The top of the sequence has an impact on the lower parts of the sequence.
The words that seemed like imaginary murmurs that she just heard were swirling in Agnes's mind, and she couldn't help but raise her hand and press her forehead.
She felt as if something was about to emerge from the ocean of her memory, and then disappear in the irresistible waves, irreversibly.
She almost subconsciously wanted to leave without thinking
"Miss Boethia?" Oakfa's words woke up Agnes, who was almost completely immersed in her own thoughts, with a little doubt on her face.
"Shall we go out now?" he asked aloud.
Agnes nodded, but her eyes stayed on the symbol in the center of the side of the platform facing the stone door for the next moment.
It was a cluster of wheat ears and vines with flowers intertwining upward in an almost double helix structure, as if they were really growing.
Maybe there is another possibility, which is just the most obvious reminder.
"No, maybe there is something else." Agnes said again.
She walked straight to the platform, her sharp nails scratched the stone platform, and white stone powder rustled down with her movements.
"Praise be to you, source of life,"
Agnes's voice echoed in the room, with a strange ethereal quality and a strange sense of solemnity.
"Praise be to You, Mother of all,"
"Praise be to You, Master of all prosperity and decay..."
Indescribable colors snake up the intertwined wheat ears and vines, seeming to surround the traces left by Agnes. A little bit of light gradually spread out, almost filling the entire room.
Okefa was completely frozen on the spot, his mouth open but unable to make a single sound. His face showed unconscious horror and an almost fanatical piety.
Agnes slowly retracted her hand, stopped what she was doing, and took a few steps back, allowing almost the entire platform and statue to appear in her field of vision.
She saw those rays of light climbing up the platform little by little, and finally gathered and intertwined around the scepter held by the statue, and turned into a long strip that seemed to really exist. Its true appearance could not be guessed, but it had the luster of a living thing. thing.
Their ends gathered above the scepter, and faint cracks radiated from the center little by little. It seemed like it lasted for a long time, and it seemed like it was just a moment. Everything in front of me seemed to be completely shattered, leaving only pieces of possessions. The fragments of real colors are like colorful oil paintings that have been torn into pieces and thrown into the sewage.
Among the patches of color, the real dimness emerged. It was a pile of rocks that had been weathered to the point of being covered with traces that looked like real skin. Traces of decay could be seen everywhere, and the original appearance could no longer be seen, either in pieces or in pieces. Clumped blocks of sand filled the corners of the room, the source of which could not be traced, and a cold and damp feeling filled the entire room.
Traces of life still remain in this dark corner
"Is this the truth?" Okfa asked with inexplicable joy and a little disappointment. He stretched out his hand in front of his chest and made a prayer gesture, "Thank the Mother Goddess."
Agnes did not answer Okfa, she just glanced at the crumbling pile of stones and then withdrew her gaze.
that is it? Agnes couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth. A faint black color appeared and disappeared in her eyes. In that part of her field of vision, she saw a faint blood swallowing up the light that seemed to be a living thing. A little bit of debris is left behind to stick to the two snakes wrapped around the scepter, shining like little bits of scale-like luster.
"Come on," she whispered, "I hope we're the first group to see something different."
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Agnes looked at the entire hall quietly.
The hall does not look as empty and spacious as before. Although the central stone platform, the throne, and the two statues are completely missing, traces of collapse that have existed for an unknown period of time fill most of the space. Metal candlesticks acted as pillars, keeping everything overhead from completely collapsing.
"It's so broken, tsk," Anderson sighed, "I thought this was the 'important' place."
"That's an important part," Agnes said, after a long pause.
"After all, the War of the Four Emperors has told us the outcome," Agnes said again, with a hint of explanation, "The winner will never allow the loser to rise again."
"There's one last door."
Spasnerecki's voice sounded, and there was still a little bit of brilliance on his body. His clothes were slightly damaged, and large areas on his chest and back were stained with dust. He looked a little embarrassed, but there was something in his eyes. With strange colors, it looks like a hunter who has finally found the trace of his prey.
"So impatient," Anderson chuckled, "Hey, what inspired you?"
Spasnerecki glanced at him, shrugged, smiled, but did not answer his question.
"I believe that devout believers have received gifts from gods." Spasnerecki said.
Anderson's face darkened almost imperceptibly, and he put his arm around Okefa's shoulders.
"Has the generous earth given you anything?" He leaned into Okfa's ear and asked in a low voice.
Her keen hearing transmitted the words completely to Agnes's ears. She glanced at the three of them, raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked away to look at Edwina.
Edwina stood aside quietly, not participating in other people's conversations, with a cold expression. Agnes keenly noticed that her eyes were slightly vacant, in the kind of state where she was addicted to thinking about something and completely Unable to care about the surrounding state.
But she really believed in these "partners", and Agnes couldn't help laughing.
"It seems that the focus is on the last door." Agnes said.
"Of course." Anderson said in a tone of empathy.
Agnes glanced at the pattern on the door that looked like a door and an inverted round cup. The embellishment below, which looked like gravel and flowers, gave the whole pattern a lot more fluidity.
"Let's go, Miss Scholar," Anderson next to him reached out and patted Edwina on the shoulder, "No matter how much you want, you have to go in and take a look."
Edwina didn't move. He raised his hand and pulled a handful of Edwina's hair, which he simply pulled up, earning a glare from Edwina.
"No way, you didn't respond, and..." Anderson spread his hands, "It was so easy."
Agnes watched the two people's actions and couldn't help but curl her lips.
She stepped forward to follow a few people, and Kapas and the guards with shriveled skin appeared from the shadows and followed her.
The flames of indescribable colors dancing in the guard's eyes were the only light in the dark hall, reflecting the white bones behind him, as if they were looking at the same place as everyone else.
