "I have survived to this day because of the subspace, why do you still choose me as a saint and send you blessings?"
There was no movement in that hazy figure, but Fanna didn't dare to urge her. She knew that even though what she saw was just a projection, this projection was indeed pointing directly at Gemona, and the question she just raised was extremely important. adventure——
This was beyond her duty as a believer, but she really wanted to know the answer.
She waited anxiously like this for an unknown amount of time. Suddenly, an idea entered her mind as if it was directly implanted in her brain——
"...There is no difference..."
"There is no difference?" Fanna was stunned. This lackluster answer was even more difficult to understand than the obscure and broken prophecies and revelations. She instinctively felt that there should be some other "context" for this answer, but it was just her own. Unable to understand the information and therefore not hear it, she subconsciously asked, "What's the difference? I don't understand. You still chose to know that I was blessed by the subspace..."
However, Vanna could not finish her words, because the deep sea illusion around her suddenly became violently turbulent. The originally soft and bright light in the depths of the waves also dimmed and faded one by one. The goddess's phantom was on the verge of collapse in the blink of an eye. Na felt like she was being "pushed" out of the channel, and before the connection was completely interrupted, she only vaguely perceived a few words:
"...Time is limited...it's about to be...critical..."
Contact was completely lost.
Fanna felt as if she had been roughly thrown back into the real world, her heart was pounding, and a feeling of being on the verge of suffocation made her gasp for breath subconsciously. She raised her head and looked around, seeing that all the illusions had been eliminated. Dissipated, the dagger in his hand fell on the table at some point, only the glyphed candle was still burning quietly, the flames beating and swaying uneasily.
After an unknown amount of time, Vanna finally looked away from the candlelight. She picked up the fallen dagger and slowly put it back into the drawer.
Her mind was spinning with the only information that had come to her mind during that brief exchange.
"There is no difference" and "Time is limited and it is about to become critical."
She still couldn't understand what the former meant, while the latter... seemed to have a clearer meaning, but it only made her more confused.
Is the goddess telling herself that something is about to happen? Are you warning yourself that you have limited time to prepare for something? What does critical mean? What is critical? Another crisis? Another real-life invasion-level disaster?
Is it related to the crisis that Plande just went through?
Vanna had a lot of thoughts, and this time's prayer did not calm her down, but made her even more uneasy than during the day.
But suddenly, a strange color appeared in the corner of her eye, instantly stopping her chaotic thoughts.
The dancing flames on the glyphed candle were tinged with a layer of green at some point.
The next second, she suddenly looked up at the dressing table in front of her and the oval mirror.
Captain Duncan's figure appeared in the frame, looking calmly here.
"Are you OK?"
The gloomy and majestic figure spoke, and it was a very abrupt question.
"Is it you?" Fanna stood up suddenly, and then seemed to think of something, "Did you disrupt my ceremony just now?"
"Ritual? I think you have misunderstood," Duncan shook his head in the mirror with a very calm tone, "I just suddenly sensed that your aura was extremely confused, and thought that there were still some difficult enemies left in Pland City. Came here to see the situation...but now it seems that I was reckless."
Sensing aura chaos...so came over to check on the situation?
Fanna had a question mark on her forehead, a little doubting whether she had heard it wrong, but soon, she remembered the first time she saw the other person in the mirror, and suddenly she subconsciously showed a vigilant look: "You put me in trouble again Pulled into a dream?"
"You're still in the real world, so don't worry about that," Duncan said casually, "So I strongly suggest that you don't just jump over like last time - you will really make a mess in your room."
"...I am not a barbarian who only knows how to jump," Vanna suddenly felt that communicating with this ghost captain was really tiring. The other party's words and deeds would always exceed what was recorded in the data, and she would always go beyond expectations. In the communication, he unconsciously neglected to guard against the other party, "Aside from 'come and see what's going on,' what else do you want to do? I thought... you had completely left."
Duncan frowned in the mirror, as if he had a headache because of the overly vigilant and hostile attitude of the young judge in front of him: "You can relax a little, and it's best to be more polite. I have indeed left, but the distance in time and space is not good for me. Words don’t mean much, and besides – no matter what, I just protected your city-state, don’t you think you should at least say thank you?”
Vanna stared closely at the ghost captain in the mirror. After a few seconds, she suddenly took a step forward and actually lowered her head: "Thank you very much for your help. At least on this matter, Prademon." You shelter.”
This frank thank you was beyond Duncan's expectation. He originally thought that this girl's brain would be as solid as her muscles, but unexpectedly he became embarrassed: "Well... you don't have to take it so seriously, I just mentioned it casually. .”
"We may have different positions, but your action of protecting Purander is undeniable." Fanna raised her head with a serious look on her face, "Countless people survived the disaster today, regardless of their position as a judge. , I should thank you."
After saying this, she paused, then said with a straight face: "But this does not mean that I have relaxed my vigilance against you and the Lost Home. We are still not sure what your purpose is for the civilized world... at least in this period. Before confirming this, I..."
"Okay, I understand what you mean," Duncan interrupted Vanna. He looked at the young judge with a half-smile. In fact, the other person's words and attitude were far from polite, but his character was a bit too upright. It’s also too annoying to say, “Then let’s talk about something else…you seem to be in trouble?”
Vanna met Duncan's gaze, and after a few seconds she took a gentle breath: "Sorry, it has nothing to do with you."
"...It's irrelevant, but I'm curious," Duncan said lightly, "Whether you want to admit it or not, you can't dispel the mark I left on you. Vanna, I can sense your bad state at the moment - maybe I can help you."
(End of chapter)
